Schiller also raised his head and looked around at the ceiling of the room before turning his gaze back to Harley's face. He blinked and said, "You mean this house is yours? You own a building in Gotham's busiest commercial district???"
Harley gently shook her head. She stood where she was, lifted one foot, and took a step back. After stepping over the threshold, she beckoned to Schiller. Though he did not quite understand, he followed her forward two steps and stepped out as well.
Harley shifted a step to the left, pointed at the road on the left, and said, "This entire street is mine!"
Schiller's eyes slowly widened. He looked down at Harley's face and said in disbelief, "Gordon said you inherited an estate, but don't tell me you inherited this much?!"
Harley snorted. "My parents weren't that capable. They were just small-business owners, really. They only left me a few fairly remote storefronts and enough money for a barely middle-class life."
"I wasn't interested in business, so I sold those shops. With that money, I bought a nice apartment building in the Slums. Two months after I bought it, some rich big shot redeveloped the area... Yeah, it was called Living Hell."
"When they announced the redevelopment, I was the first to support it. To set an example for everyone else, they compensated me with a better-located building based on the actual floor space."
"Not long after that, the gangs started desperately building cold-storage facilities. The place where my building stood seemed especially suited for them. Quite a few gangs wanted to kill me, but then... the Falcone family stepped in, held me up as a positive example, and bought the land for five times the price."
"I said I didn't want cash, so they gave me