Harley Quinn, standing in front of the table, had just opened her mouth to speak when Batman raised One Hand to signal her to be quiet. Then he pointed at Harley beside her and said, "You. Tell me what exactly is going on."
Harley had just started to speak when Batman cut her off. "If you try to evade the important points or make up a story, I'll write to Dr. Rodriguez immediately and tell him exactly how much trouble you've caused here."
Harley closed her open mouth, pursed her lips, then shrugged helplessly. "Fine, the threat worked. But I don't understand a lot of their ideas either. If I say something wrong and you come after me for it, that's on you, so I'll only tell you what I know."
Batman nodded almost imperceptibly. Harley crossed her arms and leaned against the edge of the table, letting out a deliberately mature sigh as she looked at Batman. "Have you ever considered that, in your adopted sons' eyes, which should they believe in more: 'becoming Batman' or 'saving Gotham'? Which would you want them to believe in more?"
Batman said nothing, but the look in his eyes showed that he had fallen into thought. Whenever the matter concerned the Robins, he was especially cautious. Even in the face of the young Harley Quinn, he could not give a careless answer.
While he was still thinking, Harley spoke first. "A long time ago—at least before they came to our universe—your Robins thought those two things were actually the same. As long as they inherited your mantle and became Batman, they would naturally be able to save Gotham."
Batman pressed his lips together, but he did not want to voice the negative answer. Even if the Robins were not present, Harley might