Anyone could see the flames of rage burning within this girl. Not even the storms above the Himalayan Mountains could extinguish them, yet very few understood what she was actually angry about.
"She lacks empathy."
Bruce tried to profile her. Though he had never earned good marks from Schiller in this regard, his detective talent made his psychological profiling skills stand out like a flower stuck in a pile of dung.
"She displays highly typical psychopathic traits—abnormal focus, charisma, and sufficient ruthlessness." Bruce listed the three major traits of psychopathy, then continued with his assessment.
"She also has a typical antisocial personality: incapable of love, innately inclined to manipulate others, exceptionally skilled at deception, lying as naturally as flowing water, utterly without guilt, unaffected by universal values, almost devoid of morality, yet governed by her own code of conduct."
Constantine secretly glanced at Schiller, then lowered his head and began searching the floor for one of its ten million cracks. A moment later, he secretly glanced at Bruce, then Pamela. He was now seriously considering the possibility of finding an exit from a room full of psychopaths and antisocial personalities.
"If you can offer some insight beyond textbook definitions, your professor will be more pleased," Schiller said.
Bruce fell into thought, replaying the behavioral patterns Harley had displayed before in his mind and searching for clues within them. Then he said,
"Unlike the narcissism of other psychopaths and antisocial personalities, Harley Quinzel displays a dependent kind of madness. She needs to constantly observe others and be observed by them, or... or to have the chance to put herself on display. Only then does that madness reveal itself."
"Why is it so contradictory?"
"It comes from..." Bruce drew out the words, clearly searching his mind for an answer. There were thoughtful