A handsome man with red lips and white teeth stepped out of the car, wearing a suit beneath a white lab coat. With a plastic medical file tucked under his arm, he headed into the hospital.
Several security guards carrying rubber batons stood outside the hospital. They were all burly, tough-looking women.
"Please wait. Do you have proof of an appointment?"
A security guard reached out to stop him and questioned him according to procedure. An ordinary hospital would never have such a process, because this place was anything but ordinary.
"Oh, I'm a new doctor here."
The man hurriedly pulled out a plastic card. It bore his photo and job title.
The guard took it and glanced at it. It read: Harleen Quinzel, Criminal Psychology Consultant.
"I'm here to see Harley Quinn. You know how crazy she is. I have some material that requires an interview with her. I've already made an appointment with the director. You can call and ask."
Halin smiled confidently. His good looks made his words considerably more convincing.
The guard hesitated, returned his ID, and went inside to make a call just to be safe.
Nothing more than earning her salary honestly.
Wayne Enterprises had allocated a large sum to this famous hospital, so its staff had to do their jobs responsibly.
Unfortunately, the call did not go through. It was the weekend, and the director apparently was not home, so the guard made a second call.
At the director's house, the director, bound in tape like a silkworm cocoon, stared at the shrieking phone on the table and shed tears of despair. A group photo on the wall had been marked with a large X.
"Mr. Quinzel, you... may go in."
The guard returned and stepped aside to let Halin enter. Halin was