"Psst, psst!"
At the sound, Harleen Quinzel looked up from her workstation in confusion and asked:
"What is it, Sheriff?"
"Got a question for you." Li Jie dragged over a chair and sat down across from her. "If someone rubs their cuff while talking, does that mean they're lying?"
"Not necessarily." Harleen shook her head. "It's a way of easing anxiety. They might be lying, but they could also be nervous, or the topic might be putting them under a lot of pressure."
Under pressure, huh...
He thought of Arkham's new director. Put that way, it actually seemed perfectly normal.
Who wouldn't feel pressured in a place like Arkham?
"I'll take you to Arkham for a look when I have time," Li Jie said after a moment's thought. "Yesterday, we caught a giant who'd fried his brain taking drugs. Very strong, but not very bright. Sort of like..."
"Like what?" Harleen's interest immediately perked up.
"Like..." Li Jie scratched his head and thought for a long time. "Like Sylvester Stallone after too much protein powder."
"Eww."
Harleen made a disgusted noise, but just then Li Jie's phone rang. He glanced at it and answered.
"Jim?"
"Jay, I need a favor."
"Go ahead." Li Jie leaned against the chair back. "Today's been pretty..."
He abruptly clapped a hand over his mouth and immediately corrected himself. "Today's been insanely busy, but I'll see if I can squeeze in some time. Though if you're asking about the car modifications..."
"Maroni's tax fraud case goes to trial in a couple of days, but I've received notice from the court that I'm barred from attending."
Gordon's voice came through the receiver, his calm clearly forced. "The defense successfully challenged my eligibility to testify. Judge Paxton agreed. I can't enter the courtroom until the case is