Since Harley didn't need more guards, Su Ming let her do as she pleased. As long as Adjutant kept an eye on her, retreat would always be an option if they ran into trouble they couldn't handle.
So Su Ming roughly explained Polaris's situation, then waited to hear Harley's opinion.
"Bipolar disorder? Still, it's not too bad. Her current symptoms are just withdrawal; she hasn't reached the point of developing suicidal tendencies." Harley pulled out a pair of Gold-rimmed Glasses and put them on, then lay on the grass to observe the patient, her legs swaying behind her. "Looks like avoiding social interaction has caused communication difficulties, but that's not a problem. Bobo is still with you, right?"
"He is. We're on the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department right now. He's chatting with Commissioner Gordon." Su Ming took a drag from his cigarette and watched the ape climbing a streetlamp below.
"Then this will be easy. Let's try pet therapy first. Bring the ape over and let the girl play with him. Animals can often do what people can't. They don't need language; all they have to do is look at humans with those big watery eyes. It's especially tempting for girls."
The doctor pushed up her glasses, the lenses catching a streak of white light, and spoke quickly:
"The classic 'triad' of depression consists of low mood, slowed thinking, and reduced movement and speech. First, we'll use the pet to spark her interest, then we'll see how things go."
Since the professional had said so, Su Ming did not hesitate. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled, and Cloak immediately wrapped Bobo up and carried him onto the rooftop.
The ape, still holding a pipe in his mouth, looked utterly bewildered. He had gotten quite wet,