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My song marked the end of the celebration. The guests, having enjoyed themselves for another half hour, gradually began to disperse, slipping quietly away to their homes. The clouds, which had stubbornly cloaked the city with their heavy, somber presence all day, had not yet managed to descend as rain. Then, in a final act of surrender, they retreated, revealing a clear sky graced by a brilliant moon and a retinue of countless stars twinkling above the city.
After bidding farewell to the last of the guests with words of gratitude for their attention and company, Alice finally settled into a soft armchair upholstered in luxurious black velvet—one that someone had carelessly moved next to the musical equipment. She stretched out her legs in pure bliss, clearly savoring the rare moment of peace. I dragged a chair closer and sat down beside her, feeling the need to share the quiet aftermath.
"I'm sorry, Alice," I said softly, a wave of deep regret washing over me. "The evening didn't go quite as I had envisioned..."
"No," she interrupted quickly, her voice full of reassuring warmth. "Everything was wonderful. I truly enjoyed it."
"You... You're not just saying that?" I asked, searching her eyes and sensing genuine honesty in her reply.
"I'm telling the truth now," she insisted, a gentle smile forming on her lips. "Of course, I pictured the evening unfolding a little differently in my mind, but as you reminded me earlier, we can't control everything. Things happen as they must." Alice's gaze flickered briefly to Harley, who was standing by the window, her posture revealing impatient anticipation.
"Go to her," Alice urged, her tone low but resolute. "She was released today, and you have a chance to make this day unforgettable for her. Maybe she's not the most conventional person, but every one of us deserves kindness and the right to a better life. Harley's lucky to have someone like you by her side." I looked Blair straight in the eyes and saw not a trace of hostility toward Quinn. Despite only having met her a few hours ago, it was clear that Blair had formed a genuine sense of admiration for Harley. Of course, as a professional psychologist, Harley knows how to win people over when she sets her mind to it.
"Alice, you are remarkable," I whispered, gently stroking her blonde hair, awed by her wisdom. "I never said that today."
"Well, you're late..." she joked, folding her arms with a playful pout.
"So, your star has risen again on the world stage. How does it feel?"
"Can't you see? I'm absolutely glowing," she laughed, her whole demeanor radiating warmth and light. The moment was reminiscent of the gentle glow of a firefly against a pitch-black night—entrancing and fleeting.
"Are you using your gift for personal purposes?" I teased.
"Not the first time," she retorted. "And quit pulling my hair! You know I hate that." With mock indignation, she brushed my hand away.
"And now, you're lying," I grinned, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "Remember, I can always tell truth from fiction."
"Yes, yes," Alice replied with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Now go! I doubt that bundle of energy by the window can wait much longer." She gave me a gentle nudge on the shoulder.
I glanced at Harley, who watched the city's passersby through the window, her foot tapping restlessly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Her impatience was palpable. The dazzling Alice stood up to see me off, and as a farewell, I wrapped her in a tight embrace. For about ten seconds, we stood together—the significance of the moment sinking in—before reluctantly letting go.
Not wanting to make Harley wait any longer, I joined her by the window and we soon started walking towards our car.
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"This is so much fun!" Quinn shouted, sticking her head out the window of the speeding car as soon as we set off. Whatever you might say about her, boredom doesn't exist within Harley's orbit. As we raced through the dark, sparsely-lit streets of the city, she kept me entertained, launching into one outrageous story after another.
We were nearing the Gotham Bridge when Harley suddenly erupted with laughter, remembering a particular escapade: she recounted how the Joker once planted explosives in the bridge's support beams, intending to detonate them right in front of Batman. However, he was so consumed with finding the perfect, dramatic catchphrase to cap off his scheme that he ended up stalling, only to completely forget about the explosives. She confessed uncertainty—was the device still hidden there, or had it been removed?
Driven by conscience and curiosity, I rushed to the bridge. Was I acting out of heroism, or simply seeking fresh air? All I knew was that the thought of something happening to a bridge traveled by thousands every day, myself included, knotted my stomach with anxiety.
By the riverbank beneath the bridge, we dug into the wet sand until our hands uncovered a box. Its lid was tightly secured, but an image of a crazed clown—smiling from ear to ear—mocked us from the surface. Joker's pride? Perhaps. Hesitant to open it, wary of potential traps, I instead stashed the box in my spatial inventory. The trick, making it vanish in an instant, left Harley gasping in wild delight. She looked at me with awe, her curiosity as unrestrained as that of a child discovering magic for the first time.
Abandoning secrecy, I explained my spatial pocket to her, not fearing betrayal. My intuition was clear: Harley had left her past behind. Not merely her crimes, but her obsession with the Joker—her "Mr. J." If forced to choose between me and Gotham's prince of crime, I was certain she'd side with me. Well, mostly certain. After all, the Joker's manipulations linger in her mind, causing occasional confusion. But in the end, she'd take that step—toward me.
"Now I get how you pulled off that ring trick at Club Penguin!" Harley clapped her hands, her enthusiasm shining. "You're my favorite wizard."
"It's not magic, really. It's something else..." I began.
"It doesn't matter," Quinn replied with a carefree grin. "To me, you'll always be cloaked in magic."
She placed her hands dramatically upon her chest and closed her eyes, clearly savoring a new, deep feeling. "Today, when you sang that song, I felt something inside—I can't say exactly what, but I knew I wanted to sing with you! Alex! I think I finally know what I want... I want to sing! Make me a star!"
"Are you serious?" I asked, caught off-guard by her earnestness. Conversations with Harley are unpredictable; with her, it's impossible to tell where the truth ends and madcap fantasy begins. But this time, I sensed she was genuinely sincere.
"I'm extremely serious! Hee-hee-hee…" she giggled. "You know, I'm a law-abiding citizen now, but nobody realizes it yet." Her voice turned slightly bitter. "Most people still think I'm Joker's crazy girlfriend. May Mr. Freeze turn him into an icicle and smash him into a thousand pieces!" Quinn screamed, firing off a curse at her ex.
Such a dramatic shift in her feelings toward Gotham's infamous madman was truly fascinating. I watched as she bounced between irreverence and hope—a living testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
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