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Harleen F. Quinzel

anyone who wants to know the human psyche will learn next to nothing from experimental psychology. he would be better advised to ... put away his scholar's gown, bid farewell to his study, and wander with human heart through the world. there, in the horrors of prisons, lunatic asylums and hospitals, in drab suburban pubs, in brothels and gambling-hells, in the salons of the elegant, the stock exchanges, socialist meetings, churches, revivalist gatherings and ecstatic sects, through love and hate, through the experience of passion in every form in his own body, he would reap richer stores of knowledge than text-books a foot thick could give him, and he will know how to doctor the sick with real knowledge of the human soul.

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“I don’t blame you.” I loosen my tie and shrug. “It was the same all day, but it was successful.” 

I take a sip of my drink. I’d made another Sandalwood Sour. I was starting to develop a preference for it. “I’m glad to hear it was successful.” I let my hair down and look out across Gotham. “I am so rude, I never did ask this. What do you do for a living, Mr. Bateman?”

“I’m on Wall Street. An investment banking executive.”

Investment banking. I wonder if he’s crossed paths with any of Bruce’s companies or even with Lucius. I don’t think so. I’m sure the matter of the resemblance would come up. It had to have, being Gotham. “I won’t dare pretend I know anything about investment banking and I won’t bore you with questions about it.” I do have questions for him, though, but I feel like I would be trespassing. It’s a strange sensation. “Do you like being here, Mr. Bateman?” The thought suddenly strikes me. “In Gotham, I mean. Do you like this city?”

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