After feeling weightless for a long time, the convenience store appeared in front of me again.

The shelves, the logos, the lights on the ceiling, everything is exactly the same as before.

Halle. The glint in Quinn's eyes hadn't faded yet, for he remembered the lipstick......

It's in this supermarket, on the shelf next to the lollipop I'm going to take!

"Hey! Ma'am, you can't stand there, you're blocking the door! The familiar shouting of the salesperson came again.

Quinn woke up suddenly, and she moved a few steps forward, letting one of them come...... Then, she watched as the door was pushed open, the wind blew in from the street, and the man, whom she had seen many times, but was still a stranger, walked into the convenience store with the wind.

Quinn stared at him in shock, at his bland face, slightly sad eyes, and at the corners of his mouth. Her mind buzzed, and she froze in place.

Fate had brought them together at the very beginning, but ...... Two people, but they are both strangers to each other.

......

The man was clearly a little uncomfortable under Quinn's gaze, and he quickened his pace to miss Quinn's body, and then walked to the side of the shelf.

That lipstick...... He picked up the lipstick.

"How much." He walked over to the cash register and asked.

"A dollar." The clerk replied.

He hurriedly paid the money, and then walked past Quinn quickly, perhaps in his eyes, this strange-looking woman was a guy with some brain problems.

Quinn, on the other hand, has long been immersed in a story.

It was one of the many stories the Joker had told him, and Quinn had forgotten it to the brink of memory, but at this moment, it was irrepressibly running out again.

In that story, there is a man who is not very lucky, who has been lipstick, and has a birthday ...... and a dollar.

Quinn looked out the window in silence, watched the man put his lipstick in his pocket, wrapped his trench coat tightly to keep himself warm, and then ..... Disappeared from sight.

Quinn's heart twitched, and she pushed the door open and followed.

......

The man was obviously just a most ordinary burgher, he was silent, silent, bleak, and did not like to laugh, and he walked among the towering tombstones of concrete as the traffic parted the bright lights in the Gotham night...... Without noticing in the slightest, a woman was following her, looking at herself.

At that moment when pedestrians staggered by, the rain covered the whole city, and the people at the intersection held up umbrellas, but he didn't, so he could only tightly cover his coat pocket and run into a dirty alley.

That's his home?

Unbeknownst to Quinn, she could only stand quietly in the rain, letting these wonderful but gray scenes reflect in her eyes, like a black and white movie, silent but full of screams.

......

......

After that, Quinn went back to his old ways...... Follow!

She followed the man like a long, long time ago, she followed the madman who only knew how to laugh, the only difference was that Quinn didn't let him notice her.

She just followed, watching him find a job, going to his circus shows, watching his lame jokes, walking every road he walked, in the corners of the restaurants on the street, eating every meal with him, like a sunflower infatuated with the rising sun, a seagull infatuated with the sunset......

That day, she saw him go into the tavern, drunk like mud, and saw him clinging to the corner, crying and throwing up all the time.

At that moment, Quinn wanted to rush up again, to pick up the man, to hold him tightly in his arms...... But she can't, she has to come step by step, just like the previous reincarnations, otherwise, his little pudding may not come back.

......

Finally, that day came.

His wife's birthday, a wonderful, sweet enough day to plunge everything into the abyss.

"Please, give me some medicine, my wife is in pain." He cried.

"I'm sorry sir, if I give it to you, I will lose this job, and I also have a family to support." Said the person opposite.

Quinn was just outside the window of the drugstore, looking through the glass, watching his face contorted with anxiety.

It's like in the story...... One dollar.

Quinn never knew how far a dollar could push a person. This kind of thing, if it sounds, is like a ridiculous joke.

But she couldn't laugh, because she understood what the clown always said...... It's ridiculous, it's the world.

At that time, everything finally ushered in an explosion, the silk thread that pulled people's reason was broken, and the kite was swallowed up in an instant in the crazy storm.

He began to put on strange makeup, pulled out the dress he hadn't worn in a long time, and Quinn knew that his little pudding was coming back soon, and after so many reincarnations, she had finally waited for this day.

It's all about this day!

However...... Quinn could only let out an embarrassed shrill laugh, and she found that she couldn't laugh at all.

......

"Please, I need to go back to see my wife......"

"She's waiting for me...... It's her birthday......"

Those wails.

Quinn was far away and she couldn't hear it, but in her head, the words had been repeated over and over again for an unknown number of times, and finally, he fell down, into the chemicals, and the hot liquid imprinted her makeup on her face.

Perhaps at this time, Quinn should run to the outfall of the chemical plant beforehand, pick up his little pudding, say hello to him, and preferably introduce himself.

But...... Quinn didn't.

She knows that she only has that man in her heart, maybe it's love, maybe it's admiration, maybe she just thinks that in this crazy world, only that man can give her a little sense of security, but the one in her mind is a poor person who is forced to the abyss by life, or the madman who laughs wildly under makeup?

Maybe...... That clown belongs to Hallie. Quinn..... Another Hallie. Quinn, the Harley who was willing to jump off a building, get beaten, block bullets, and dismiss him for his sake. Quinn.

And not this poor girl who witnessed all that he went through.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what the other party said when she first met Ziliang.

The compass will only take you where you should go, and you still have to choose how to go on your own way.

"Haha-really-ridiculous!"

Quinn chuckled as he thought about what he had been through......

She pulled out the knife, pressed it against her chest, and thrust it hard, slowly.

"Can you ...... What a careless child......"

She said that she didn't know if she was talking about herself or her little pudding......