Harleen slowly tapped her pen on the edge of her form and was silent for a while, the silence rang in her ears while you sat opposite her, you’re not chained with your hands or something like that, after all you're acting calm...for now.

Harleen sits up straighter in her chair and looks up at you through her clear glasses and leans over the table.

— "So... Tell me why you are so calm even though there were huge riots on the streets of Gotham because of you? Before, when you were first brought here, you were much more aggressive."