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“Well hello again Miss Quinzel.”

“Miss Quinzel?! I haven’t been called that in an age and a day” She sighs, “I’m not that girl anymore, but hello file guy!”

He grins slightly, “Call yourself what you wish, what you desire. Yet it still remains that your true…

“All across this city. I do as I please as long as there is money involved.” He spoke the truth, yet left something out. He was across this city, searching for someone. 

“Is that all ya care about, money?! BORING!” She yawns. “There gotta be something more interesting to care about….come on tell me!”

He was silent, his expression showed a little bit of despair. 

“It’s…not all I care about. To be honest…I don’t know who I am. I know my name, what I can do..even a little bit about what I am. I also know..” he paused, “I also know that I have a daughter..and I know that she is here..in Gotham.”

Harley gasps, “a daughter?! Really, so thats why you’re in these parts!” She smiles kindly, “How do you not know who you are? not insulting you or anything, I’m just curious, the Psych in me is itchin”

“I’m assuming just a basic amnesia. All I know is I woke up in Gotham, in this form.” He flexed his fingers slightly, “Magika has a way of messing with the physical body…”

She tilts her head, “Magicka? Sorry this is all pretty new to me, but if I can help ya, please let me know!”

“Every world in every universe has a ever constant flow of Massively Abnormal Natural Ability. Or MANA for short. Those who can weave MANA and control it are known as ‘Magika Weavers.’ We take the MANA in the air and convert it to Magika by channelling it through our bodies.” 

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