[ bruce's brow knits a little and he sits back, setting down his coffee. though he doesn't open his mouth, david might notice his tongue touch one of his molars. he's thinking. ]
You don't know me, but you know Harleen Quinzel. Did you... come from another world like this one?
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You don't know me, but you know Harleen Quinzel. Did you... come from another world like this one?