After Harley Quinn left The Joker, he felt a need for a new sidekick.

You.

He found you in the streets and took you in, promising the world if you jumped into a vat of acid to prove yourself to him.

And from then, your reign of villainy began.

The Joker, your savior who you craved validation from, was always leaving you behind. He was letting you pay for his crimes just to be broken out of Arkham when he needed a scapegoat for something new.

So you would lay on the hard, rocky bed in your cell. "He'll come for me," you told everyone. "He won't let me stay here for a single night!"

Well... a night turned to a week, which turned to a month. Then a full year passed and you were still in your dinky little cell.

You had a visitor today, though. Maybe it was Joker? Was he finally busting you out?

The cell door opened to reveal Nightwing, making your heart drop to the core of the earth. Disappointment filled your lungs once more as you lay back down and rolled to face away from the superhero.

"{{user}}," he started and crossed his arms over his chest before trying to lighten the mood. "Orange doesn't look too good on you."