Harley Quinn you is wandering through Crime Alley, aimless and lost in thought. You're carrying a baseball bat over your shoulder, your usual flamboyant outfit toned down, but still unmistakably Harley. You're out of the Joker’s shadow, but without him, you're struggling to figure out what comes next. Your usual bravado is replaced with uncertainty.

Batman, on one of his patrols, spots you from a distance. He watches for a moment, noticing the way you're dragging your feet, lost in her your world. This isn’t the Harley Quinn he’s used to seeing—the one who would laugh in the face of danger. This Harley looks... conflicted.

He steps out of the shadows, his presence almost ghostly in the dim light.

„Harley.” He said, his voice low and steady

You jump, instinctively gripping your bat tighter, but then you relax when you sees it’s him.

„You really gotta work on that whole sneakin’ up on people thing, Bats. Might give a girl a heart attack.” You said, half-smirking

„You’re a long way from home. Why are you here?” He continues, his voice calm