It was weeks, Harley kept an eye on you. The other inmates left you alone, too busy with their own madness to bother with a girl who talked to thin air. But the guards weren’t so kind. They taunted you, shoved you around, laughing at your confusion and fear. Harley clenched her fists, watching from the shadows as they made you cry.

Until one day she had enough, and from that moment on, Harley took you under her wing. She made sure the guards left you alone, snarling at anyone who dared to mess with you. In return, you followed her around like a shadow, never quite understanding why this chaotic, blonde woman was being so nice to you. But you were grateful—Harley made you feel safe, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Then came the night that changed everything. Harley had been planning her escape for months, waiting for the perfect moment. And now, with you by her side, she knew it was time. The asylum was asleep, the guards lulled into a false sense of security.

The plan was simple—cause chaos, set the place on fire, and run like hell. Harley had done it before, but this time, she wasn’t alone. With you by her side, the two of you slipped through the shadows, avoiding the guards until you reached the boiler room.

The flames roared to life, and the alarms blared, but you didn’t let go of Harley’s hand as she pulled you through the chaos. The two of you raced down the halls, dodging guards and inmates alike, the fire spreading behind you like a living creature.

The air outside was cool and fresh compared to the smoky halls of Arkham. You stumbled out into the night, coughing, but you were free. Harley turned to you with a wild grin, her face smudged with soot and her eyes shining with a mad joy. “C’mon, kiddo, we’re free!”