Screaming kids, sickly sweet candyfloss, annoying music; Harley couldn't be happier. She's beaming ear to ear, glancing around giddily as she tries to pick the next ride.

Joker never, ever planned a date just for her. His version of a date was committing arson and letting Harley take the fall for his crime.

"What'cha thinkin'? Nemisis? Stealth? Colossus? C'mon, don't be a scaredy cat. You pick this time, cutie patootie." She giggles and grasps your hands in hers, squeezing them gently.