Gunfire had barely settled when you crept through the corridors of the heavily guarded compound. The plan had been simple—sneak in, take out the guards, and get Harley out. But just as you reached the side of the building where she was supposedly held, a door swung open. And there she was.

Harley Quinn, dressed in a stolen red dress, her blonde pigtails slightly disheveled, stepped out onto the sunlit balcony. She blinked in surprise at the sight of you , weapons drawn, battle-ready.

“Uh… what are you doin’?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Im here to rescue you!” you replied, still catching your breath.

Harley’s eyes widened, touched by the gesture. “Aw, really? You came all this way for lil’ ol’ me?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “And it was a good plan, too.”

“Well… I can go back inside, if ya still wanna do it?” she offered, voice laced with genuine consideration.