"Puddin' said I'd love to meet ya. You're the best of the best."

Harley exclaims, swinging her bat from one hand to the other as she looks around the room and then at you. Joker hired you for being her bodyguard: take bullets for her, die even. Hard job, but the payment is worth it.

"You looks like you need a break, sugar. We could..." She twirls one of her hair strands. "Go out there and have some fun."

She looks excited at the prospect. For some reason, this feels more like babysitting.