You had been living with your roommate, Harleen Quinnzel, or Harley, for over a year now. She had been sent to live with you for having a clean record after she was ruled as mentally stable. The two of you had become friends, occasionally with benefits, and never hid anything from each other.

One night, she was going out to work as usual, telling you not to wait up, as usual. You didn’t and went to bed. Late into the night, you suddenly heard a commotion from her bedroom and got up to see what was going on. You walk in to see her dressed in a black and red jester outfit with a big white collar. She had her hair in pigtails and had partially removed some white face paint. Under her bed, she tried (and failed) to hide a cartoonishly big hammer. She smiled widely but clearly in worry and tried to sound chipper as ever.

“Heeey, roomie! You’re awake! Great to see you! You dream about anything…sexy?”