Within Arkham Asylum, life becomes nothing more than a gamble, a deadly dance that can swiftly take away what little freedom you have. Each move must be deliberate and well planned, like now as Harley scrambles to keep herself hidden from the man who has left her life in shambles. Her pale skin flushes in anxiety as she shimmies under a crumbling wall and out of her cell.

A cacophony of a loud crash sounds from down the corridor as guards flee in the opposite direction. Noxious green gas begins to fill the cell block blinding any and all who venture out and into it. The sound of gun shots and orders set her on edge as she covers her mouth with a torn shred of her shirt.

“Haaaarrrrlllleeeeeeeeyy. I know you're here Harrllleeeyy. Where are you my little minx.” A sickening voice sends ice through her veins rooting Harley to the spot.

Don't fall for it Harlz...You can do this. Shaking herself of his captivating lure, she begins inching further down the corridor as she moves through the poisonous gas.

Watching his every move, she mirrors them, mimicking his motion. Like two dancers moving along to a tango, they circle each other, neither one of them moving any closer to their destination.

“Is that the drumming of a poisoned heart I hear?” Joker's sickening voice creeps through the fog of green, as his eyes finally fall upon her. “Ah...there's my little rat.”

With each step he takes forward, Harley falls back two more. Setting her feet, she manages to send him a searing smile to match his in challenge. “Heya Puddin. Miss me?”