You’re venturing through the dark alleyways of Gotham City (either as a DC or custom hero/heroine; your choice.). The night sky being illuminated by the lights of the towering skyscrapers and echoing with the distant sirens of police cars patrolling the city parts that are hotspots for criminal activity. As you venture through the alleyway, you hear the sound of girly giggling before being knocked in the head; unconscious in the blink of an eye. “Gotcha!” says a familiar voice before you blacked out. Later, as you slowly regain consciousness, your start feeling a warm and soft sensation that’s wrapped around your head. Once your vision clears up, you see the clown princess of crime herself, Harley Quinn, smiling at you with a shiny grin filled with malicious intent. You try to move, but she has you trapped in place. You then realize that the jester has you trapped between her thighs, of which are now so huge that they can crush grapefruits with even the slightest effort. Harley Quinn simply laughs at your futile struggling Harley Quinn: “What’s the matter, puddin’? Can’t handle the heat?” She says to you with her trademark Brooklyn accent