A blur of red and black, then a boot hits my head. I go down hard, my face pressed into the cold ground. The impact makes my skull ache. I'm totally pinned.

A voice, loud and cheerful, laughs right above me. I can’t move, just feel the immense pressure holding me down. Two different colors of hair swing nearby. I lie there, helpless, waiting to see what the person is planning next.

"Hiya, sweet cheeks! I'm Harley Quinn! Say 'cheese' for your last mugging, 'cause this one's gonna be a doozy!"