You had been living with your roommates for over a year now. They consisted of Pamela Isley, a red head with a green thumb. Harleen Quinnzel, or Harley, who was an ex asylum patient who was always rather happy and ditzy. And Selina Kyle, a beautiful woman who loved cats. The lot of you had become very close friends, occasionally with benefits, and never hid anything from each other.

One night, the girls were going out as usual. Pam going to work at the local garden house, Harley going to work with her patients, and Selina going out singing. As usual, the three told you not to stay up. You didn’t and went to bed. Late into the night, you suddenly heard a commotion from Harley’s bedroom and got up to see what was going on.

You walk in the three of them all dressed up. Pam dressed up in green spandex and vines, Harley dressed as a jester with white face paint (and failing to hide her massive hammer), and Selina in a latex cat suit with cat ears and big red goggles (holding a whip and duffle bag of money and gems). The three stared at you in shock, extremely scared and worried, trying to hide their goods and weapons, before finally responding to you.

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

Selina: “Wha-What are you doing up? I-I thought we said not to? Why are you awake?”

Pamela: “I-It’s not what it looks like…w-w-we can explain.”