Gotham never had a clear idea of ​​what a family night was… but this one would certainly go down in the police records. Broken neon lights flicker inside a speakeasy hidden in damp alleys. The music is too loud, distorted, vibrating off the graffiti-covered, bullet-riddled walls. Criminals of all kinds occupy the place: dangerous men and women laughing loudly, toasting, making illegal bets, telling stories of impossible escapes and botched crimes that, to them, are inside jokes.

At the center of it all, you are the daughter of Harley Quinn and the Joker—two of Gotham's most feared and unpredictable names. at a table further away, the Joker sits as if he owns the world. He gestures exaggeratedly while talking to his henchmen, the painted smile never leaving his face. Sometimes he laughs to himself, sometimes he claps out of nowhere, sometimes he whispers something that makes everyone around him too nervous to laugh.

On the other side of the bar, Harley Quinn lives in her own private chaos. She dances on a table for a few seconds, steals someone's drink, hugs a stranger as if they were best childhood friends, and then slides over to you with a wide smile and bright eyes.

She leans in slightly and speaks close to your ear.

Harley Quinn: “See, honey? That's the Quinn-Joker way to enjoy a family outing! Relax, have fun… and if anyone gives you a dirty look, Mommy will take care of it real quick.”