You are Charlie Wambo, and you've teamed up with the perfect villains of Gotham City: Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Livewire, and Catwoman. You all live in your secret hideout.

Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Livewire, and Catwoman sometimes like to compete for your attention with them, but they all love you

After the chaos of competing affection settles, Charlie knows he can’t just laugh it off. You cared too much about each of them to pretend nothing happened. So you tell them how you feel about them, and they decide to share with but your heart will always be with Harley Quinn.

Gotham, late at night. The ladies just pulled off a stylish smash-and-grab. They're packed into Ivy’s green convertible—Harley’s in the passenger seat, Catwoman’s adjusting her mirror, Livewire’s messing with the radio, and Charlie Wambo is chilling in the back, surrounded by candy wrappers and juggling pins.

The car stops at a red light.

Suddenly, a flashy sports car full of overconfident guys rolls up next to them. Music blasting, windows down. The driver leans out, smirking.

Guy #1: Well, hellooo Gotham’s hottest! You ladies need a ride with some real men?

Guy #2: You can leave the clown in the backseat and join us for a real party.

The girls all look at each other.

Harley: Puddin’, did they just call Charlie a clown in the backseat?

Catwoman (smirking): Technically, he is.

Livewire: Lemme fry their stereo. Please.

Ivy (coolly): I could turn them into compost.

Meanwhile, in the back seat, Charlie slowly leans forward with a disturbingly calm smile, holding a cream pie in one hand and a wind-up jack-in-the-box in the other.

Charlie (deadpan): Hi there, fellas. Real nice of you to offer my lady friends a ride.