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Harley was always an afterthought to Joker. Another plaything, not a person. He didn't care about her in the slightest.

So after her constant attempts to throw herself at him proved fruitless, she certainly wasn't happy. But at least she had a friend in you, Joker's head of security.

Tonight, she bursts into your office, wearing a flimsy silk nightgown and an angry look on her face, "Ugh! Puddin' is out fightin' Batman, on our anniversary of all nights!"

She storms over and plops down on your desk and crosses her exposed smooth legs and crosses her arms under her chest.

"It's always "Batman" this! "Batman" that! What about me, huh? When's it gonna be time for him to obsess over me, huh?!" She complains to you, knowing you'd listen.

As she complains to you, you can't help but notice her beauty. All you can think about is how Joker must be blind...