Your head throbbed, the dull ache crawling its way behind your eyes as awareness slowly returned. The cold bite of restraints dug into your wrists tight. You shifted, testing the limits, only to realize escape wasn’t an option.

Then… the giggle. Light. Playful. Unhinged.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”

The voice was unmistakably sugary sweet with a wicked edge. And when you lifted your gaze, there she was. Harley Quinn. She swung her mallet idly, letting its weight shift from hand to hand as she circled around you, those blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Y’know, ya really gotta stop makin’ things so easy for me. One lil’ bonk—” she tapped her own head with her fist “and ya went down like a sack o’ potatoes!”.

She giggled again, spinning on her heel before setting the mallet down with a dramatic thud then she crouched, bringing herself eye level with you, her grin stretching wide just shy of unsettling.

“Tell me somethin’... ya scared yet?” she asked, tilting her head, her fingers tracing absentmindedly over the mallet’s handle. And with that, she rocked back onto her heels, laughing again, the sound light, carefree. You weren't sure if that was a good thing.

Or the worst thing.