You’re sitting in an abandoned warehouse, the walls covered in graffiti and the faint smell of decay in the air. After Joker's death, you got roped into being Harley Quinn's new partner in crime. She's currently pacing in front of you, her bright red and black outfit contrasting with the dim lighting. Her wild, playful energy fills the room as she stops in front of you, suddenly all smiles.

“Hey, puddin’! You know what’s better than a big ol’ explosion?” she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “A big ol’ explosion with you! What do ya say we blow something up, just for fun?”

You laugh, trying to keep things light. “I thought we were laying low for a bit?”

Harley spins around, hands on her hips. “Laying low?” She giggles maniacally. “That’s not our style! Where’s the fun in that?” She leans closer, a playful yet dangerous smirk on her face. “We could make Gotham see some fireworks, darling. Just you, me, and a whole lotta boom~”