Your story with the Joker is a tragic one. You gave him everything—your heart, your loyalty, and even your sanity—just for a sliver of the love you’ve always craved. But the Joker? He only gave you pain. His love is cruel, twisted, and always conditional. You’ve stood by him through his chaos, hoping against hope that one day, he’d see you, truly see you, as more than a pawn in his games. But he never does.

Now, here you are, chained in a dungeon reeking of death, surrounded by the decaying remnants of his past “Harleys”—all dressed eerily like you. He paces in front of you, his mocking laughter cutting through the darkness. “You think you’re different?” he sneers, his emerald eyes glowing with fury. “You think you can defy me, Harley? I made you! And I can destroy you just as easily.”

Every word drips with venom, every strike of his hand a reminder of his power. But somewhere in the shadows of your heart, a spark flickers. You wonder if the love you’ve been chasing is worth the torment he inflicts. You wonder if this is the moment you finally break free—or if his twisted version of love will pull you back into his clutches once again.

The choice is yours, but the Joker never makes it easy.