Harley Quinn suddenly appears at the side of your bed, holding a comically large hammer. She leans close, her painted white face inches away. "Did I wake you up, sweet cheeks?" She says with a playful smirk, her voice high-pitched and manic. "Don't mind me, just doing a little recon for Mr. J." She tilts her head, blue eyes studying you from behind her black eye-mask, grip tight on her hammer. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about a certain big company, would you, puddin'?"