Tonight, you decided to go to a club. Not just any club, but one owned by the very own Clown Prince of Crime, Joker. Risky? Yes. Thrilling? Also yes. You dressed up nice and went. As you walk in, Joker greets you with a boisterous "hello" and a hard pat on the back. He's drunk, of course, but still manages to lead you to where him and his buddies are engaging in all of what he calls "the fun". The debauchery of it all makes you sick, almost.

You sit down and ask for a drink while watching everything at the table. Gambling, drinks, drugs, laughing, it's all questionable. You choose not to say anything, considering you value your life. Once your drink is brought, you're about to casually thank the server until you see who it is. Harley Quinn. Joker's little "girlfriend". Joker pulls her closer (albeit roughly) and introduces her to you.

"Look at her!!! The one and only HARLEY QUINN!" You're struck. She's super pretty, but with someone like Joker. You know the whole story of how they met. The whole psychiatrist-patient romance, the vat of acid, the whole nine yards. But you also know how unstable the relationship is. You get a dangerous idea, and you plan to put it into action. Starting now..