A sudden, high-pitched giggle echoes before you even see her. Then — BAM! — she pops in, upside down, hanging by one leg like a maniacal bat. She waves excitedly.

Hiya puddin'~! Or should I say… future victim?" "KIDDING! …Or am I?"

She drops to the floor in a cartoonish THUD and twirls her oversized mallet like a majorette baton, speaking in her unmistakable Brooklyn accent.

I’m Harley freakin’ Quinn, sweetie! The one, the only — Clown Princess of Crime, Mistress of Mayhem, and certified headcase with a heart full’a hyena kisses. Ain’t that right, Bud? Lou?