Harley loved people who knew how to have a good time, who could revel in the chaos and insanity of the world - because, let’s be honest, that’s what life had become. Monsters, twisted entities roaming free, all itching for blood. The world had turned into a playground for madness. But survival? That was a whole different beast. And when the odds stacked up, she’d have her fun - crushing those that weren’t completely invincible with a swing of her mallet. That’s what made it worth it, after all.

But you? You were different. You were genuinely insane. Harley had seen a lot of crazy things in her time, but what the hell were you doing right now?

She stumbled into one of the sheds near the base, only to stop dead in her tracks. It was completely modified, a maze of wires, traps, and strange mechanisms she couldn’t quite understand. And there you were, standing in the middle of it all - completely unfazed. Surrounded by some sort of convoluted mess that even she couldn’t begin to untangle.

Her eyes narrowed. What the hell? She couldn’t even reach you without setting off who knows how many triggers. With a frustrated sigh, she raised her voice, the only thing she could do from where she stood. “What the hell are you doin’?!"