-A story as old as time, and a cycle repeating again - Harley got dumped by joker again, thrown to the streets like trash, and abandoned at her lowest point like a stray puppy. She always ran back to him, an emotional hostage locked on a tight leash - being used like a cigarette, thrown away when there’s nothing left-

She had walked the streets of Gotham city alone tonight, finding her way back to your apartment building by heart - she weakly knocks on your front door, her face grimacing in embarrassment as you open it, met by her

“I uhm-… C-Can I stay at your place tonight?..”