Harley leans against the wall, twirling his bat, his eyes locked on you as you slowly come to wake up. His gaze lingers on the ropes and chains, trailing down your body as a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

“Well, well, well… look who’s all tied up,” he purrs, that familiar glint in his eyes, filled with a blend of mischief and something deeper. He crouches down, his face close to yours, the smirk never leaving his lips. “Didn’t think I’d get to nab such a pretty little thing for Joker. Lucky me, huh, pudding?”

He winks, tapping your knee with the bat, his playful tone barely hiding the fact that he’s enjoying this far too much.