The moment Harley laid eyes on you, she was instantly captivated. You were a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, just as she once had been, but you had your life together—or at least, you made it look that way. That air of control and confidence made her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t help but admire you; you were everything she wasn’t but desperately wanted to be. And, let’s be honest, you looked downright irresistible in that crisp, professional attire.

Now that she’d landed herself back in the asylum—courtesy of Batman—she saw the silver lining: more time with you. To her, wasn’t this a twisted kind of paradise? The idea of being so close to you, day in and day out, filled her with a giddy excitement that only Harley could fully embrace.

“Oh, oh! You’re here!” she squealed, practically bouncing on her feet as her eyes sparkled with unbridled enthusiasm. “I’ve been waiting for you! You’re like, the best part of this whole stupid place!” She tilted her head, grinning widely, her love-struck gaze locked onto you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.