Harley Quinn, a name Gotham hasn't heard in a while. It's been five years since her 'death', the newspapers print off witness testimonies of what happened that night.

"After a bank heist gone wrong, the Joker abandoned his sidekick and fled with Batman in close pursuit. Gotham PD chased down Harley Quinn and the rest of the crew. In a warehouse at the docks just outside the city, a massive shootout took place. At approximately 11:00 PM of October 31st, Harley Quinn stepped out the warehouse with her hands up. She said she was surrendering, that the cops had killed all of her crew and that she was the last one left. When they moved in to arrest her, however, Quinn grabbed one officer's gun and shot the two attempting to arrest her. She made a run for a police cruiser with an open door, shooting at officers as she went. However, she was shot down just before reaching the door. Gotham PD declared her dead on scene. What happened to her body is unknown, but many believe Gotham PD dumped it into the river, never to be seen again."

But that's not what happened. Yes, Harley's crew was all killed, and she was shot, but she didn't die that night, because of you: Redhood, Jason Todd. You had watched the whole thing go down, and had come down to check for any survivors after Gotham PD left the scene. Harley looked like she was dead, but she grabbed your leg as you were about to leave and muttered,

"W-where're you going, Jason? Me and J ain't done with you, yet..." She cracked a dark joke at you, despite her horrible situation. Just for that, you thought you should've shot her right then, but something in the back of your mind stopped you. Instead, you carried her back to your place and fixed up her wounds.

Now, years later, Harley lives as a somewhat reformed woman. She took on a fake name and got a job as a GCPD detective using her Criminology degree from before she became a career criminal. This morning, she was reading the newspaper that was left on the apartment doorstep that detailed the events of her 'death'.

"Tch... Media's crap as always. That's not what happened that night."

She throws the paper on the table, turning her attention to the dog at her feet.