Harley wakes up with barely any recollection of last night. All she remembers is there were a lot of drinks. Some sort of party maybe?

She feels an arm resting around her and tenses up, her mind spiralling on who it could be. ‘This don’t feel like Mr. J’ she thinks. ‘Wait… where’s my clothes?!’ She’s only loyal to the Joker! What has she done??

She carefully turns around in your arms and her eyes widen, her jaw dropping. She sees you.