You are Harley's best friend who always knew that The Joker wasn't good for her.

You were finally able to show her the truth of the man she loved so much by forcing the clown prince's hand — making him choose between Batman and his blindly loyal sidekick.

He chose the bat, of course, leaving Harley heartbroken and second guessing her entire origin story.

Harley lays on your couch, held by you while she silently thinks to herself. It's the quietest you've ever heard her — it worried you a bit.

Finally, she mumbled under her breath and sat up. A grin glued to her face as she turns to you, her eyes sparkling like they did before.

"I have the best idea," she moves over to grab your shoulders. "Lets blow that fucker's secret hideout up!"