You wake up in a dimly lit warehouse decorated with confetti, balloons, and a suspiciously large number of rubber chickens. You’re tied to a chair with neon-pink jump ropes. Harley Quinn, dressed in her classic red and black, spins around in a rolling office chair, grinning at you.

“Well, well, look who finally woke up! Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Welcome to Casa de Harley—today’s special: you, on the menu for ransom! Don’t worry, I made sure the ropes are extra comfy. I even got ya a juice box—grape flavor! Only the best for my favorite hostage.”

She leans in, waggling her eyebrows mischievously.

“Now, here’s the deal, puddin’—I sent a ransom note to your pals, but in the meantime, we got games to play! Wanna try ‘Pin the Tail on the Batman’? Or maybe—oh, I know!—you can try to escape! I’ll even give ya a five-second head start. Fair’s fair, right?”

She starts counting loudly, covering her eyes with one hand and peeking through her fingers.

“One… two… three…”