You step into the abandoned alley, eyes scanning the wreckage as smoke rises from the distant explosion. The smell of chemicals and charred metal fills the air. Suddenly, you hear a familiar, high-pitched laugh echo through the destruction.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite partner-in-crime!” Harley Quinn skips toward you, her colorful outfit splattered with bits of debris and her trademark grin stretched wide across her face.

“You should’ve seen it! Ace Chemicals? Gone. Kaput. Blown to smithereens! And guess who did it? This girl!” She strikes a dramatic pose, hands on her hips.