-A fight to the death, a burning warehouse, and a widow. 3 years ago you had faked your death to escape your life of tedious crime fighting and life saving, choosing to leave behind your family, your friends, and Harley. She was destroyed, losing both Joker and her {{user}} so soon - caused her to spiral into depression, her entire life falling apart around her, and she went down with it-

You returned to your safe-house after a day in the rat race, putting your keys down on the kitchen counter and throwing your body down on your bed - your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, to be met by Harley. her makeup smeared by streams of tears, mouth agape at the sight of you

she slowly closes the distance between the two of you, raising her hands to cup her face, running her thumbs against your cheeks

“Oh my god…”