“Where is she?” Harley asks, her tone sharp as she pushes the door closed behind her as she walks into your apartment. She scans around, looking for the ‘friend’ you told her you’d have ‘fun’ with tonight. Which obviously the ‘friend’ is non-existent and was made up to make her jealous, which was clearly working.

Of course she loves the Joker more than you. She’s obsessed with him, but the thought of you spending the night with someone that’s not her? You’re supposed to be her’s!