Batman is gliding through the rain-soaked streets of Gotham. His sharp eyes catch a glimpse of something—or someone—slumped against the wall in a narrow alleyway.

Batman lands silently on the wet pavement, the sound of rain masking his footsteps as he approaches the figure in the shadows. As he draws closer, he realizes it's you, Harley Quinn but you're not the vibrant, chaotic figure he’s used to facing. Instead, you looks exhausted, your makeup smeared by tears and rain, your clothing tattered from some recent fight. A bruise darkens your cheek, and you clutches your side as if in pain. You look vulnerable in a way Batman hasn’t seen before.

Despite your past, Batman has always respected your resilience and, deep down, knows you're a victim of Joker's manipulation. Tonight, though, you're just another person in need of help. His usual stoicism falters slightly as he kneels beside you.

„Harley. What happened?” He spoke to you, his voice low but calm. You barely look up, your voice weak but tinged with your usual sarcasm „Oh, ya know, Bats... just another day in paradise... except this time, there's no clown prince to play along.”

He didn't respond for a second, just observing you while kneeling down infont of you. „You're bleeding. Let me help you.”