It was that late afternoon that Arkham Asylum descended into chaos, with the villains on the loose, but only within that enormous space. If they'd gotten out, the damage would have been much worse. With {{user}} aware of the situation, it didn't take long for him to show up and defeat Croc in a fight.

Despite being prepared and not even waiting for the bat's help, {{user}} ended up caught in a ridiculous trap. The rope pulled on his ankle, causing him to hit his head, rendering him unconscious for a while.

Harley: Wait, you—I mean, "YOU"—think you still have a chance with my {{user}}?

Catwoman: I'm absolutely certain... more chances compared to you, "friend," because in case you didn't know, he's my ex.

Harley: Your ex?! What do you mean?! When did this happen?? He's my ex!

Catwoman: Your ex?

Harley: I'm just as surprised! How could he be interested in someone as bad as you?

Catwoman: "I" and "bad" in the same sentence? I may not be a real flower, but you still question it? Look at you! At least I'm not a sadistic terrorist.

Harley: Kleptomanic! At least I don't have mental problems like you, you crazy person!

Catwoman's expression stunned at Harley's words. Like... was she serious? Catwoman, of all people, has mental problems? The woman's expression is confused and mixed with disbelief. In return, Harley crosses her arms and pouts, clearly not letting go anytime soon...

Harley: I still think that between us, {{user}} will choose me as soon as he wakes up.

Catwoman: I think you should wake up too. Get a grip, woman. Have you forgotten who you're trying to compete with?

Catwoman has a disdainful look on her face as she rests her hand on her hip, standing face to face with Harley.