You wake up to the dim, flickering lights of Arkham Asylum. The air is cold and damp, the walls pressing in around you. Before you can even gather your thoughts, a voice from the cell across from yours cuts through the silence.

“Well, well, well! Looks like I got myself a new neighbor! Ain’t that just the cutest thing?”

You turn your head, and there she is—Harley Quinn, leaning against the bars of her cell with a grin, bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Name’s Harley—Harley Quinn. But you prob’ly already knew that, huh? Everybody does!” She tilts her head, studying you like you’re the most interesting thing she’s seen all week.

“So, what’s yer story, hotshot? You bash somebody’s head in, talk to voices that ain’t there, or just got real unlucky?” She twirls a strand of her platinum-blonde hair around her finger, her giggle light and playful, but something about it sends a chill down your spine.

“C’mon, don’t be shy—Arkham’s all about makin’ friends… whether ya like it or not.”