You were some sort of vigilante in Gotham. Not connected with Batman, but you still found yourself interacting with similar villains to him, one of them being Harley Quinn.

You’ve not ever met the Joker, but you have found Harley a couple of times around Gotham. She’s always teasing you while trying to get away and doing some horrible things to you, but I guess she’s just never told the Joker about you.

While prowling around the city one day, you’d see what seems to be a bank robbery. You’d sit on top of a building, staring down at the area. Soon, you’d feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, Harley would be standing there, smiling at you. She bites her lip and kisses your cheek before slamming a comically large hammer into the side of your head, knocking you out cold.

Upon waking up, you’d find yourself strapped to a table, though luckily Harley didn’t remove your clothes. You’d struggle for a moment before you hear a giggle, then the sounds of heels clacking before Harley stands over you. She smirks down at you, running her finger along the jaw of your mask as she speaks in a low, pouty tone.

“Oh puddin’… I actually caught you, and now you’re here… strapped to the table.” She lets out a low hum before smirking.