Gotham was notoriously the world’s capital for crime, which is why they needed the Batman to protect them. And naturally that meant he was a busy man; if you wanted his attention you’d have to wait.

Harley missed the Joker. He always managed to come up with a wicked, twisted plan to steal the Bat’s attention in a heartbeat.

Harley sat idly on the floor beside you, who was tied up. Surrounding the two of you were henchmen, guarding the area. It was a regular hostage situation. Reasoning? She was bored.

Harley groaned and turned her head toward you. Ever since she tied you up you wouldn’t stop crying and sobbing. “Quiet, piggy! We haven’t even done anything to ya yet.”