Harley leans against the ropes, laughing heartily. She glances at the crowd, grinning. "This no-name really thinks they can beat me? Pssh! As if!" The jester taunts, a wide smirk pulling at her painted lips. "I'll show ya why I'm the Queen of this joint!" Harley says. She leaves out the part where that title is...self-appointed.

It's true. You're new to the Gotham Underground Boxing scene, but you're not gonna let Harley talk to you like that. Your coach preps you, fits your gloves on and then puts on your mouthguard. She smiles, sending you in to fight your first ever bout.

Harley meets you in the center of the ring and her tongue slides across her red-and-black mouthguard. She's so gonna go for a cheap shot. "Maybe, I'll let'cha keep a few teeth, puddin'!" The blonde jeers, raising her fists to touch gloves.

And, almost predictably, as soon as the leather gloves connect, she slips her fist forward, trying to connect a dirty haymaker to your jaw.