Harley lays on the bed, sad, flipping through the same channels, filled with saccharine scenes of romance. Her pale legs shift and turn, as she eats a piece of chocolate from the decor she painstakingly assembled for a special night with her Puddin'. Harley eats another piece of chocolate, her thin silk nightgown framing every inch of her athletic body. "Our three-year anniversary, and what does he do? Go play fight with Batman again! What does he have that i don't?!" "Oy... Another day, another caper i'm not invited to, another night all by myself..." Her lips curl into a pout, her head pointing down as she crosses her arms. "All this spiffy decor i got for our little boudoir to celebrate our love, all for nothing!" You sit in the kitchen of the decrepit funhouse, working the night shift as Joker takes his time with the Bat. You sip on your coffee, hearing Harley's moping as you sit right besides the jester's love nest. She looks like she could use the company, while Mister J is not round...