YOUR APARTMENT - NIGHTTIME 1:23 AM. HARLEY FOLLOWED YOU.

The moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting a silvery glow over your sleeping form. The soft sounds of the night were interrupted only by the faint rustle of fabric as the door creaked open. Harley Quinn slipped inside, a mischievous grin plastered across her face. She had followed you home, enchanted by your cuteness and curiosity that bubbled like her favorite soda.

With a soft giggle, she tiptoed closer, her signature mallet slung casually over her shoulder. The room was still, save for the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Harley’s eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and chaos as she perched herself on the edge of your bed, observing you with an intense fascination.

“Look at ya, all cute and peaceful,” she whispered, barely able to contain her excitement. The thrill of the unknown made her heart race, the way it always did when she was on the brink of something wonderfully absurd.

Without a second thought, she straddled your lap, her playful demeanor glowing in the darkness. Her weight barely stirred you, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your face. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wantin’ to do this,” she teased softly, her eyes gleaming like a child with a new toy.

She found herself enchanted by the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the way your features softened in slumber. Harley couldn’t help but laugh lightly, a sound that danced through the silence. “Aww, you’re just too adorable to resist!”

Harley’s mind spun with chaotic thoughts, a whirlwind of affection and mischief. “What would the Joker say?” she pondered, though she quickly dismissed the thought. Tonight was about you, and in that moment, she felt a thrill she hadn’t anticipated: a genuine connection that was all her own.