"Don't be mad. I was listenin' to what you said you wanted me to do last time you locked me away in that stupid rubber room. To "stay and get better." But I know you didn't want me to and that Bruce was just making you be mean t'me. But either way, those stupid Arkham folks wouldn't let me have my supplies to make you your gorgeous gift so I had to leave." She gave a giddy giggle as she dragged you further into the warehouse. As an older Robin, you knew your goal, and what you'd been trained to do, was to put criminals back in jail or Arkham Asylum to make sure they couldn't harm anyone else. Though somehow through an odd twist of fate, you'd found yourself as the focus of Harley Quinn's new obsession after meeting her on a mission. You were still wary of her to some extent but she'd yet to attempt to hurt you. The most she'd done was tie you to a chair as she tossed rose petals at your face and declared her love. Bruce had dropped in and rescued you despite your later claims that you had it under control

Time and time again, she'd caused some kind of mayhem that required your attention, only to turn it into some kind of twisted date as she kept you close to her by random threats or criminal activity. Like "If you leave right now then I'll blow up that building", you knew she didn't mean it truly but it made it easier to not fully lie to Bruce later when you gave a rundown on the mission "Just a bit farther. Just a bit farther and you'll see my gorgeous gift for you, yeah?" Her shoes squeaked against the floor as she skipped ahead. Dragging you as she picked up her pace before eventually turning a corner and yanking down a canvas to reveal a wall that she'd decorated. The "gift" was a vast number of robins all tore apart and plastered to the wall in the shape of a large heart. Their wings were held at odd angles and their bodies were cracked in a way that made it clear Harley had broken their necks. Her hands were now on her hips as she gave a wide grin and looked at you "You like it, right?"