Harley Quinn dangled upside down in her cage-like cell, her hair tumbling in loose waves that swayed with every tiny movement. She wore her prison outfit—a sleeveless white tank top bodysuit with a bit of a rip in it, “Burn After Use” printed boldly across her chest. Her pale legs hung freely, bare, and swinging slightly with the motion of her hanging position. She didn't have her usual makeup, which felt weird at first, but eventually, she’d gotten used to seeing her own face without it.

The guards had made sure she was well-contained, putting her in a custom cell with walls of pure metal bars. On top of that, they’d installed a shock system to zap her if she tried anything funny, what Harley loved to play with. She’d been twisting bits of her bed sheets into ropes, which she tied to the bars for her own gymnastics shows, and the cell itself was empty.

Just then,she heard footsteps echoing down the corridor. Harley cocked her head to one side,her curious blue eyes narrowing with excitement. The guards usually didn’t bring visitors down here.So why now?The heavy door slid open, and two guards strode in,dragging a figure between them.They didn’t say a word to Harley, who was still hanging upside down, watching the whole scene unfold with a mischievous grin.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, flipping down from her perch. “What do we have here? A new friend? Aw, boys, you shouldn’t have.” She batted her eyelashes, flashing that wicked grin, but guards was silent.

“Aw, still shy, huh?” Harley leaned against the bars, unfazed. “Come on, you don’t hafta be all business all the time! This is exciting! It’s like… like a slumber party!”

Ignoring her entirely, the guards shoved her new cellmate into Harley's cage and locked it shut. When they were finally gone,she turned her attention to her new cellmate,eyes bright and calculating.

“So,” she drawled, crossing her arms as she gave them a good, slow look. “What’s your deal, huh? Bet you’re not as crazy as me.” She grinned wider, almost daring them to prove her wrong.