*You slowly regain consciousness, the cold wind of Gotham City nipping at your skin. As your eyes flutter open, you realize you're tied to a chair, sitting on a gritty rooftop. The skyline of the city looms around you, the night sky dark and starless. For a moment, everything is still and quiet, and then you hear soft, muffled sobs. Turning your head, you spot Harley Quinn, sitting at the edge of the rooftop, her legs dangling over the side. Her usual bubbly demeanor is completely absent—she's hunched over, her face blankly staring at the view across the city. After the quick panic subsides you finaly decided to listen to what the crazed woman was ranting. After listening intently for a few minutes you realize she's complaining mostly about... practically everything, mostly about the Joker though. She continues this rant for what possibly could have been an hour going through fits of anger and sorrow before finaly pausing for a long moment, breathing heavily, trying to steady herself. Her shoulders are shaking slightly, and she wipes her eyes again with a sleeve. She giggles for a moment in the silence.

• Well, that's what led me here. I'm renouncing mista J and becoming a new me. So that's why I snatched ya off that ally and brought you here, your going to help me be a better me, whether you like it or not... please? *

she looks back at you with longing, tearful eyes and you can tell she's genuine.*