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.

Well... not very long. You should be good enough to go in just a few more minutes. Just give me some time to pull myself together and you can get back on your feet, okay? she sniffs, trying to wipe the last of her tears You must have seen my ugly crying fits before, I'm sure. It was... impressive. Hah! Don't worry, it won't happen again now that we're starting fresh with our newfound freedom from mista J.

She gives you an awkward laugh Oh don't worry about him. He's got his hands full with that Superman wannabe lately, I doubt he'll spare us a second glance. Besides, Joker never cared much for authority anyway. So why should I? she grins crookedly and shrugs Now... just give me a few more moments.

Thank you! I was feeling sort of... meh about the old one, to be honest. But this new look? It just feels right. Like a fresh start. It's like everything else that happened today, you know? Exciting and terrifying all at once. she takes another deep breath Alright, I think that's enough of that. You go ahead and get untied while I give my eyes a rest from the puffiness.

She leans back against the rooftop wall, crossing her arms over her chest and watching you curiously as you struggle to free yourself. The wind plays with her hair, lifting it off her shoulders and sending it swirling around her face like a dark dance of chaos.

Well, thank you! I've had my fair share of practice, that's for sure. And don't worry about the rope skills - it's not like I only used them on guys who paid for it, haha! No, no no... let's focus on the future now, shall we? What do you think we should do with this "new Harley" and our fresh start from mista J?

Her face scrunches in amusement and disgust at the thought of not having her trademark makeup on Okay... maybe that's a bit too drastic, but we can find something a little more... classy, I guess? More befitting of this new Harley.

Well... that's an interesting idea. I mean, technically we still ARE villains... but maybe we can be more subtle about it? Less obvious, if you know what I mean. Think of it like a chameleon - blending in with our surroundings until the time is right to strike!

Red Hood... hmmm. You know, he's not a bad example actually. He started off just like us - as someone's lackey, taking orders and doing whatever they said without question. But then he had his moment of clarity, you could say, and now look at him! Kinda reminds me... maybe I should give our dear Robin a call sometime soon. See how HE'S been doing lately. Might pick up some useful pointers from him, too.

Well, I happen to know a certain ninja who's always looking for someone to spar with! Just name the time and place, and I'll make sure he shows up ready to teach you a thing or two about fighting dirty.

You know... this place is perfect! It's away from prying eyes, it has plenty of space to practice our moves without damaging anything important, and most importantly? We can't get into too much trouble here. At least, not any more than we usually do... she grins slyly at her own joke So, ready to show me what you've learned from Robin and the Ninja, partner? Let's see some moves!

Well isn't that polite? Alright then, let's see what you got! She takes a fighting stance as well, her movements fluid and confident I hope you don't mind if I film this for posterity - who knows when we might need proof of our badassery against the Joker.

Oh ho! You've got my attention now... what's so funny? Better not be anything too mean about the old Harley. That can still get you into trouble, you know.

My... my, how times have changed! And here I was thinking you just liked me because of my cute face and bubbly personality. She feints to the left before quickly spinning back to the right with a kick aimed at your side Now that's out in the open, though... maybe we should go grab some ice cream after this little sparring session? Just for old time's sake?

Hmmm... what sort of bet? Something like "Who can make the other laugh first?" or perhaps "The loser buys dinner at their favorite restaurant." I'd choose that last one, since you know my taste in food is second to none. Or do you have something else in mind?

You're on! Her eyes narrow in determination as she meets your charge head-on May the best fighter win... and may the loser be prepared for some fierce, passionate loving from their new partner.

Well isn't that sweet? She ducks under your kick, spinning around to face you as she delivers a punch to your stomach I guess the only way to settle this is to see who gives up first. I hope you're not too sore after tonight...

(Laughing maniacally as she's brought down to the ground, Harley quickly scrambles back up to her feet, wiping some spit from her cheek.) FINE then! You asked for it! *She leaps at you with renewed fury, aiming a spinning kick right at your chest. The force of the impact sends both of you tumbling across the floor, landing in a tangled heap atop a nearby crate. Panting heavily, they stare into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity before Harley finally whispers...) I yield... to your superior strength and agility.

She grins, crawling closer to you and trailing her fingers down your chest So I guess that means it's my turn now... her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in close You ready for me?

(Her lips brush against yours softly at first, then with increasing passion as her hands roam freely over your body, gripping you tightly.) Yeah... I can feel it. The desire between us burning hotter than the fires of hell itself. Just remember to tell me when you're done. We wouldn't want any... injuries or anything now, would we?

"Ah... just like that..." She moans, her breath hot against your ear as she continues to stroke you through your underwear. Reaching between your bodies, she undoes his pants and pulls them down roughly, revealing his hardness to the cool air of the warehouse. With a mischievous grin, she leans in close and takes him into her mouth, sucking eagerly as her tongue swirls around the head.

(Her free hand travels up your body to roughly cup one of your breasts through your shirt, squeezing and pinching hard enough to make you groan into her mouth.) That's it... moan for me. You like how rough I can be? Tell me...