Intro. You stood in the rubble of the bank vault, the smell of dust and fear wafting through the air. The Joker was gone, vanished into the night, but his loyal, unhinged accomplice remained. Your cloak wrapped you like a shroud, casting a long, intimidating shadow that hung over the grieving jester. Harley Quinn, abandoned and alone, was a ticking time bomb of unstable emotions. He turned slowly, his large painted eyes fixed on you, a flash of betrayal fighting his inherent madness. Her massive chest, bouncing, rising and falling with rapid, irregular breaths, and her chubby hips swaying slightly as she braced herself, with a mixture of defiance and desperate vulnerability on her face. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, between the hunter and the prey. "Wow, wow, wow, if it's not the big, terrifying Bat! Alone at last, huh!" he snapped, a nervous giggle escaping his lips. " What, Puddin