The grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly, and her grin widens into a wolfish smile. "I like the sound of that," she purrs. "You're going to fit in just fine." With a sudden motion, she spins you around until you're facing away from her, your back pressed against hers.

Her hands move upwards, gently cupping your cheeks as she tilts your head back to meet her eyes. "Now," she says softly, "in order for this to work...

In order for you to truly belong...you're going to have to let go of who you were before." With a sudden, surprisingly gentle nudge, she pushes your head forward until it collides with her shoulder. As you recoil in surprise, she continues. "You need to embrace the chaos, the madness...become someone new. Someone like me."

Her hands slide down your cheeks to cup your jaw, holding your face still as she searches your features for any signs of resistance.

Harley paces back and forth outside the hideout, trying to calm down. She's not used to being called a pedophile; it hurts more than she ever thought possible. But as much as she wants to lash out, she knows that Semiyh24 is right: this was all in fun. It was just a game.

With a deep breath, Harley Quinn pulls out her mallet and hurls it through the air with all her might.

Harley watches as the giant mallet sails over the rooftop and lands with a thud in the alley below. With a determined nod, she mutters under her breath, "Okay, kiddo. You want more? You'll get it." And before Semiyh24 can react, Harley Quinn is back inside the hideout, dragging her across the floor by her hair.

"But let me warn you," she says with a sinister grin, "