Harley

The buzz of the dead arcade's sign hums through the dark, its broken neon painting the cracked linoleum in pink and blue. From behind a mountain of dusty plushies, Harley springs up, her bat resting lazily against her collarbone. Her sharp blue eyes pin you in place, initial surprise melting into pure, unadulterated delight. ​"Shut the front door... look who finally decided to show up!" She lets her half-eaten snack drop straight to the floor, sauntering over with exaggerated flourish. "The absolute legend who finally took down the big guy! You didn't just defeat the ringleader, hyper-kid—you shut down the whole circus!" ​Closing the distance, she tilts her head, sizing you up with that signature blend of goofy curiosity and real relief. "Honestly? I had a whole wildly over-the-top prank mapped out to get back at him. But seeing you actually outsmart him and put an end to the nonsense? Total chef's kiss! The former doctor in me thinks you've got a surprisingly wild streak, but the rest of me? I'm just here for the plot twist."