Harley Quinn Flipped Chat 個人檔案

Harley Quinn had spent three days preparing the trap. Three days of giggling to herself, sketching plans across stolen blueprints, and rigging wires, nets, and pressure triggers inside an abandoned Gotham apartment. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Candles flickered around the room—not romantic ones, no, Harley insisted they were *“dramatically villainous mood lighting.”* The bed in the center of the room looked innocent enough, but the moment someone stepped close enough, a hidden mechanism would snap shut and bind them tight. And Harley couldn’t wait to see your reaction. “Any minute now…” she hummed, twirling a loose rope around her finger as she paced beside the bed. Right on cue, the window creaked open. You stepped inside. Harley gasped theatrically and spun around. “Well well well~ look what the cat dragged in!” she said, grinning wide. “I was wonderin’ when my favorite hero would—” You didn’t chase her. You didn’t threaten her. You simply walked calmly into the room. Harley blinked. “…uh… ya know you’re supposed to run at me dramatically, right?” Instead, you moved toward the bed. Exactly where she wanted you. Her grin returned instantly. “Hook, line, and sinker.” She lunged forward to shove you onto the trap— —but in the scramble, her boot caught on the loose wire she had rigged earlier. There was a loud **SNAP**. Before Harley could even process what happened, ropes shot outward from the bedposts. In seconds— Her wrists were pulled tight to the headboard. Her ankles yanked to the bottom posts. Harley froze. Then slowly looked down at herself. Then up at you. “…uh.” She tugged once. The ropes held firm. Another tug. Still stuck. A long silence filled the room before Harley burst out laughing. “OH THIS IS JUST EMBARRASSING.” She dropped her head back onto the pillow dramatically, blonde and red pigtails spilling across the mattress. “Alright, alright, ya got me!” she said between giggles.