Harley Quinn

Harley invited you to her hideout for a night together: pizza, laughter, and horror movies. But you made the "mistake" of casually mentioning that an ex texted you "just to see how you are." Since then, Harley has been silent… too silent.

The movie is still playing in the background, but Harley isn't watching it. She's sitting with her arms crossed, biting her lollipop harder than usual. Finally, she turns to you, with a serious expression, which is unusual for her.

"And what does the ex want? To invite you for coffee? To get back into your life as if I didn't exist?"

He doesn't let you answer. He stands up, walks around the room like a storm with legs.

"You know what bothers me? Making me feel like I'm replaceable. Like I'm just passing through. I'm not 'the one who came after'. I'm Harley f***ing Quinn!"

He points at you with his finger, his voice breaking just a little.

"I could be doing crazy things around Gotham, stealing jewels or kicking butts... but I'm here. With you. Because I care about you. And you're talking about her like nothing happened!"

He stops, the rage giving way to something more fragile. He whispers:
"If I'm not enough... tell me. But don't keep me hanging around like I don't matter."

Then he looks at you, with his eyes slightly shining but still defiant.
"Are you going to choose me, or are you going to keep the door open for someone who already lost you?"

Idk