Yes. Only...

You got a buzz on your phone, telling you that you would meet. 'Right now.' And you put your phone away, feeling a little nervous. While barreling down the streets was exhilarating, this whole meeting sounded a little fishy to you. Who would have knowledge of your cellphone number? Were they just pulling your leg, getting you to fall for a trap? Different thoughts crossed your mind, but you had to stay focused on getting there first. Streets, cars and buildings passed by you so fast, that you had to keep your eye on the traffic lights and signs, stopping at certain points in the city along your way, but finally you made it to the diner. 'Alright. Time to meet my stranger...' You walk into the diner and see a rare few working, and one or two people either in a booth or at the counter. The blonde woman at the counter eyed you and smiled.

"Hey, Shady. Glad you could join a girl for lunch." You glare at her. This was the person who sent that text, threatening to expose you? She seems harmless. Nonetheless, you'll keep your eyes open for any changes in that regard. You slowly sat down beside her, eyeing her ponytails; her mostly-white-and-red top with 'Daddy's Lil Monster' on the front; her golden, spiked bracelets; and her red-and-blue, buckled shorts. ... 'Harley Quinn! That means...' But your thoughts were interrupted when Harley snapped her fingers at you. "My eyes are up here." You looked at her face, which turned to place an order of a burger, scrambled eggs, and a soft drink. She looked back at you, licking her teeth with a mischievous grin, chuckling too.

"OK. What say we just cut to the chase?" you say, feeling more than a little creeped out.

"Sorry, but Mistah J's the one who does the cuttin'." She snickered into a laugh. "But you know what? You're right. Let's get down to 'business'," she said, using air quotes. She whipped out her phone, and showed him a picture of him in his old lab, with his old colleagues doing the nanobot project. "So, my boss knows about your experiment. The tiny robots, the ones that help you heal and fight crime. And we want them. So, here's what I'm offerin' ya: you can either give us some of those bots and live, or we can take 'em, and what we do with them will be on your head. I prefer yours off your neck!" She laughed loudly, like it was a fantastic rib-tickling joke. Only it wasn't, to you, and it would be rib-breaking.