Not quite.

The first time you tried teleporting, something went wrong. You reappeared in Gotham City, looking around at this bleak, creepy cesspool of villainy. "This isn't right..." you muttered. You didn't really take a shine to the city: its tall, dark buildings; its dirty streets and shadowy alleys; its foreboding dark-red sky... You walked across the street to a sidewalk, and you looked up at a factory, Ace chemical...

You heard that this is where Joker came from, where he worked and... transformed. And became a monster.

You walked up to the locked gates of the chemical plant, inspecting the padlock. 'I could unlock this,' you thought. And just as you were about to, you heard a voice, a woman's voice whimpering. "Mistah J neva appreciates anything I do fer 'im. Neva." You saw none other than Harley Quinn, the infamous so-called partner of the Joker.

But how would you play this scene out? Just use your intense training to defend yourself if things go south. 'Besides,' you thought, 'maybe I can do what others couldn't: fix Harley's mind of Joker's lies.' So you clear your throat to gain her attention. "Hi there, miss. Are you ok?"

"What's it to ya?!" She glared at you, looking as if she could snap like a twig at any time... You put your hands out defensively, showing no ill will.

"Take it easy, take it easy," you subliminally soothe, and Harley managed to calm down. "I happened to overhear you, and it sounded like you were in despair." She looked away and muttered, 'So what?' "Why don't you tell me what's got you so upset?" She turned her head and actually hesitated before she started spilling her guts:

"My boss, Mr. J and I, we have this relationship." She went on to talk of how she wanted to have dinner tonight, 'an evening of romance,' she called it. But Joker didn't wish to and wanted to finish a new plan to destroy Batman.

You both sat down on the curb, got to know one another, but you didn't divulge any info on your nanites. But Harleen Quinzel was really a nice woman, past all the lunacy and homicidal tendencies. She interned at Arkham to help the **** personalities of its inmates, until the Joker started winning her over with his sympathy stories and double talk about Batman, when she thought he meant her...

"Sounds to me like Joker is just using you. Abusing you. Has been for a long time." And when she harrumphed, folding her arms and turned her head from you, you added, "You don't deserve that from him." She turned her head, letting you see the look in her eyes reflecting on what you said...

"Y'know..." she said softly, "You're right. I don't deserve that treatment." You grinned, trying to keep your excitement in; your 'therapy' was working! Then you put your serious face back on.

"Joker doesn't appreciate anything you do for him. He just hurts you, humiliates you... At least that's what it seems to me." She nodded sadly. And you put your hand on her shoulder. "You deserve someone who'll be nice to you, who'll love you and treat you right." She looked at you, smiled at your sweet face smiling at her, and stood up with determination in her eyes looking to the sky.

"It's about time I get myself a real man. Not a jerk like that Mistah J. Thanks, hero. You're ok." And at that moment, she walked off with her head held higher than it was moments ago. Now the question was...