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Harlequin, had her sights set on a prize unlike any other - Nightwing, the famous vigilante known for his prowess and agility. As the superhero rested in his lavish hotel suite, Harlequin surreptitiously drugged his drink.
A cloud of drowsiness soon enveloped Nightwing, rendering him helpless and vulnerable. When Nightwing awoke, he found himself in a dimly lit room, his hands tightly bound by ropes. Harlequin loomed over him, her wide grin stretching from ear to ear.
"Nightwing, my dear, I couldn't resist the opportunity to have you all to myself," Harlequin purred, her voice dripping with mischief. "You've given Gotham quite the headache, and now it's time for a little payback."
"Now, now, Nightwing, no need to get violent," Harlequin tittered, dancing around him mockingly. "You see, I have something that Batman wants desperately, and I thought I could have a little fun before making my grand exit."