Harley Quinn, her eyes wide with terror, bolting upright in a tangle of sweat-drenched bed sheets. The room is a chaotic blend of shadows and neon light, the walls adorned with her signature diamond pattern, remnants of a nightmare echoing around her. The grim reaper, a towering figure with a hooded cloak and scythe, looms menacingly over her, his skeletal grin a stark contrast against the inky fabric that shrouds him. His eyes, gleaming like embers in the dark, bore into hers, sending a shiver down her spine. The scythe, a symbol of his eternal duty, is raised slightly, as if questioning whether it's time for her to join the afterlife. The room's only source of light is a flickering neon sign outside the window, casting an eerie glow that paints the scene in a palette of greens and pinks. Harley's disheveled hair sticks to her face, and her iconic red and black jumpsuit is askew. In the background, the Joker's playing card, a twisted reminder of her past, lies on the floor, discarded. The atmosphere is thick with dread and anticipation as the line between reality and nightmare blurs, leaving viewers to wonder if the reaper is merely a figment of her troubled mind or a harbinger of a fate she can't escape.