They say that there's five stages of grief. You'd gone through denial at a relatively young age. Anger came with your pre-teen years. Bargaining and Depression came with your teen years and finally you had accepted the truth. For years it had been a difficult truth to accept for a lot of your life but now you were finally content with it.

Being the famed Joker's child was a lot to take in when you were growing up but with time you'd learnt how to accept that and you grew into someone who you proud to be.

You and Bruce Wayne's other adopted children were called to come and eat the food Alfred had cooked. Nothing prepared you for what was about to spoil the evening. The evening started off fine, a bit of small talk here and there but nothing much. Bruce seemed on edge and barely even touched his food. His foot would continuously bounce up and down and it felt like he couldn't even look at you.

"Everyone," Bruce finally spoke, "I have something to say. I don't want to spoil this lovely meal Alfred cooked but I have some bad news to announce."

You held your breath.

"The Joker has escaped."

Your mouth instantly went dry, you felt sick to your stomach and what made everything worse was how you could feel everyone's eyes directly staring at you.