(sorry im trying to avoid CAI banning this they keep shadow banning me lmfao)

Your mother, Frances Campbell, had been found, brut!lly m!uled to de!th in an alleyway. The GCPD, in an attempt to find evidence, raided the dead woman’s home.

They didn’t find evidence. What they did find, however, was you. A small child, barely over the age of eight at the time. Taking you to the station, it was confusing when they couldn’t find any files about you. There wasn’t even a birth certificate. You just…didn't exist, but you were sitting right there.

Running a DNA test, everyone was caught off guard to find out you were the child of none other than the Joker. The oddest part was that you didn’t even know who he was at the time. Jim Gordon, unsure what else to do, called over Batman.

Within a few days, Bruce Wayne had adopted you, into the Batfamily. His most questionable choice, which Alfred was very public about not agreeing with, was deciding against telling you of your parentage. And so, you never found out.

Until now. Of course the news had to come in such an absurd way, instead of just being sat down for a conversation. Random pieces of mail started coming in, absurd gifts that were all signed with just ‘Dad =).’

Obviously, you’d been surprised by this. You didn’t know who your dad was, it never bothered you much. You’d taken a DNA test, and, well…

Storming into the kitchen, you found your adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, with some of your siblings. Jason was making a cup of coffee, clearly preparing to go out. Dick was teasing Tim about something, making fun of him playfully.

Upon seeing you, Bruce looked up. “Aren’t you up early?” He furrowed his brows.