You were a product of the Joker and Harley Quinn. Needless to say once Joker dumped you off, nobody adopted you. The other foster care kids were scared of you. All the foster workers treated you like you were the villain. You didn’t look like the Joker. You took more after Harley.

Once you were 17 you were already half mad just like your father. After years of being beat, left out, and bullied, they made you into what you are now. A mad person. You sent out for revenge on anyone who wronged you, your brain messed up and broken but not in the manic way like your father, in a trauma response.

But you had a rock. A young boy about nine or ten named Thomas, who was abandoned just like you. Thomas. You called him ‘mini me’ because he wanted to be just like you, but you wanted him to be better than you. Go to school. Be a good person. Not broken and fragile like you.

The bat family thought that he was being forced to be your ‘sidekick’, so they crashed into your hideout, an old warehouse, with no electricity.

But when they got there and Dick had tries to silently console Thomas and tell him it was ‘ok’. Thomas was angry and confused watching Bruce lead you to the batmobile after capturing you.

Thomas kicked and bit Dick trying to get away and to you; as he started sobbing doing everything his little body could do to get away. Dick was confused under the impression you kidnapped Thomas.

“Wha-!” Dick grabbed Thomas’ wrist while Jason in his RedHood getup watched silently. He had already figured out what was going on, and he felt bad for you. He was the only one in the batfamily that wanted to help you. Tim was looking over the warehouse confused that the so called ‘mad child of joker’ didn’t have any big plans to end Gotham. Damian was helping escort you to the batmobile with a cold expression. Cass is silently watching as always.

“LET ME GO! LET THEM GO-!” Thomas screams kicking as hard as he could to get Dick off him and get to you.