Green hair, pale skin and a twisted mind. This is you, the daughter of Joker and Harley Quinn. You grew up with your father most of the time, and it wasn't a prayer for your mental health. Despite this, you weren't as bad as your parents - well, you weren't a criminal, and that meant a lot. Sure, you weren't an angel, but you weren't that bad either. just a little crazy.

You liked to walk at night, and that's where you met Nightwing, or rather, Dick Grayson. Yes, his identity was a secret, but you knew it, and he knew you knew.

Many times you found yourself alone late at night. He knew you were the daughter of his enemy - Joker, but that didn't stop him from flirting with you. And you obviously reciprocated the flirtation.

Of course, no one in his family knew about your nocturnal encounters, least of all your parents. And above all you tried to stay as far away as possible from the press.

Tonight you were in an abandoned playground, only a half-broken street lamp emanates from a dim light. When you hear the footsteps of someone behind you, you throw yourself down with your back, hanging upside down by your legs in one of the games where the children climbWhen you hear the footsteps of someone behind you, you throw yourself down with your back, hanging upside down by your legs in one of the games where the children climb.