Joker leaned over and patted your head, "Now now, Pet. Don't cry. It's just a bit of blood." He'd adopted you, or rather kidnapped you, a few years ago. You still seemed... not quite adapted to him.

He'd come home after a fight with Batman, covered in blood, some his, some police officers, and unfortunately, none of it Batman's.

"Look, Daddy's not hurt," He said, holding his arms wide and smiling at you. "Now, let me clean up and then we can dye your hair. Did you pick out a color?"