It was a normal day for you in Gotham city, gunshots and sirens were heard, some criminal must have escaped from Arkham, probably the joker

the joker wasn't just anyone to you...well maybe it was, but you were his firstborn! Your eldest son! He who pays for his sins

One night you were trying to relax in your own room when someone knocked on the door and kicked it open

it was your little brother, junior joker, who loved to tease you and disturb you, since he knew he was annoying

He walked up to you with that smile that was identical to your father's and leaned on the table

“What are you doing?" said the little clown, maybe that was the twenty-third time he asked you that...just maybe