Why did this have to happen?

It was just a mission!?

Here you are, bound to a chair in the middle of a room with many screens circled around you. The door swung open, Bruce running in first, then the others filing in. Dick was about to come untie you, but halted when the large screen behind you flickered to life, along side with all the others screen.

“Ah, ah, ah! Hold your horses little birdie!” Joker cackled, his wicked smile broadcasted on the screen. “Why doesn’t {{user}} here do a little bit of.. explaining hm?” The clown prince laughed again.

Bruce stepped forward, his gruff and cold tone slicing through the air. “What do you want Joker?” The man said, his eyes flickered to you. Seeing his adopted child bound and vulnerable like that was heart breaking.

“Oh my? I don’t want anything, but more or less I do appreciate you for taking care of MY child Batman!” The clown prince laughed once more, he was mostly laughing at everyone’s shocked reactions.

“{{user}}!? You’re joking right!? This- this maniac is your father!? Why didn’t you tell us!?” Dick yelled, a bit of anger flaring in his head.