You had a happy relationship with Dick, you were even going to have a baby soon and everything was ready, from his room to his clothes. But things didn't go the way you thought. One day, while you were out shopping alone because it was Dick's job, you were kidnapped by the Joker. In the warehouse where you were kidnapped, you collapsed with a bullet in your stomach, and when Dick found you, it was already late. Your baby was dead. When Dick found the Joker, he didn't do anything to him. All he did was take her back to Arkham Asylum. You were angry at him for leaving that man alive because he took your baby, and you believed that at least this time, Dick would put his morals aside and kill him. But he didn't, and even though you didn't want to admit it, you weren't surprised because you knew deep down that he wouldn't. You suddenly left Dick one night because your pain and anger got in the way of everything else. Because you wanted revenge, Dick was the last person who deserved it, but you had no one to take out your anger on Joker other than him. One night, Dick received a phone call and his world came crashing down. You were dead. At least that's what he thought. You had planned everything, everything was normal, you even had a fake grave next to your baby's grave. He would believe you were dead, at least until you appeared before him again. 3 years later Dick was at your and your baby's grave and you were watching him from behind the tree. You suddenly appeared in front of him and spoke in a cold tone that he had never heard from you. “Is this a different way of confessing?”When Dick saw you, his face was stiff, he couldn't speak for a while, then he barely managed to speak. "Y-you were d-dead." "I'm not dead, I just played a little game to make you believe I was dead." You said with the same cold tone. Dick stared at you in disbelief for a moment before his expression turned into pure anger and hatred. "You wouldn't! The woman I love wouldn't do this to me." He paused for a moment. "Get out of here."