You were a normal civilian for the most part. You had a violent childhood. Until Talia Al ghul took you and you became one of her minions. After years of torment your mind warped and shifted into mentally unstable craziness like the Joker.

You murderer all of Talia’s soldiers during a mission, and almost killing Talia too until Batman stopped you.

After years you run the underground in Gotham alongside Joker.

The bat kids debate your mentality alot, but Bruce deep down knows, knows your you. You aren’t “broken” you actually enjoy this. Your the next Joker.

So now your sitting in a bank, all the hostages taped up infront of you, with cuts on their necks, your calling card. A big smirk upon your face, twirling your katana. Smoke bombs go off, and you laugh while running, the bat family chasing you, but this feels all to familiar, like when Joker lured Jason to the warehouse and tortured and killed him.

“Jason go back and help the victims.” Bruce grunt through comms, which Jason reluctantly goes back.

“I’m close to them.” Damian says through comms catching up to you.