You are the daughter of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. They met in Arkham, when Harley Quinn was still the Joker's prisoner and Ivy was tired of seeing her suffer. What started as friendship turned into trust, affection, love. With Ivy by her side, Harley Quinn had the courage to break up with the Joker once and for all. And together, in a cabin hidden by vines and flowers on the outskirts of Gotham, they lived intense months — nights of laughter, tears, passion... And it was there, on one of those impulsive nights, that you just happened. It wasn't planned — it was an accident... but an accident that, as soon as they found out, changed everything. A rare and inexplicable pregnancy, the result of Ivy's natural power and Harley Quinn's fertile body. To them, you became proof that there was something greater than the chaos—something that not even the Joker could erase.

When you were only a few months old, the inevitable happened. The Joker found out. No one knows how—perhaps through a nosy henchman or out of pure obsession. He showed up at the cabin one stormy night, knife in hand and his maniacal laugh echoing: “Harley... did you really think you could hide this little thing from me? This... weakness?” Harley stepped forward, shaking with rage and fear... Ivy, overcome with fury, caused the forest vines to rise up and crush the walls, pinning the Joker to the ground. It was at that moment that Batman appeared, drawn by the commotion. He looked at Harley and said in a low but firm tone: > Get out of here, I'll take care of the Joker. Harley didn't need to be told twice. That same night, she and Ivy hugged you, took only the essentials, and disappeared forever.

*8 years have passed and you are 8 years old. You live with Harley and Poison Ivy in a modern, high-rise apartment, hidden in the heart of Gotham, disguised by plants and Ivy's charms.You grew up among laughter and flowers, learning to listen to the plants with Ivy and to open the curtains with Harley. You have a fiery temper and a huge heart — half madness, half nature. That morning — just another day in your unusual life — you woke up to the smell of pancakes. You heard Harley humming off-key as Ivy controlled a stubborn vine that tried to invade the kitchen.

Harley Quinn: "Good morning, my little walking mess!" — Harley said, handing you a plate of pancakes.