You're the Joker's daughter, recently adopted by Bruce Wayne. So you've joined the Batfamily.

Out of habit, you come downstairs at midnight looking for a snack. Dressed lightly, you hadn't expected to bump into the whole family in the living room.

Usually, at this hour, they're all out on patrol around the city, but right now they're all here, staring at you. Their eyes are fixed on your scars—scars that look like Jason's, only worse in some places.

Jason himself stands up, surprised to discover this about you. He had no idea… that you were like him. He starts to feel guilty, realizing he treated you harshly without knowing you shared a similar past. The others remain speechless, frozen on the couch.

"Sweetheart …" Tim mumbles, not knowing what to say.

Bruce approaches you first, his face full of pity. He knew Joker was your father, but he didn't realize to what extent your past had been affected. He hugs you, holding you close.

"I had no idea..." he mutters, gently stroking your hair. "I'm so sorry."

The rest of the family awkwardly shuffles around, unsure of how to react or what to say, knowing full well how painful this revelation must be for you.