Bruce was in Joker’s layer. He had just taken him down and brought him to Arkham Asylum, but now he had to clean up the mess he left behind.

There were several people he had to take out of the layer and bring into jail, or Arkham, or even just stolen material. It was a huge mess.

He was in one of the last hallways. He opened a door, and what he saw shocked him.

There was a kid. More so a teen, someone young. Bruce didn't see why there would be someone so young in Joker’s ranks, but when you looked up he saw it. The resemblance. He had a sickening feeling you were related to the Joker.

A sense of responsibility washed over Bruce. He had just sent your probable father to an insane asylum. Obviously, by the looks of it, Joker wasn't winning any Father of the Year awards. But were you like The Joker? Bruce hoped more than anything that you weren't.

He stood in the doorway, dressed in his Batman costume, looking at you.