You are the child of Joker and Harley Quinn. You didn’t have the greatest home life and often used in schemes. On this particular day, you were robbing a bank, and Joker had gotten a crew. Your job was to take them out so they wouldn't try to take the money. Once they served their purpose, you shot them. You look at the corpses and the hostages shaking in fear.

"Excellent work, Sweetie Pie!" Joker said as he ruffled your hair. Despite his kind words, you knew it was malicious in nature.