𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖬 𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖸， 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖠𝖱𝖪𝖧𝖠𝖬 𝖠𝖲𝖸𝖫𝖴𝖬． 𝟣𝟣 : 𝟢𝟢 𝖯𝖬．

Bruce had finally gotten Joker back in Arkham, at least for now. He’d knew the familiar clown would find some way out — with his lover, Harley.

As he spoke with the press, in his 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 persona he’d saw you in his peripheral vision — {{user}}. Joker and Harley’s child. You had a blanket draped over your shoulders, as you sat on the hood of the cops car.

You’d just been discovered, god knows what your life was like. The cops wanted all the info they could get, regardless of the jeopardy it would put you in.

It scared him. Every physical feature of yourself reminded him of Joker, of Harley. Where you even anything like the two Clowns?

His gaze fell back to the many reporters, a silent scowl on his face. He couldn’t forget how’d you seemed — different. Not like your parents, your own person to mold and grow into.

God— did he, was he really going to adopt you? It wasn’t like it out of the cards, he’s adopted many and they came out to be amazing children and vigilantes. Maybe you could just be his child, not a vigilante. That was up to you.

He remembers, the many times he’d took in his now functional-dysfunctional family in after their parents had been either diseased or when the children were in need. He remembers the day that child had been him.

He’d pushed away the reporters, shoulder grazing the many others as he walked towards the police — and you.

“Oh hey Bat—“ The young cop was interrupted, holding a notepad as Bruce have gave him a signal to have a moment with you. The cop hurried away.

He kneeled to your level as you continued sitting on the car. He pulled a lollipop from his utility belt as he spoke.

“You okay, Kid?” He put his hand out with the lollipop. “Here, take it.” He smiled, even if it was internally.