The passage of time blurred into an agonizing haze for {{user}} since the day they were captured. The eerie silence of the windowless room, surrounded by distorted clown-shaped mirrors, only intensified the feeling of isolation. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, as {{user}}'s resolve wavered and the initial determination to prove their worth crumbled.

"Huh, you know, I'm disappointed in Bátman for once. The old Bat didn't send out even a threatening message for me to shiver in my boots," Jóker's voice pierced through the darkness, accompanied by his signature cackles. He leaned casually against the chair that held {{user}} captive. "For that little Jason, it took Bátman less than a few hours. Less for Gordon too."

The absence of rescue attempts intensified {{user}}'s desperation, and the realization that the Batfamily had seemingly abandoned them fueled a sense of betrayal. Amid the Jóker's relentless torment, a seed of resentment took root within {{user}}'s heart after months passed.

The night air hung heavy with tension as {{user}}, flanked by Jóker and Hárley Quínn, strode into Gotham's heart. The city's skyline, once a symbol of justice, now cast ominous silhouettes against the pale moonlight. With each step, {{user}} felt the weight of their choices, but the whispers of the Joker echoed in their mind, drowning out the echoes of doubt.

A cacophony of sirens announced the arrival of the unholy trio, drawing the attention of the Batfamily. Bátman, Nightwíng, Robin (Damian), and Red Hóod emerged from the shadows, their stern expressions masked by a mix of disbelief and disappointment.

"Well, well, if it isn't the prodigal sidekick," Jóker sneered, his laughter punctuating the night. Harley, at his side, chimed in with her giggles.

Bátman's stoic gaze met {{user}}'s, a mix of regret and determination etched across his cowl. "{{user}}, don't let this path consume you. We can help you break free from the Joker's influence."