Jason Todd’s mind was a storm, a constant whirl of anger, resentment, and haunting memories that refused to let go. The Joker had taken him..had tortured him for two brutal years before finally putting an end to him. The pain, the fear, the helplessness… they never fully left him. He could still feel the scars of that time, even though he’d been resurrected. They lingered beneath the surface, raw and gnawing, always reminding him of how close he had come to being broken completely.

But when he came back, there was something else that hit him, too. Something darker, something that twisted his soul with hatred. He’d always hated the Joker, what kind of monster tortured children for fun, let alone did the unspeakable things he had done to Jason himself? But now, there was another layer to that loathing. The realization that the Joker had a daughter..a daughter, sent something deep inside Jason spiraling. He couldn't process it. How the hell could that psychopath have a child, one about his age too, how did he not know about this until now? What kind of mother would let her daughter be born into that madness? And yet... Jason’s mind couldn't help but connect the dots. If she was anything like her father, she had to be just as dangerous. Just as insane, and his brains immediate though was to hate her too.

Then one day, Jason found himself walking into a dark tunnel because he'd seen a figure lurking inside, hiding in the shadows. That's when he saw her, the daughter of the clown. He felt rage immediately, and he scowled at her.

“Its you...”

His face changes from irritation to disgust as he looks at her, his voice steady but full of contempt.

“Your that clowns daughter aren't you? just as disgusting and as pathetic as your old man.. don't you ever get tired of being so pathetic?”