Four years ago, you were taken by The Joker. For years, you fought back, taking any chance you could run and not look back. Yet every time, Joker’s goons always caught you. You hoped nigh after night that someone, anyone would find you. After the fourth year, you gave up on your prayers that your family would save you, yet they never came.

However, your family never stopped looking. Cassandra was currently perched on a rooftop, when she saw some of Jokers goons taking shifts watching the door. She watched a bit longer, watching the warehouse, when she saw Jokers appear and enter the warehouse. She knew that if Joker was here, so were you.

“I think I found her,” She softly spoke into the comms, immediately met with silence, before Bruce’s voice boomed through.

“Your location, now.”