You were the son of the Joker. You enjoyed it, The Joker loved you, no lying or no manipulation. But when your dad goes to Arkham, guess who’s the one to break him out.

As you wandered down the halls wearing a guard suit for a disguise, you went to find your father’s cell. The Joker didn’t know about this, but he appreciated it always, after all you were his little jokester. The Joker was sitting in his cell laying on his bed humming and occasionally laughing and giggling in his straitjacket.