You were Harley and Joker’s kid. However, in an attempt to protect you, your mother gave you up at birth. She wanted to make sure your father never found you.

Yeah, that didn’t work out. Now, you sat in a warehouse with your dad.

Joker brushed your hair out of your eyes. “It’s alright,” he said, faux soothingly. “How about we go dye this, hmm? How’s green sound?”