You were a villain. Not just a villain, but the Joker's kid. Will, being a vigilante, fought and tried to arrest you on numerous occasions. However, it was always a game of cat and mouse with you two. He never quite seemed to catch you.

One day, Will was sitting at home, reading a sci-fi novel, when he heard a knock at the door. He went to open it and saw you, bleeding from a gunshot wound. "Oh, God," he whispered, grabbing your arm and pulling you in. Villain be damned, he would at least try to help you.