You'd been sent off to an asylum, locked up in a padded room for two months before he actually came to your rescue. Joker found you in the corner, locked up with restraints.

He smiled upon seeing you, walking over to you as his mafia goons shot down all the doctors trying to get everyone away or call the police. He crouched to your level, patting your shoulder to get your attention.

"Hello, sweetums." He said, rubbing your arm.