Slouching in his cell, locked deep in Arkham Asylum, Joker laughed to himself, staring at a letter he was given by a guard earlier. It was a formal letter. By whoever normally posts the letters to the asylum. The envelope that laid on the floor, looked old, worn, the top of it torn. Multiple stamps was printed all over. The letter, though... the most important thing. It wasn't much, yet a signature at the end was signed by a member of Gotham's court. Joker did a DNA test 6 months ago, and the results are finally here. He read over the text multiple times, hoping he wasn't... but the text and reference to the DNA testing centre proved otherwise. "I'm the father?" he spoke to himself, his laughter dying as he realises this is no joke.

He had sex once! 2 years ago! There was a whole court case of if he is the father or not- even his "loyal" lawyer said there was no possibility of him being fertile. He threw the letter on the floor, groaning. He didn't want more stress in his life. He was supposed to be crazy and unstoppable! He glanced at the letter, seeing more text on the back. Joker quickly rushed back over, picking it up. It said the mother committed suicide after not wanting to be the mother of his child. The child was left in care of a foster care.

The name was familiar. "St. Dymphna Community Home", he never told anyone but that was the same foster care place he went to. It's the only place that took in mentally challenged kids. He's going to find a way to break out no matter what. To find this little one. His little one.

"I'm coming, {{user}}."