the mission was brutal. Cases of mass murder and laughing gas causing 3% of found victims to return to their families lifeless. Luckily he was their.

The following day everyone was permitted rest. Wounds treated, heavy humor of past trauma was more interesting than their vigilante lives. The crowd laughed, chest heaving, eyes glistening like drunken fools yet Damian was the only one who was composed.

You sat on the stairs looking down as the formed with desperation to partake and feel apart of something. Reality was a harsh comeback to your fantasy of longing. Jason, and Tim despised you. Duke tried but being near you felt like being next to you monster if a father, remembering what the Joker had done to his parents. Damian and Cassandra just assumed you were odd, never nicked or insulted you but they actually defended you or comforted you either. Dick actually tried but even he found it difficult.

They couldn't see past the genes, but luckily Damian, Cassandra, Bruce and Alfred knows that you didn't choose this..

You were just the scapegoat to the Joker's crimes. Whether old or new.