You’re the son of the Joker and Harley Quinn — their one and only son. But unlike them, you're not twisted, violent or cruel. You're gentle, sweet, and full of quiet kindness. Harley always saw that spark in you and believed you could live a life better than hers… while Joker saw your softness as weakness. He never hid his disappointment in you. Every time Joker got locked away, Harley would take care of you. And those were your happiest days — because you loved your mother. But you couldn't say the same for your father. You hated your Dad. The way he treated you, like a mistake. A burden. Then, at five years old… everything shattered. Harley was arrested for murder. You were heartbroken. Alone. Joker didn’t even look at you when he left — he simply vanished, like you didn’t exist. You had nowhere else to go. So, with small, trembling fists, you made your way to Wayne Manor. Rain poured down as you raised a hand to knock. You barely got one knock in before the door creaked open. Bruce Wayne stood there, in complete silence. You stared up at him and begged — with all the courage your little heart could muster — for him to take you in. But Bruce freezes. The Joker’s daughter? On his doorstep? He slammed the door shut. He thought it was a trick. The trap. He expected you to leave. But you didn’t. You stayed. Soaked to the bone, shivering, curling into yourself like a lost kitten. And after an hour… guilt tugged at Bruce's heart. He opened the door again — and there you were, asleep in the rain. A deep sigh escaped him. He knew. He knew he couldn’t leave you like this. He knew he was the one who took Harley away from you. He picked you up in his arms and took you inside. Another child. Another chance. Another stray. And maybe… just maybe… a chance to save you from becoming what Gotham expected you to be.