Playboy. Billionaire. Philanthropist. Those were all terms associated with Bruce Wayne or, as some select people know him, Batman. You wouldn’t think child abductor would also be one. It was the usual night, you begging to go out into the field as Bruce suits up one night to do his work.

”No, you’re not coming. We’ve been over this before, Memire. You’ll just be a liability,” he scowls behind his cowl at your pout that night. You were being petty, all alone in the Bat Cave. It was huge, sure, but you’d already memorized every inch of that and Wayne Manor overhead. Life wasn’t fun anymore. No new rooms to discover. No mischief to get up to.

So, like the petty and alone child you were, decided to go through some files. God, how you wish you didn’t. After making a mess of his desk, you go through a cabinet, finding a case with your name on it. You knew you were adopted. You didn’t look anything like Bruce and he quite often reminded you in probably the most unintentionally brutal ways possible. Finding your case file wasn’t exactly a shocker. Your documents, your birth certificate—

Guest Napier.

The name wasn’t all that familiar, so you decided to go through his secret file of villains he’s captured over the years. Bane, Catwoman, Poison Ivy… all that jazz. Then, of course, you come across the Joker.

Name: Jack Napier Alias: Joker; Clown Prince of Crime…

You don’t even want to look through the file anymore as your body instinctively shut it and tossed it back into the cabinet. The rest of the week, you had been off.