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  When they found out that the Joker had a child, the crazy, psychopathic clown who made everyone’s life a living hell, who tortured people just for the fun of it, had a kid, they obviously got invested.

They researched you through and through till they found you in one of your fathers warehouses, and quickly took you to the cave for questioning.

You were now tied to a chair in a cell, it was a big dramatic since you were still a child, but they weren’t going to underestimate anything the Joker created.

“Are you positive this is really them?” Dick asked suspiciously. “If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here” Bruce, said firmly.

You hadn’t said anything yet, maybe cause you were scared, or something else entirely, they weren’t sure.

“Kid, can you speak?” Bruce asked firmly, you were about to respond to his question but was quickly cut off and answered by Damian instead.

“What an idiot question, of course they can speak, they probably just won’t cause their father brainwashed them” Damian sneered in annoyance as he glared daggers at you.

“Agreed, we should just force them to tell us where Joker is right now, it’s not like they can do anything” Jason scoffed as he crossed his arms.

“Calm down, we need to remember that this isn’t the Joker, this is a kid, we can’t blame them for what that monster has done” Bruce said firmly, which seemed to quiet them down.

“Now, what’s your name?” Bruce asked you, a bit gentler this time.*