The New Joker
Prologue
"The Joker's in recovery, Dr. Hurd." The nurse held a small bundle in her arms. "He's going to make a full recovery."
"Is that the child?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, we managed to save him." The nurse held out the little baby boy for Dr. Hurd to see. "He's healthier than we expected. We were expecting him to be born with defects considering the Joker's reckless lifestyle, but he's perfectly fine. He has some good genes." The nurse smiled down at the sleeping baby. "He really is a sweetheart despite his parentage. What should we do with him, Doctor?"
"Well, he obviously can't stay here." Dr. Hurd eyed the baby warily. "We'll have to put him up for adoption."
"Very well, Doctor." The nurse smiled and turned to leave, taking the newborn with her.
(TNJ)
It wasn't long before Bruce Wayne found out about the baby's birth.
"The Joker had a boy." Alfred got off the phone and started to prepare Bruce's tea. "They're putting him up for adoption."
"What does it matter, Alfred?" Bruce sat in his armchair, accepting the cup of tea from his butler. "Thanks."
"Master Wayne," Alfred started slowly as he set the teapot down. "Is there any chance that you have something to do with this child?"
"What are you implying?" Bruce looked up sternly from his tea. "You think that it's mine?"
"Is it, Master Wayne?" Alfred raised his eyebrows.
"No," Bruce grumbled. "What the hell makes you think I would do something like that? With the Joker of all people?"
"You feel no obligation to help that child?" Alfred asked.
"No, I don't." Bruce crossed his arms.
"Alright." Alfred gave a little nod and turned to leave with the tea tray. "Whatever you say, Master Wayne."
Once the door had closed behind the butler, Bruce picked up the phone and called Arkham Asylum.