. . . Meanwhile . . . 

A tall red headed guy who was nearly 19 burst through the door. A group of kids of various ages looked back up at him.

"Joker, what's wro-" Beast got cut off.

"Father, he's- he's ran into some problems. He needs us back."

Joker said with worried filled words as he chewed his bottom lip and ran a hand through his red spiky hair. 

"How can we help? We're only kids. It's not like we can do much."

A blonde haired boy asked while fumbling with one of his knifes, 

his name was Dagger.

Joker frowned as he looked around, trying to think of something, when it hit him.

The circus  costumes they wore as they worked at this killer theme park . . . 

The names they're called each other since they found one another on the streets . . .

They could do the Circus they always had wanted, and it'd provide enough money to help their Dad through whatever troubles he was going through . . .

Joker explained his idea of filling the world with smiles and how they'd all finally be happy, all of them, even Dad. 

And they left, wanting nothing more than to spread joy and happiness.

. . .