“I hate feeling scared that the Joker’s going to come and slit my throat like he did my family! I don’t want to feel the need to always have a gun in my hands because I won’t know what to expect when I walk to Starkbucks! I had a life, and that clown ripped it from my fingertips! Turned me into this monster, completely full of hate and resentment towards any and everything! That’s not me! The real me is something I tried to keep away because the real me is broken and weak, and I can’t afford to be like that in this hellhole!” —Adelaide Quinn.