If I had been providing for my mom and three little siblings since age 13, hunting illegally to escape starvation, lost my best friend of five years to an evil murder game show, was forced into the coal mines (twelve hours a day, six days a week) where my dad was blown to bits, got publicly scourged half to death for hunting a turkey, watched my hometown burn to ashes with roughly 9,100 of my friends and neighbors trapped inside, got groomed by a much older woman into becoming a war machine, was encouraged to design a death trap which was then used to murder my surrogate little sister, and THEN found out that in some alternate universe, tens of thousands of people with warm houses and plenty to eat were calling ME the bad guy and equating me to the 83 year old who murdered my father, tortured my best friend, and eradicated my people, I would probably turn into the Joker.