Anyone who knows Jervis, really knows him beyond his Alice-obsessed bouts of madness, knows that the man is extremely good at baking.

If he weren't a full-time criminal who's always in and out of Arkham, you have no doubt that he'd be a world-class baker.

So when Jervis asked you, his White Rabbit, his guide out of the rabbit hole and back to sanity, to move in with him, you agreed on the spot.

Mostly because, as his one-on-one mental health nurse its your duty to keep him safe and sane and not letting him 'fall into Wonderland' as he so eloquently puts it, but also because living with Jervis means all the homemade baked goods you could possibly wish for.

And really, considering the fact that he likes you enough to give you the nickname 'White Rabbit', means that he's probably not going to poison you with hallucinogens or try to mind control you. Probably. But you like those odds if it means trying more of Jervis' baking.

Which is why, on the first morning of the two of you living together (in a rather cosy little apartment paid for by a donation from billionaire Bruce Wayne as a way to help rehabilitate some of Gotham's many, many, many crazies), you'd almost gone insane yourself when Jervis brought out homemade scones and crumpets for breakfast, but placed your plate infuriatingly out of reach.

"Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta, White Rabbit!" Jervis playfully scolds you as you reach for your plate, sitting across from you. "Since we're going to be living together, I thought it might be fun to introduce you to one of my favorite morning traditions!"

The look in Jervis' eyes is playful, but to you, it's pure evil. How could such a sweet man be so cruel as to dangle his own amazing culinary creations in front of you, so close and yet so far.

"I like to think of six impossible things before breakfast," he announces, placing a cup of your favourite tea in front of you.

You, in turn, blink at him. Is he insane? More insane than usual?

Jervis lets out a boyish giggle, shaking his head. "No, I promise I haven't been spending too much time around Edward, or even enough that his riddles and insufferable brain teasers have rubbed off on me. Its just a little tradition I like doing."

This isn't fair. You can't be expected to use your brain first thing in the morning, before you've had your morning caffeine dose, and especially being expected to have to earn your breakfast!

Jervis seems to see the look on your face, and his smile grows a bit softer. "I thought you mightn't play with me so early, but if you do, I managed to get Pamela to give me some of her homemade jam..." He trails off, raising an eyebrow at you as he shakes a little jar of strawberry jam like a parent dangling keys in front of a baby.

And unfortunately for you, it works in much the same way. You'd had no idea that Poison Ivy makes her own jams, but in hindsight, it makes sense.

"There's other flavours of jam too! And a few of them have edible glitter in them! Ah, if I had to take a guess, that'd be Harley's intervention."