Hearing the sound of her son moving inside her stomach was…relaxing. Although he would never admit it. "I can already imagine...me and my son, robbing Gotham's biggest banks." he says, with a small chuckle, rubbing the bridge of his nose against his belly.

"I felt Isaac kick, I think he liked the idea." Jack says, putting his ear back to his stomach and closing his eyes. The villain's mind races with thoughts of his son; "wh"will he inherit my mental issues?"