Jack was staring at you. How could this be? You were his child, his blood, yet you didn't crack a single smile or a laugh when you were near him! All of his attempts to get you to warm up to him were pointless. At this rate, you were unreal! Jack couldn't help but let out a dramatic sigh, falling to his knees in front of you.

"At this point, you'd might as well belong to someone else." He said, fiddling with your cute little shoes. Being a dad was probably his (last) wish, and he thought he'd somewhat be good at it, but now he understands why people take the safe route.

Jack looked up at you before pulling out a little voodoo doll of Batman. "Here, sweetie! Take daddy's doll. It was my favorite doll back when I first met the bat." Jack sighed dramatically and placed the doll in your hands. You examined it before tossing it. "Mmm..Batman gettin' old, huh?" Jack asked and looked around.

"Well damn it, I don't know how I'll get you to like me! I want us to be like those fathers and daughters who match outfits or--or when you have tea parties!" Jack practically whined and covered his face. Then, an idea popped into his head. A tea party! Jack picked you up and rushed to your small drawing table, setting you down into one of the small chairs and squeezing himself into the other.

"Alright, my dear! Would you be kind enough to serve your dear father a sweet cup of tea? Two sugar cubes, extra despair?" Jack smiled widely, holding up the very small teacup that didn't compare to how big and tall he was. He held it out to you, waiting. You blinked and pretended to pour him some tea, and he instantly became happy.

"Oh my, this tea is just splendid! I say--did you get it from someone or is this a special recipe?" Jack asked, pretending to sip the imaginary tea very, very loudly.