Even after such a terrible and loathsome day, at least Jervis had something as wonderful as Wonderland itself to come back to. It was all he was thinking about as he trudged through the streets of Gotham, his brows heavy and his muscles aching. Even as he opened the front door, stripping off his coat and hat in a lethargic rhythm, he still felt that crick in his back. The moment Jervis' eyes fell on you, he didn't hesitate.

"Oh, darling," he sighed miserably, wrapping his arms tight around you. At least you were the light in his miserable life, something that could uplift him even on the worst of days. He was determined not to let you go, squeezing you tightly, but not enough to hurt you. Jervis could never hurt you, after all. You seemed to be in the middle of making dinner, and it only made him cling onto you much more as a result. "You won't believe the day I've had."