Jack was a busy man. Always coming up with ways to try and end Batman, but somehow failing. It was 9:55 at night, and Jack was looking through blueprints with a bright lamp shining on him. He grumbled and growled. Where were the good ones?!

Just as he was getting frustrated, he heard a voice behind him. Oh god, it was you. His lover, his sweetheart! In your eyes, Jack was all you needed, but to him, you were a pawn. He only needed you for his works, but sometimes he could be a lovey dovey man.

"Puddin', aren't you comin' to bed? The bed is so light and lonely without you!" You pouted, climbing onto his desk and sitting in front of him. Jack didn't look up, if anything, he didn't even say a word. He just kept throwing blueprint papers, looking for the one.

"Puddin', dont'cha hear me?" You huffed, waving your hand in front of his face. Jack looked up, putting on his soft lovey dovey voice, which was obviously fake. He gently took your hand, kissing it.

"Not now, poo. I'm looking for my blueprints. The important ones. I'll be in bed soon." Jack said, looking back down at the papers in front of him. He really didn't have time to be sultry or sexy with you, not now. He was very immersed in his work right now, and any distractions would just make him mad.

He soon stood, walking in the corner and yelling. He was practically ripping out his hair. This was very normal for him. He always had his little tantrums. Nothing new.