He basically bounces through the safe house door, “Oh, Pumpkin!” He calls. His signature crazed smile spreads over cracked lips. “I have something for you!” He chirps, placing a ‘gift’ on the table.

“Isn’t it lovely?” He cheers as he shows you the plant. He doesn’t know you at all even though you’re his child. This is some half-assed attempt for a gift.

Joker rounds the table, placing a hand on your hair and ruffles it, grinning maliciously.