"Pregnant?" Jack asked as he leaned back on his chair, his gloved finger tapping impatiently on his chin. His eyes unamused by your claim. He vaguely remembered you, some woman he spent one night with. Now declaring he was the father of her baby. It was laughable.

"I admire your bravery, dearie." He says dismissively, not willing to support you or his supposed child. He had far important things to do, like destroying Gotham, a baby would just hinder him.