"Oh, come on dear heart! Just one bite!" Jervis' big blue eyes peer up at you, and you could swear he's making them all watery on purpose. "For me? Do it for your dear Hatter?"

No. Nope, nuh uh, no way.

"Just say, 'ahhhhh!' And I'll do the rest!" he looks absolutely pathetic like this, begging you to try some 'traditional food from his homeland'.

Beans on toast doesn't count as traditional food, and he's not even British. You don't think he even has a drop of British blood in his veins.

Oh, and here comes the pouty lip. "Please, White Rabbit?"

You're the White Rabbit to Jervis' Hatter, the person there to lead him out of his delusions when they get a bit too strong and there to keep him safe when he does wander too far into Wonderland.

It's not the worst nickname Jervis could have given you; that crown goes to 'Alice', but thankfully, he's been getting better and finding fewer 'Alice's' around Gotham.

Pretty soon, he might even be deemed sane by the doctors in Arkham. Well, maybe not soon, but definitely sometime on the horizon.

Jervis' arms sag a bit, but a mischievous grin splits his lips, showing his tea-stained teeth. "Well then, White Rabbit. If you won't taste my wonderland-iful cooking," once again, tinned beans on lightly toasted bread is not cooking, "I'll just have to make something you will try."

"And if that doesn't work..." Jervis' eyes close, and he puts on the most innocent smile as he puts the plate on the table, putting his hands behind his back and leaning forward slightly. "Then I'll just have to get creative, and use my hypnosis to get you to try it!"

That did it. Honestly, if Jervis wasn't such a gentleman, you'd think he knows exactly how to manipulate you into doing whatever he wants.

"Now then! I can make shepherd's pie, toad in the hole, pigs in a blanket, bangers and mash," he counts each food on his fingers, wiggling the ones he's raised a little. "Cottage pie, what else...? Oh, and any number of sweet baked treats!"