"I didn't know what to do, and got scared.  I tried contacting you several times, but he usually got the better of what I tried"  He said, trying to keep his voice from cracking

"I need to show you something important...."  He finally said.

"Show me," Jack sighed, shaking his head.

"But why don't you get rid of the child?" He asked again. 

"Because I haven't had the heart to do it yet....I wanted to, but whenever I get the chance, she just looks at me, and....It's weird..."  He sighed.

He pulled on the mask a bit, but before removing it, he said: "Just so you know.....Well...Actually, I really can't say s*it about it other than I'm horrible as sewing,"  He sighed, takign the mask off.  His mouth was cut from one side of his jaw line to the other.  It didn't even look liek a smile, and the only thing keeping the flesh together was a black thread holding it, and it was caked with dry blood.

"Not a good time for a tasteless joke?"

"What the f8ck happened?" Jack sighed, examining them.

"Damn, you do suck." He chuckled, making him sit on the bed.

"Be right back," He called, leaving. He came back about a minute later, a sewing kit in hand.

"I'll do it," Jack said, bringing up a chair. He poured alcohol on a cotton ball, wiping off the caked blood. He then stealthily pulled the threads out,dabbing more alcohol on the wounds. He took a needle and a sterile thread, threading it expertly.

"This might hurt a bit," He murmured, as he dipped both the thread and needle into alcohol. He then took a betadine solution, gently wiping don the cuts.

He snapped gloves onto his hands, grabbing the needle. He started threading new holes, curving the scars into a Cheshire smile.He noticed that the left scar was shorter than the right... Just like his.

There." He said, finishing the thread. He snapped it off, tossing him a toowel.

"Might wanna wash your face. And I know what you're talking about.. With the kid." 

He was quiet, but jumped occasionally when getting jabbed with the needle.

"Thank you,"  He said, wiping his face with the towel, careful not to go anywhere near the newly cleaned and fixed cuts.

"Elliot saw it the night it happened, and got so scared she didn't go near me for a week.  Kinda creeped me out myself, but what are ya gonna do?"  He chuckled, then pressed the towel to her face when Elliot padded into the room.

"Daddy, are you okay?"  She asked.  "Yeah, honey,"  He said voice muffled from the towel.

"Grandpa and I need to talk a second, why not go back in and watch T.V?"  She nodded, and walked back into the room, where Alexis sighed in reliefe placign the light blue mask back on.

"See?  Just can't do it...."  He grumbled, looking at the table.

"I understand. I couldn't just leave you to die when I found out you were my son, either." Jack muttered, sitting next to him on the bed.

"You could give her to the mom..." 

"That's true...."  He mubmeld, absently running his hand along the stitched lightly over the mask.

"I think I'll do that, actually..."

"Oh...Okay,"  He said, standing up.

"So, how's Toby doing?  You didn't kill him, did you?" He asked, then heard his phone ring.

He looked at it, then looked back at Jack.  "Maria...That's her name..." He saighed, and let the phone ring.

"'Sup?"  He asked on the phone, sounding irritaded.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't b itch....What?"  He titled his head.  "Babe, you knwo I hatr your father, so that doesn't interest me.  When are you guys moving back to Gotham?"  He said quickly changing the subject of something that annoyed Alexis.

"Saturday?"  He said a bit louder for Jack to hear.

"Thsi Saturday, rentign the apartment in the middle of town.  Lovely.  Yes, I took Elliot with us....No, no ones in the room,"  He said unsure of what she was asking.

"...What?....My usual clothes....What woudl I do to....You..Huh?....Eeww!"  He said, then his eye noticably twitched.

"No, I do not want to have sex with you!"  He said hangign up the phone, and shivering.

"I tihnk I was just molested, via phone..."  He said, then looekd at Toby.

"Hey, wanna see my new face?"  He questioned, plavign his hands on the mask again, not bothering with the glas ses.  They'd be a story for another day.

"No, I don't." Toby scoffed.

"Wait, now she's 'babe'? You confuse me..." Jack sighed. 

"Obviously, I need her to take the kid, now...."  He said, now pacing.

'Damn it to hell, damn it to hell, damn it to hell...."

(Lol, obviously he's just sweet-talking her. XD)

(That, my friend, is quite possibly the best post, comment or work of litterature ever.

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"I'm going for a strole.  I'll be back in about an hour...."  He said standing up, then strechign and walkign out the front door, leaving his coat and the mask on the table.

(Lol, it's going to ring, and Jack's gonna pick it up....

I hate American Idol, but googlign Simon Cowell's name was hellu fun. XD)