@flightlessgothamite liked for a faithful friend
Jack wipes his forehead, humming as he looks over the table. He wasn’t the best cook in Gotham, but he could prepare a meal. Sure, he wasn’t asked to, but Mr. Cobblepot had been kind to him, a rarity in Jack’s life that never tended to truly last. As well as a job of any kind, even if it is with a rather murderous bunch. Hearing footsteps, he brushes his hair back, letting out a breath.
“ W-welcome home, sir! I made you a meal if you don’t mind... Alfredo pasta with chicken? I won’t stay long, sir, I promise, I just wanted to show you my thanks for your kindness. ”
Sure, Mr. Napier here didn’t have a home himself, but he was perfectly content with the abandoned warehouse he’s obtained for himself, despite the cold, and the lack of decent clothes and food. He was just happy to serve.