Don't Forget His Awesome Helpers!!! The Kabuki Twins!!

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

March paused.

It is true, Shaw was a man of habits. He always ordered the same drink, worked with the same people, and even kept the same enemies. She had already made him put up with many unrefined new situations. He is a man of more expensive familarities, contrasting with her more humble status.

March sighed, he'd still likely no, but perhaps she could convince him. After all, he was a business man as well. Besides letting go is difficult, but good for the soul.

"Shaw I understand this it out of the ordinary for you. But please consider all of the benefits! You've always used the same tools, you need to reach beyond your limits and do this. If I could I would, but sadly I'm no mutant. Don't you want to see how far your abilities stretch? The Moby Huge could make you so much stronger than you are already!"

Day 2

Like most people my favorite and first version is the Batman the animated series. I’d say the reason why this one is my favorite is because you can see where Tetch is coming from. It’s not easy to talk to people especially when you like the person. At the same however you can’t root for him, his actions are far too deplorable (and actually diverse not just “kipnap ol’ Alice”).

I guess I also relate to his want for people to be happy, feeling like you have to give this person a happy ending in order to get your own. To add, I truly would LOVE to live in a fantasy would, I remember one night were a almost cried with how badly I wanted to escape reality.

This version of Tetch will probably always be my favorite for both personal and more general reasons.

2: would be @waiting4codot version 3: @askarkham (look at the guy) 4: Arkham games (idk I just kind of like it) 5: Joker’s asylum

Albrecht Dürer, Hare, 1502, Albertina, Vienna

Day 4 Relationships

As I did with Tetch I'll just be doing people he's normally associated with!

Edward Nygma: Friends

They don't hate eachother they can just get a bit tense at times. They both have similar taste in Music and clothing, but they're egos do clash at times. In Arkham they're usually grouped together in the whole "dork squad" so talkings only natural. (Especially when you have to choose between trying to talk to a stick bug and a short fantasy man)

Jonathan Crane: Introvert vs Extrovert

Jonathan will happily let Meister do whatever he wants but pull Jon in and oh boy. Jonathan is not Meisters show partner and Meister of course See's Jon as a complete bore.

Mary Dahl: We gotta do THE song

Sometimes they get along very well and it's fun to see/hear them preform together other times.... Divas man plan divas. Meister thinks Mary's adorable and had a great attitude and Mary thinks he's the perfect showman.

Clayface: the ___ were better

Classic movie watcher buddies, it may have taken Meister a while to watch Clayfaces movie, but hey it's smooth sailing (so far). Meister doesn't really care about Clayfaces appearance and doesn't mind it at all when he copy's him.

Batman: No singing

Batman always wears earplugs when fighting Meister. He's no fun.

Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish followers. May the next several days bring you light and blessings.

This was...messed up at the least, a complete distressing mess that has the police involved at the worst. I know he adores Wonderland, but this is just..

"It.. it's just so new to me! How did you know they wanted to volunteer?"

I tried to hide my nervousness, none of them were Alice so they became.. this? Does that mean?... No, he calls me Hare. The March Hare. I already have a chosen role.

"The roles the girls, and I, play, how exactly does that work?"

I want to ask if they're in pain but.. that should wait.

"Why did you lie to me?"

mini angst sentences 

❝   𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑖, 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒? 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.   ❞

ғᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ 𝓙𝒆𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓼 ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ - ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ 𝓓𝓡𝓐𝓖𝓖𝓔𝓓 𝓸𝓷 ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴀssᴇssᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓓. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓕𝓐𝓚𝓔 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʜᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓓𝓝'𝓣. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴏ 𝓓𝓘𝓕𝓕𝓔𝓡𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓐𝓣𝓔 ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝒆𝓭 ᴏʀ 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝒆𝓭 ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ 𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓤𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓨 ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɴᴏᴡ 𝒆𝓿𝓸𝓴𝒆𝓭 ᴀɴ ᴜɴғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴘᴀɴɢ ᴏғ 𝓖𝓤𝓘𝓛𝓣 ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ 𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓛𝓐𝓘𝓝 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ.

❝   𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑖 𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚. 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜; 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦’𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟. 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒?    ❞ 

ʜᴇ 𝓛𝓐𝓤𝓖𝓗𝓔𝓓, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ 𝓤𝓝𝓒𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓔𝓓 ғᴏʀ. 𝓗𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻 ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝔂 ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝓰𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓵𝔂 ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ 𝓣𝓗𝓡𝓞𝓦𝓝 ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀs sᴏ!

❝   𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 - 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦. 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒! 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 - 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒’𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠. 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚.   ❞

𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓜𝓪𝓭 𝓗𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻 sᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ 𝒆𝔁𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᴀs ʜɪs ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ 𝓗𝓐𝓛𝓣, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs sᴏᴏɴ 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓼𝓼𝒆𝓭 ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛғᴜʟʟʏ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ʜᴇ 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓛𝓘𝓩𝓔𝓓 ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅɴ’ᴛ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀs 𝒇𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 ᴀs ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. 𝓒𝓤𝓡𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ ʜᴇ 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓡𝓓 ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜsᴛ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ 𝓑𝓡𝓘𝓔𝓕 ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ɪᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝒆𝓭 ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ.

❝   𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒? 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜… 𝑔𝑙𝑢𝑚?   ❞

Riddler: Tell me a secret.

Scarecrow: One time Tetch, who's all about not killing animals, accidentally stepped on a ladybug. He froze up and slowly cradled it in his hand, and he was so heartbroken she started quoting Hamlet.

Scarecrow: I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was a red M&M.

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Late night

Ficlet of Jervis and Madeline

The rain made everything seem so loud. Every step, every panting breath, and every police siren echoed so much louder. A part of her wished all of the noise would just stop, stop and let her think. Instead, she kept running forward. Madeline could feel rather than see Tetch stumbling behind her, all she could do was grip his hand tighter and hope the next turn would give them a place to hide. 

Finally several abandoned buildings came into sight and Madeline forced her exhausted legs to push faster.

"Tetch, come on! Just a few more steps! Then the police won't get us. I promise, we'll be safe soon!"

Madeline turned her head only for a moment to see Jervis's panting exhausted face. If she was in a better scenario, she'd try to carry him, but that was impossible now. 

Finally buildings stood in front of them. Without thought Madeline grabbed her remaining Kama and broke the glass to the dingy window. She quickly grabbed Tetch and thrust him through before hopping in herself. The moment her body dropped inside she felt shards of glass entering her torn boot. 

For a few tense seconds, they both remained on the floor, panting. Mercifully, the sirens disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain. Still exhausted, Madeline pushed herself up and looked at her companion. He remained on the floor, trying to curl up and block out the world. 

"Alright, alright, Tetch, the cops are gone, we just need to lay -"

"March, why did- did she do that? Why did she scream for the Red Queen?"

Madeline's face softened as she realized that Tetch was once again lost in his own fantasy. Slowly, Madeline crept closer to her companion, ignoring the glass that penetrated part of her broken boot. Madeline half jumped towards Tetch, before tilting her chin up and wiggling her nose.

"Now now Mister Hatta' we know that wasn't the real Alice. Why that young girl just wanted - wanted to play a game with us. No need to sulk!"

As casually as she could, so as to not spook him, she pushed Tetch into her lap, dusting off the broken glass that stuck to him.

"Ah, but March! I don't care for croquet, you know! And I'm tired of all these silly games!" 

Tetch pouted, throwing his arms in the air, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.

"Alice, oh Alice, where is she? Can't she see how much I want to bring her a party?"

Madeline sighed, looking around the old building. She would need to find something to distract him from his pity party. 

"Well, sometimes girls just want to -"

Suddenly, Madeline had a marvelous idea. Moving her hand to grip his shoulder, she forced him up to see a pile of decrepit boxes.

"Ah, look Hatta', a tea party! Already set up! How wondrous, how stupendous! Perhaps this was all a game to get us here!"

Madeline glanced down at Tetch, hoping that he would see the table and cups, and not some other wicked thing. She could never fully predict where his mind would take him. 

Just as she thought, he immediately jumped up and began eagerly walking towards the pile.

"Well, Callooh Callay to you, March! For a hare your eyes are sharp, why I bet they could cut a rath in half!"

Without another word, he sat himself on one box lower than the rest, and began to mime pouring tea.

"Hurry, Hare! Before it gets too cold!"

Smiling, Madeline stood up, already feeling the soreness in her body. It was only a temporary distraction until Tetch got his bearings. 

'Why, see this! Our day went from mimsy to frabjous in an instant! Why it's like a -'

"Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!"

"You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, `that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!"

The words tumbled out of Madeline’s mouth with ease. Madeline slowly sat down next to her friend and pretended to eat a crumpet. She knew they'd have to leave and find a better hide out. For now, playing pretend with her friend was all she wanted to do.

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