"I'm Not Attached, I'm Just Comfortable With What I'm Familiar To."

I absolutely enjoyed this little writing with Madeline and Shaw!

Ethereal: (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world I'm curious to see what you'd do with Madeline and Shaw for this, thank you!

(Note to readers: The Madeline here isn’t Madelyne Pryor, it’s @themarchinghare‘s OC Madeline Daresbury akak The March Hare, who is also a baker!) “I’ve read that adults begin loosing their sense of taste between forty and fifty,” said Shaw, “It starts with the nuances, the subtleties, the underlying flavors dominated by the rest of the dish ...and by one’s sixties, one may begin to be unable to distinguish between the basic groups of sour, bitter, and sweet.” He ran one broad fingertip---even this smallest part of him was broad---over the crystalline structure that Madeline had concocted. “I stopped liking sweets before I started being able to afford them. Perhaps that’s why. I would have longed for this as a boy. Now, though?” He withdrew his hand from the ethereal creation of spun sugar that the baker had delivered on his order for tonight, “Now it’s just about how it looks. Which is spectacular. You’ll have your payment wired momentarily.”

Fun fact!:

The hookah was actually used to smoke tobacco at the time not cannibas or other drugs! (Though I'm sure some people did) It also originated in India and was a symbol of wealth and prestige.

If anything the hookah smoking caterpillar is a symbol of change, adulthood, and a few other things (smoking being seen as an adult habit, while being a caterpillar is considered being "childlike" but him smoking could show how he's become adult like)

I could go on, on what the Caterpillar might represent but I'm feeling lazy. It's true though, don't assume the worst or immediately make Alice in wonderland an adult book about Insanity, drugs, and sex.

Source: https://www.hookahcompany.com/hookah_history.htm

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hookah http://www.fumari.com/blog/hookah-history/

Unpopular opinion: yes there is a hookah in the wonderland story but that wasn’t a big deal in the era and the book itself isn’t about drug use and Lewis Carroll was not on anything at the time of writing it

Please stop directly associating it with weed, lsd, speed, etc. and thinking it makes u edgy/cool (I’m gonna get people angry about this but really it’s kids book)

There most be some fangirls in Gotham ship Bruce Wayne/Batman.

The hare frowned at this. “That’s just awful Alice perhaps you should go back to Wonderland. We all miss you and it’d be far less dreary. ” If Alice was sad it was her job to help cheer her up or else Hatter could get upset. “Perhaps if you’d like I can show you the way. I may not be the rabbit, but if I can find my way around a shindig I can find my way to Wonderland.”

"Hi, I'm The March Hare!"

Hєℓℓσ, Mя. Mαяcн Hαяє, нσω αяє уσυ?

Didn’t have the energy to come up with designs, so I just sketched these two. Jerv for some reason gives me dumbo octopus vibes and Ivy reminds me of a leafy sea dragon

"Nice work. What's this one here?"

“ I’m glad you like it, Mr.Sebastian. This one is Bosphorale. A Chocolate cake flavored with dried apricots, earl grey tea, and Valrhona chocolate. Usually I prefer much more...colorful desserts but with what you’ve told me of the event I assumed something more minimalistic in design, but rich flavors was in order. Please try it, I’m sure it shall fit your guests taste as well as your own.”

"Does he believe he's an animal?"

“Normally I’d say yes. This is Gotham city we have people who believe they’re Gods and this is the best city in the world. In this case, however..... I think no one ever taught him manners. I think he needs a hat.”

Angel: Is there anyone you would do anything for?

Jervis Tetch

Jervis is silent, staring at the notecard blankly. His lips twitch in a smile, then a frown, then his lips thinned. He took a deep breath, before looking up, his eyes sad - but his smile soft. “Alice Tetch… Alice Tetch is the one person I would choose. Not Johnathan, not my parents, but Alice.”

Mun

Anything? Probably my girlfriend. I love her so much.

Ocean: Do you take yearly vacations?

Jervis Tetch

“Yes. Every year I go to Swindon, England and Point Pleasant, West Virgina. My hometown, and where my best friend lives. In Swindon, I go to one of the gay bars I used to work at do I could buy Alice, and myself food when father wasn’t the most sober… The drag queens and owners supported and listened like a second family should. They helped me understand what I was trying to suppress for so long, and made me realize that it was a thing to embrace. West Virgina, however, was the place where I was going through a dark time. I don’t know if I would still be here without them.”

Mun

If becoming a cryptid who is only spotted in their room during the summer months count, then yeah.

Murky: what is your biggest fear(s)?

Jervis Tetch

“Hatter taking too much control, running out of prescriptions, remembering terrible things that are always in the back of my mind, and losing my sense of reality. Basically, losing things, or getting too much of them.”

Mun

Seeing my reflection or mirrors in a dark room, poisonous spiders, people finding out something they shouldn’t about me, and disappointing people I want to make proud.

Have a tea-lightful day!

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.