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"Ah, how very fascinating."

Even if she had her weapons at the moment, it'd probably do no good against him. With how often she'd been mind controlled by Tetch he'd likely only need to sing a single note.

"Count yourself lucky that your natural talent didn't also give you skin like Killer Croc."

Noticing the change in her new companion Madeline decided it'd be better to add more humor to the topic.

"Or perhaps giving you feathers."

Tetch really should fill her in more about his more 'special' friends.

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“Jervis? Are you here?” Music Meister poked his head through the doorway, looking around before stepping into the Hatter’s latest hideout. Between composing and organising his next ‘performance’, the maestro had grown bored and decided to visit his acquaintance. However he didn’t seem to be around at present.

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Madeline giggled.

"Of course I know the joy of having a fluffy tail and two lovely long ears!"

Setting her cup down and mockingly tapping her chin in thought she continued.

"Though I haven't the faintest idea what having feathers would be like! I've been told the nightingle has the loveliest voice among birds, but it is quite dull looking. Hmmm."

Looking back at her guest she grinned, and proudly placed her hands on her hips.

"I've got it! You're a Peacock! For one you seem to enjoy luxury and I can just by looking that you like having all eyes on yourself! Additionally it's not hard to see you have quite the unwavering confidence!"

Chuckling to herself Madeline picked up her tea cup again adding,

"I've always thought the Painted Bunting was very lovely, though in Gotham you have to appreciate how adorable pigeons are."

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“Jervis? Are you here?” Music Meister poked his head through the doorway, looking around before stepping into the Hatter’s latest hideout. Between composing and organising his next ‘performance’, the maestro had grown bored and decided to visit his acquaintance. However he didn’t seem to be around at present.

drabble - jervis and his paper hat

He had his tongue partly out, curled up slightly as it stayed to the side of his lip. Focusing his deep maple gaze, upon the stripped newspaper configuration before him. He tilted his head from side to side; with his loose auburn curls scrunching to his face, to release with his movement and dance upon his shoulder again. All the while, his lengthy nimble fingers attended to his precious creation.

His handiwork was undoubtedly present, though the materials were lacking quite a bit. There was a small stack of newspapers laid before him, and a bucket of an odd mixture: glue, flower, and water; of which mocked the consistency of camel mucus. ‘Paste’ is what he was told lain before him.

Watching him work was something to be seen. Considering he didn’t seem phased by any of it, like that’s how he had made such things originally.

His brown orbs continued with deep concentration, as his delicate construction became more of a gentlemans formation. He made sure to keep all the pieces in their rightful places, and add extra glue upon the ends. Dunking his hand, or just a few fingers at times; into the paste, before returning again to the paper craft, before him.

Once the shape was then made, he stuffed some crinkled pages in the hollowed center, careful not to interfere with the delicately formed area. Flipping it then, right side up; he set it before him. Touching it up, here and there, as it dried slowly with in the air; attentively smoothing out spots that would crinkle, or applying glue to places that would lift or curl.

Then with his work finally completed and dry. He pulled the crinkled paper from the center, carful not to damage the surface made inside, and placed it atop his head with pride.

He then sat up straight, quite satisfied with himself; his hands were folded in front of him, and a smile cast like a cats mad grin.

He felt like himself once again.

after all,

how could one be a Hatter - without a hat of his own

…I’m beginning to realise that perhaps I shouldn’t be allowed to draw at this hour in the night. The brain seems to produce weird things. Ehm. :P

P.S I do love the comics with an unsettlingly serious Hatter though… Ok bye. Good day. 

Hares head shot up at the unfamiliar voice. Quickly she untied the apron from her waist and quickly scrubbed her hands. Tetch having guests over without notifying her was unheard of, he always wanted her to make some kind snack for his guests. Additionally she had never heard that voice before. Grabbing her Kama, she stepped into living room.

"Hello?"

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“Jervis? Are you here?” Music Meister poked his head through the doorway, looking around before stepping into the Hatter’s latest hideout. Between composing and organising his next ‘performance’, the maestro had grown bored and decided to visit his acquaintance. However he didn’t seem to be around at present.

say it with me

liking a character ≠ condoning their actions

understanding a character ≠ condoning their actions

relating to a character ≠ condoning their actions

never assume that only because someone likes/understands/relates to a character that they see this character as “perfect” and don’t recognise their flaws

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