“Thank You And Come Again!” Madeline Was Ecstatic, It Had Been Quite A While Since She Had Attended

“That’s Miss March Hare Alice!

At least I assume it’s Alice correct?“

"Hi, I'm The March Hare!"

Hєℓℓσ, Mя. Mαяcн Hαяє, нσω αяє уσυ?

@wonderlandofone rabbit girls

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

Baby Snowshoe Hare by Tim Rains (DenaliNPS on Instagram)

@strychthia Do you live in a little house like this?

A tiny door

Mad Hatter's quirks relating to the Lewis Carrol books

Traits directly from the book:

These are just a reference for me to look at for future Batman fanfiction and shitposts because I want to get them right, and perhaps for anyone who hasn’t read the book Alice in Wonderland. If Jervis is truly trying to mirror the Hatter to the letter, he should get all of these. 

If you want to see the traits alluded to instead, they’re under the cut. If you’re interested in some of my personal headcanons, they’re also just under the cut.

Anyways, here we go.

- According to illustrations, he’s small and wears a proper dress shirt, coat, and bowtie, along with a large hat with a card stuck in the top reading “In this style 10/6”

- The Hatter appears in chapter 7 and 11 of the book and not in Through the Looking Glass. He’s with the March Hare and the Dormouse, who can be percieved as his best friends.

- If you attempt to sit down uninvited at his table, he’ll shout “No room! No room!” even if there’s tons of room available.

- If you sit down without his invitation, he’ll be grumpy. Even though the Hare does this, Jervis can offer you wine even if there’s no wine at the table, calling you out for sitting without an invitation.

- He has an odd need to cut Alice’s hair. “Your hair wants cutting.”

- “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” This is the most common question he’ll ask people. Those who get it right will put him in good spirits with them.

- The answer to the riddle, by the way, is “I haven’t the slightest idea” or just saying you don’t know. There is no answer. Lewis Carroll never came up with an answer until a bunch of fans of his work wrote to him, so Jervis stays faithful to the book.

- He’ll easily confuse you if you contradict yourself. For example, when Alice says that “I mean what I say” is the same thing as “I say what I mean”, the Hatter replies with the notion that it’s like saying “I see what I eat” is the same as “I eat what I see”.

- He has a pocketwatch that tells the day, month, and year instead of the time. And it’s two days off.

- He can’t tell the time because he believes that it’s 6:00 all the time. This is because Time, who is described as a person, doesn’t like him, and thus stopped moving for him.

- 6:00 was British tea time back then, which explains his obsession with tea.

- He loves stories, and will demand one from others.

- He also sings. Yes, he sings. “Twinkle twinkle little bat, how I wonder what you’re at. Up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky.” Luckily, that’s all.

- He’s also no stranger to rude remarks, even calling Alice stupid at one point.

- There’s a point where he tries to shove the oversized Dormouse into a teapot. I like this idea because I like imagining Jervis grabbing Riddler by the hair and slamming his head into a teapot.

- He collects hats to sell them, so he has a large variety.

- He has a large fear of the King and Queen of Hearts. In fact he gets extremely anxious in these situations when under a lot of pressure and fumbles when he speaks to the point where he even fucks up a few of his movements, biting a piece out of a teacup instead of his bread.

Jervis’ possible quirks according to the books:

These aren’t particularly attributed to the Mad Hatter, but can be used as references that are good to know. Most of these are about Alice or Wonderland in general.

- Alice prefers picture books, so, being in a place of imagination, it would make sense the Mad Hatter would like them more. However, being a genius, he will read regular books if he really must. He just finds them boring.

- Despite speaking more than proper English, there are some made up words sometimes from the book that Alice or the characters use, like the infamous phrase “Curiouser and curiouser,” which was a word made up and coined by Lewis Carroll. Though, it’s not considered a legit word. Examples also incluse “pleasanter”, Expect Jervis to use a few of those.

- The metaphors are very odd and almost always come from the books, and are hard to understand. For example, “shutting up like a telescope” means to get smaller.

- At one point, Alice gets confused about who she is, believing herself to be another little girl instead of Alice. It would make sense for the Mad Hatter to call other people he believes to be “Alice” by that name, believing they’re just confused over who they are.

- He’ll sometimes speak to animals as if they’re people. Does he expect them to answer? Maybe.

- Alice is actually learning French. It would make sense for Jervis to deliberately learn French for this purpose. He just might be bilingual.

- Alice carries around a box of comfits and enjoys marmalade. Jervis might be more favorable to sweets.

- Most of the denizens of Wonderland are animals, so it can be gussed that Jervis would have a love of them.

- “We’re all mad here,” says the Cheshire Cat. Jervis could very well know he’s nuts and just rolls with it. Hell, he might even desire it, possibly refusing psychoactive treatment.

Personal headcanons:

- It’s already been established he’s short as fuck, but hey.

- Jervis names every supervillian and hero in Gotham after a character in the book. For example, Jonathan is the March Hare, Batman is the Jabberwocky, Joker is the Queen of Hearts and Harley is the king, things like that.

- He has very proper English and uses complex vocabulary, as well as made up words from the book. The only ones who can really understand him completely are Scarecrow, Riddler, and Batman, who have read the books front to back to understand him.

- He has a copy of Alice’s Adventures with him at all times. He’ll hand it to someone if they can’t understand what he’s talking about. Scarecrow dubs it “Jervis’ dictionary”.

- To calm himself down from a particularly harsh schizophrenic episode, he hums some of the rhymes from the books.

- The rhymes and phrases he mutters to himself when it gets quiet also dictate what mood he’s in. Usually he’s pretty cheerful, but the poems get darker as the more disgruntled or sadistic he feels.

- He’s prone to suddenly stopping himself in random conversations and quiet situations to squeal that he’s late or something like that. He’ll continue to freak out for a good thirty seconds before calming down and continuing to talk like nothing happened.

- No one actually knows what he’s late for, but reminding him of it is a good way to stop him in his tracks for a good few seconds. The only time this doesn’t work is with a serious event going on or if he’s upset.

- His most prized possessions are his hat and his copy of Alice in Wonderland, but in case those are every destroyed, he has, like, twenty other duplicates at home.

-He is bilingual in both French and English.

- He’ll take a hammer to any copy of the Burton movies he comes across.

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.

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?   ❞

The rogues gallery mental illness

I’m not a psychologist so this is all just a guess. If you’d like me to elaborate why I headcanon these characters as having these disorders or want me to add more, please let me know! Two-face: Aboulomanie, multiple personality disorder Scarecrow: Slight diogenes syndrome, philophobia (non-sexual) The Mad Hatter: Maladaptive daydreaming, borderline personality disorder The Joker: Witzelsucht, psychopathy, (possible PTSD) Maxie Zeus: Grandiose disorder, schizophrenia The Riddler: Narcissistic Personality disorder The Penguin: histrionic personality disorder Victor Zsasz: obsessive compulsive disorder, depressive disorder Firefly:Pyromanie

"Alright. I'll go get the tea set."

As March headed back towards the kitchen she grabbed her Kama, not wanting to worry him. Of course if he did prove to be a threat she could just use Tetch's mind control devices, even if she didn't fully understand them.

Prying her thoughts away she scanned the multiple tea sets trying to choose which one suited the guest.

Hm the blue set, no the gold. Shaking her head, she decided to go with the purple flowered set no reason a classic wouldn't be good. Carefully she placed two teacups and the teakettle on a tray, along with a wide variety of tea bags. He should like one of these at least.

"Sorry, it took me so long. I hope we have something to your liking."

@themarchinghare

“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.