© All Rights Reserved By  Tat'yana S..

“Have Igone mad? I’m afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usually are.”  ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

‘fly on the wall’

“I don’t think Alice will be able to pull this off.”

Madeline stated, crossing her arms.

“She isn’t weak March, I’m sure she can keep them occupied enough for you shut down my cell block.”

“It’s not about her being weak Hattie, it’s just I don’t think she’ll want to join.”

In truth, she didn’t want Alice to join them. She had seen how Alice hung on Tetch’s every word and seemed to worship him. It was similar to Madeline’s own, except more extreme. Alice also wasn’t a criminal. Not yet at least.

“March!” Jervis gasped, “Why wouldn’t she want to join the tea party!?”

“I just think Alice needs more time, after all what will happen when the Jabberwocky comes for us all. We wouldn’t want Alice to get hurt, right?”

Hopefully appealing to Tetches more protective side of Alice would help.

“I can knock out the guards and shut down security for you.”

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Like/Reblog if you like to see your fav characters suffer. Trying to make a point.

Colored my fanart for @themarchinghare‘s OC Batman rogue, The March Hare! I hope this looks close to what you imagine!

"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.”

vILLAINZ Zz :0

scarecrow looking lankier than usual but i still love him anyway

schizo-wonderland

in schizophrinic symptoms people may experience….

Behavioral: social isolation, disorganized behavior, aggression, agitation, compulsive behavior, excitability, hostility, repetitive movements, self-harm, or lack of restraint

/he dropped the axe. Picking up the empty tea cup to bring it to his chapped lips. drinking out of a tick, not actual want. bloodied gloves smeared the crimsion fluied over the chipping, baby blue, tea cup.

“drink your tea alice…its rude to waste…” he said through a crazed grin. the people at his table slumped over and lifeless. alice in her blue blood stained dress… her head on the floor/

Cognitive: thought disorder, delusion, amnesia, belief that an ordinary event has special and personal meaning, belief that thoughts aren't one's own, disorientation, memory loss, mental confusion, slowness in activity, or false belief of superiority'

/his smile was one of insanity. the grin showing every one in group therapy that jervis was now the hatter. no longer in arkham, but in his own wonderland./

Mood: anger, anxiety, apathy, feeling detached from self, general discontent, loss of interest or pleasure in activities, elevated mood, or inappropriate emotional response

/“NO NO! its ALL WRONG!” the small man yelled. scaring the tightly bound, masked, hostages. “your supposed to say, yes sir! its so very very rude alice! wehave been over this over and over!” he steps closer towrared the shaking blond headed girl. “thats it…tea party over… your ruined it ….” he muttered. pushing the knife into “alice’s” throat so he could paint the roses red/

Psychological: hallucination, paranoia, hearing voices, depression, fear, persecutory delusion, or religious delusion Speech: circumstantial speech, incoherent speech, rapid and frenzied speaking, or speech disorder

/“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” he whispered. clawing at his hair, pulling chunks of blond hair out. “He took his vorpal sword in hand” he muttered, taking a small razor into his shaking hand. “One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back” he cut into his wrists. his blood pouring out onto the cold floor. that shaky smile softened as he paled. the world growing cold… “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? C…come to m..my arms, my b..eamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” darkness took over his sickened mind/

Madeline tilted her head, her smile slightly slipping. She had forgotten how childhood was a sensitive topic among most rogues. Madeline was never shy about hers, but the starlight clearly wasn't eager to trade funny childhood memories.

"Oh, I apologise I just wanted to talk about hobbies you might've had growing up." Madeline started, hopping to ease back from her fopa. "Personally, i've always liked baking and reading, you?"

Hopefully a step back would put her good graces and ease the girls suspicion, afterall when one flounders a step closer to the shore is wise.

"Let's talk about our childhoods."

‘let’s talk’ starters || still accepting!

It was a topic she had avoided like the plague for most of her adult life. In interviews with greedy reporters, begging for just a taste of what it must have been like to grow up as her, and in therapy, with greedier psychiatrists desperate to know what it was like to never grow up. What it must have done to her, what must have happened to her, in those few formative years. Now, her upper lip curled.

“And what would you like to talk about?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “You wanna sit around and talk about how Mommy never gave us enough attention, or how Daddy never connected?” She’d been scrolling idly through her phone and now went back to it, snorted in derision. “I didn’t even go to a real school, if that’s what you were looking to bond over.

Virtue, October 2019. One of the tiny ink drawings I made for inktober.