Themarchinghare - What's A Hatter Without A Hare?

mad hatter fans deserve like thousands of dollars in compensation. just every hour of every day. i will personally smite every weirdo writer who keeps doing the most evil things imaginable to that little guy

Artist: salmon_41

"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.”

"Interesting, it appears we've never met before."

This was a bit awkward, threatening people was becoming a little too easy for Hare. Attaching the blade back to her belt, she quickly scanned his clothing trying to find any indication of who he was. Finally noticing the the music notes it clicked.

"Ah, you must Music Meister, I believe?"

@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.

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.

Spring inspired fruit tarts. 🍓🌹

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

Can you imagine Bruce Wayne having the private residences of his various rogues tapped? Like he could log on to one and hear a live audio stream of their actions. Imagine:

Ivy quietly making soft ‘cooing’ noise to the various plants which she keeps in her home to nurture and for her protection. Sometimes Harley can also be picked up but she soon disappears after a few weeks or so.

Joker seemingly being aware that Batman has his home tapped and is happy to hold long provocative conversations in the hope that the Bat is listening at any given moment. Bruce hates it since Joker seems to have a sixth sense about when he is tuned in and uses it to his advantage to get under his skin.

Catwoman being the only other rogue who seems to be aware that Batman is listening to her but she is rarely home (and is intelligent enough to not discuss her business) so she uses it as an opportunity to flirt and give hints as to which expensive gifts she would not mind receiving.

Scarecrow’s line is pretty much silent most of the time since he tends to conduct experiments elsewhere but the occasional hummed lullaby can be heard along with mad cackling and it unsettles Bruce more than he is willing to let on.

Edward Nygma being, by far, the loudest of them all. Between the cacophony of creaking and grinding that his various electronic projects make as he constructs them and his incessant need to hear his own voice and practise riddles it can be very grating. Plus he sings. A lot.

The Mad Hatter seeming to have a habit of holding daily tea parties which are almost unintelligible as Tetch fully descends into the madness which has a great hold of him. Bruce can only hear the story of the Walrus and the Carpenter so many times.

Bruce having to force himself to check the feed assigned to Harvey Dent as there is always a chance that instead of picking up Two-Face barking instructions to his henchmen over the telephone, he may pick up pure silence only broken by the occasional sob of the man whom he was once best friends with.

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

Rogues Gallery of Portraits Pt 3

Mad Hatter

His words out of a book, learned by heart. Perhaps he was someone else once, but now he is this being of paper trying to be a person of flesh. The world has one dimension too many in which he doesn’t fit.

There is little to say about his appearance, and what may be said isn’t flattering. His nose is the most remarkable part of him, large and bent. Everything else is forgotten, eyes drawn to his hat. He has many, that he wears for different occasions ; a green bowler hat for dinner, a grey béret for rainy days, a blue top hat for murder, a red tricorne for holidays… His favourite is the top hat.

He makes hats for others as well. Put them on their heads and they turn docile, obedient. The world follows the story better with hats.

He smells like Earl Grey and dust, like he is a forgotten book himself. He’s missing his main character, his Alice, which he looks for in the eyes of all women, in the way they smile and in the words they speak. It takes more than blonde hair to be Alice ; he can always dye the hair. There is an essence that he seeks. An essence he never finds. The women get scared, fail, or grow old ; flesh people, changing and decaying. He curses Time and what it does ! It flows between his fingers like a stream, taking away the Alices. The world moves without him, too fast for him to understand.

It’s always 6 o’clock at his table and in his heart. The quest for an Alice never ends.