"at last we are reaDy, my dEar friends in blue,
hurry each of you to your positions.
the evening is on us, and if bAtman stays True,
sHortly he'll try to foil our ambitions."
Jervis Tetch retweeted
With @FedoraFanatic inside, moving to Arkham by all accounts, that left just @ApolloOfCrime and himself.
Oswald didn’t even consider @MrFacePaint, far too unpredictable.
And dangerous.
A new Alice was found.
Oh, frabjous day!
There was a new store in town, very fancy. As you entered an array of sweet scented smells greeted you from the chemists and beauty boutique to your left. To the right a lovey, tidy little tea shop.
Here, Jervis would order a pot of -
- tea and sit, watching from across the way as Alice prepared the window displays.
It had to be Alice! Her hair, the way she moved... Yes, she had grown up a little, a couple of years had rolled by... but there was no fooling the Hatter. He could see it was her.
And he would -
Of all the Alice’s he had lost in life, he missed the last the most.
She had been perfect - a treasure. Just like the real thing (and for a while he had believed she was).
But since she was gone she had begun to smell like the rest.
A bank beneath a wintery sky,
So spacious, illustriously airy
In an evening of January.
Policemen three posted near,
Protect and serve, that willing ear,
Brainwashed under a tale to hear.
(And yet how I am haunted, phantomwise,
Knowing somewhere beneath these skies
Alice -
- wandering, those bright blue eyes.)
The policemen yet, that tale to hear,
Protect and serve, that willing ear,
Robbed the bank that was so near.
No shots rang out to cause to lie,
People fled, watched them go by,
As they rushed away to simply die.
The /janitor/ mopped the halls, head bowed muttering as he approached the secure unit holding @ApolloOfCrime.
“He diD his Very best tO make
The billows sMooth and brighT--
And this wAs odd, becaUse it was
The midDle of thE night.”
“I uSed to haT The White Queen, you knOw. Her heAd was sO small.”
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“WHat a regrettAbly large head you have. I would very much like to haT it.”
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The 1100-foot-long passageway between the station's Gateway entrance and the station itself. It is a property of the Gotham City Department of Parks and Recreation and is officially called "Sale Street." The tunnel is also used as a connector between western and eastern Loeb -
- Heights.
The tunnel was dimly lit, covered with graffiti, and strewn with garbage.
The Hatter sat huddled halfway down the tunnel, holding his hat tight upon his head. That bold little boy @SonOfBatman ruining his party like that! And then the cops with that nasty @MrCorrupty!
There was a table set out in the dining room of a big old house, and the runaways and the Hatter were having tea at it. The Hatter had been looking at a young girl for some time with great curiosity.
"YoUr hAir nEeds CutTing." This was his first speech.
