Her other self was fluffy and cute, but she doubted they would like to be to told that. They did however appear friendly and welcoming.
"Ah thank you! I full heartedly agree!"
Taking the offered seat she grabbed a cup and set about pouring herself some tea.
"We are just a set of twiddles with a single Hat between us."
Setting the tea pot in a clear area on crowded table she added, "Though one of us has a better coat I concede. Do you have any preferences in coats or teas Hatter?"
● { @themarchinghare} ● | { Pour a new cup! }
✂ - - - “ Wait–wait! Hold everything– SILENCE March! ”
March was not making any noise. “ Do you hear that? Someone is walking in our garden… The roses are talking about them behind their back– as they do… ”
He pauses. “ …March Hare is coming? What? –Did I send you two invitations, March? If so this other you is terribly late indeed… Oh, March Hare! Over here you silly lagomorpha! ”
Exactly why do all the other villains get a pass except for the not so popular group? Do you know how many damn times I’ve seen Harley someone who has killed children, gassed people and so many other crimes get a pass, just because she was abused by the Joker? “Oh Harley’s soooo cool! She’s a crazy, lesbian, who loves animals!” If Jervis Tetch doesn’t get a fucking pass because some writers decided “hey let’s make him a pedophile!” Then neither should she. Oh and let’s get to the most important part These are fictional characters with multiple interpretations! Honestly as much as I love dark dark villains, it gets ridiculous when we can’t see them as being light hearted at times without being told it’s wrong. Let fans have there own interpretation of these characters, let us enjoy without constantly being reminded about how “awful” this one writer made him. Besides it seems like no one gives a shit about Jervis till he’s in the dork squad or someone says there a fan.
Roman Sionis AKA Black Mask: Has a pacemaker for his heart condition.
Jonathan Crane AKA The Scarecrow: Underweight, abuse survivor, canonically hypermobile and thus suffers from chronic pain, hypotonic.
Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc: Abuse survivor, condition causes chronic pain.
Jervis Tetch AKA The Mad Hatter: Small, possibly suffers from a hypoplastic condition.
Mary Dahl AKA Baby Doll: Suffers from a hypoplastic condition, literally the size of a small child.
Victor Fries AKA Mr. Freeze: Can’t survive outside his cryosuit, probably in his 50s.
Pamela Isley AKA Poison Ivy: Abuse survivor, skin is highly toxic, probably suffers chronic pain as a result of her condition.
Garfield Lynns AKA Firefly: Covered in burn scars, scar tissue likely causes chronic pain.
Oswald Cobblepot AKA The Penguin: Has a bad limp, physically incapable of fighting.
Edward Nygma AKA The Riddler: Abuse survivor, physically weak, canonically recalls every beating he’s ever gotten.
Jason Todd AKA Red Hood: Suffers from severe PTSD, literally Bruce’s kid.
Basil Karlo AKA Clayface: Can’t keep one shape for long, has chronic pain, probably not a good plan to punch mud.
Peter Merkel AKA Ragdoll: Hypermobile and definitely has chronic pain as a result.
Feel free to add anyone I missed.
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.
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.
Colored my fanart for @themarchinghare‘s OC Batman rogue, The March Hare! I hope this looks close to what you imagine!
Electrotherapy (ETC) is actually used to treat severe depression, sucidal thoughts/behaviors, bipolar (mania/depression), and schizophrenia (Catonia). This treatment is also sometimes used in Dementia and pregnancy. This is usually used when medication doesn't work, the patient has had ETC before, or the sufferer needs the effects immediately because they can pose a threat (to self or others) in the time it takes the medication to take effect. This is all done with consent of the patient and possibly family.
Usually the patient is given muscle relaxers and asleep (anesthetic) before hand. While they sleep the device is placed on their head and a controlled electric current is used producing a brief brain seizure. The patient usually doesn't remember the producer and is carefully monitored and is repeated three times a week.
Side effects: Temporary confusion, retrograde amnesia, temporary nausea, headache, muscle ache and medical complications.
(www.webmd.com, www.mayoclinic.org, www.mind.org.uk)
If you've seen/read whatever anything with Arkham Asylum or the inmates chances are this treatment has been show or referenced. This makes sense as ETC is still used today and I'd be lying if I said that none of the inmates need it. However personally I don't think it's shown/done correctly.
The staff apparently missed the part about the patients being asleep during the procedure as patients laughing (Joker) seem to be a common occurrence. Also how Sparks seem to fly while it's happening when that would probably kill or at least fry the brain. Another thing is how the patients are strapped down, something I didn't mention was that the Patient is LAYING DOWN not sitting in a freaking chair!
Arguably Arkham may not even ask the patients for consent (which kinda makes sense it'd be weird to just have a page of a comic having an inmate sign paperwork). Another thing is which rogues get the treatment I'm no doctor/psychologist/ therapist whatever so I can't say if a certain rogue needs it or not.
If I'm seeing this correctly then it makes a lot of sense so many inmates are not getting better and are always eager to escape. Hell I bet Bruce Wayne and Batman have quite a few things to say to the staff at Arkham.
Sadly whenever it's shown in the Batman universe it looks like it simply feeds into the public opinion of ETC which is a shame because even though it was horrific in the past it's helped so many people today.
At the end all I wanna add is PLEASE do research into this stuff creators you don't need to know everything about but a quick Google search reveals it's not that horrific, at least today! If y'all would like me to discuss another treatment in Arkham please let me know!
vILLAINZ Zz :0
scarecrow looking lankier than usual but i still love him anyway
“Thank you and come again!” Madeline was ecstatic, it had been quite a while since she had attended a party. Although she couldn’t help, but wonder if she should have asked for directions and time. Thinking about running to try to check him she then spotted an envelope on the counter. Snatching it up, she immediately opened it. ~ You Are Cordially Invited to the Mad Tea party ~ Located: Guildford Main Street, 1589 At: 6:00 p.m.
The invitation was short and to the point so she didn’t think much of it. Looking at the clock she eagerly awaited to get off work so she could go home and get ready. Time skip 5:03 p.m. Slipping on a pair of black flats, Madeline looked herself over in the mirror one last time to make sure everything matched (This was something she often struggled with). Luckily, the simple orange skirt and green shirt worked well together. Finally, she grabbed the invitation and began walking towards Guildford Main. Finally at 6:08 she arrived, smiling she nocked on the door.
𝓣𝓱𝒆 𝓗𝓪𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓻 ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ 𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝒆𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʙᴇʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ 𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇ 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ 𝓛𝓐𝓣𝓔 ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. 𝓔𝓢𝓟𝓔𝓒𝓘𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓨 𝔀𝓱𝒆𝓷 ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓽𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓼 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ - ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂, ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs!
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝒆 ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆 ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ-ᴛᴇsᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ 𝓱𝒆𝓻 ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼. sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝒆𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝒆, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓓𝓛𝓨 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ.
ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆𝓼 ʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓔𝓓 𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓑𝓘𝓣𝓢 ʜᴇ ‘ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ’ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝒆, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝒆𝓼 ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴏʙ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ 𝓖𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓢 ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴜᴄʜ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ 𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴛᴏᴏ!
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs 𝒇𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓢𝓐𝓜𝓔 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʀᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ sᴏ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓻𝒆𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 ᴠɪsɪᴛs! ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴏ 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓓 ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sʜᴇ 𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔃𝒆𝓭 ɪᴛ ᴏʀ 𝓝𝓞𝓣. ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛʀɪᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 𝓢𝓣𝓘𝓛𝓛 sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏxᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴜᴄʜ 𝓖𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓤𝓡𝓔𝓢, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ 𝓘𝓝𝓥𝓘𝓣𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝 ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ?
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝒆, ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ - ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs 𝓹𝓪𝔂𝓶𝒆𝓷𝓽 ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛɪᴘ 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓡 ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ 𝒆𝓷𝓿𝒆𝓵𝓸𝓹𝒆.
❝ W𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟, I 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛! M𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙. I 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 I 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. I𝑡'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠..? ❞
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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.
@bloodorangesangria and I were discussing the latest chapter when I mentioned how Yumemi used to have Kawaru's hair! And look!
Even their hair clips match!
Hehe This just shows how long She's admired Kawaru and how dedicated she is to becoming like her. No wonder she was the first one to burst upon seeing her!
These chapters have definitely made me a huge fan of Yumemi Yumemite! Though her pigtails are still the cutest and best look for her!
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