Themarchinghare - What's A Hatter Without A Hare?

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What I love most is how well this could work. Alice is the one that knows hypnosis and brainwashes her brother till eventually he completely believes he is The Mad Hatter. Later something happens to Alice for Jervis to start searching for another girl to continue their tea parties.

OR Alice is always chasing after him forcing him to join her tea parties and adventures, mirroring what Jervis will later do to other girls and He hates it.

Jervis doesn’t want to be apart of her deluded fantasies, but at the same time she’s still his sister and he can’t just abandon her. He partly blames himself for her being like this thinking that when they were younger he wasn’t there for her or something of the like. So what does he do? He learns hypnosis and uses it to keep her happy. He may not want to be The Mad Hatter, but he can make her imagine that he’s willing. Jervis goes out to work while Alice stays home in the delusion that there in wonderland together.

For a while this works even if Jervis always feels guilty. Of course on day the cops find out and arrest him, believing he brainwashed his little sister. To make things worse what if she still has the disease Jervis would (to everyone in the court) obviously be taking advantage of his younger sister isolating her from everyone and trapping her in some sick fantasy. Jervis is then locked away in prison while Alice is taken to Arkham where they try to convince her he brainwashed her.

Imagine if she believes it. Imagine her one day angerly visiting him in prison and accusing him of all this being so disgusted before leaving.

Jervis loses it.

He becomes The Mad Hatter, after all he’s the insane one isn’t he? He took his poor poor sister and messed with her mind. He’s the villain he was just delusional about her wanting him. He remembers how happy she was when she Alice and how disgusted she was when she wakes up so he decides “Alice” should always be kept in Wonderland.

Gotham!AU where everythings the same except Alice Tetch is the crazy one and Jervis is trying to get away from her.

“But Jervis! It isn’t a tea party without the Hatter!”

N-no! Get away from me!

“FINE! You don’t want to spend time with your sister, i’ll make you because I love you, dear brother”

March paused upon hearing the friendly voice and grinned. "Hello, Hatter I suppose I got all turned around."

March paused in her steps when she noticed the other hare sitting next to the Hatter.

"I suppose I have a clone or maybe I'm the clone. Hmm you also don't quite look like my Hatter. Don't suppose you have tea for another, the more the merrier right?"

● { @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!  ”

i did this as a warmup but i like it omg

A personal wonderland {Jervis Tetch}

Ungloved fingers twitched as they held a warm tea cup.  The skin on the small hands smooth and uncalloused, almost like a child’s. Though to presume such innocence would be a deadly mistake. The hands shaking from the opium in the owner’s system flushing out. Mindlessly bringing the cup to soft pink lips.  Drinking more out of a repeated habit than a actual need or want. Soft but sharp blue eyes wide and pin pricked.  Drugged and tiny pupils staring in a hazed madness. A soft catchy toon slipping from his throat…

The smell of tea filled the air, warmth thick like syrup.  Lace frills covered the table in a out of date elegance.  Decorative tea cups set ever so perfectly out along the table. Foot tapping music and hues of blue seemed to be a theme in this personal wonderland.  Tears stained the nicely folded napkins on the table below the man…

Ungloved fingers twitched as they held a cold tea cup.  The skin on  the small hands stained in blood, both his and others. Though to presume such morbid thoughts would be a ignorant mistake. The hands shaking from blood flushing out of the owners viens. Mindlessly smiling as he brought the tea to his painful grin, tea dribbling down his mouth.  Drinking it like a nervous tick of a cuckoo clock. Bloodshot blue eyes held in so much pain as tears poured out of the. The tiny pupils hiding the schizophrenics symptoms with the drug that laid inside him…

The smell of blood and desperation filled the air like deaths cloud.  Lace frills soaked in blood and tears. The table more of a scene of sadness then elegance. Smashed tea cups laid in every breath of the room.  The record skipped and was not fixed, being drowned out by this man’s personal wonderland…

I absolutely enjoyed this little writing with Madeline and Shaw!

Ethereal: (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world I'm curious to see what you'd do with Madeline and Shaw for this, thank you!

(Note to readers: The Madeline here isn’t Madelyne Pryor, it’s @themarchinghare‘s OC Madeline Daresbury akak The March Hare, who is also a baker!) “I’ve read that adults begin loosing their sense of taste between forty and fifty,” said Shaw, “It starts with the nuances, the subtleties, the underlying flavors dominated by the rest of the dish ...and by one’s sixties, one may begin to be unable to distinguish between the basic groups of sour, bitter, and sweet.” He ran one broad fingertip---even this smallest part of him was broad---over the crystalline structure that Madeline had concocted. “I stopped liking sweets before I started being able to afford them. Perhaps that’s why. I would have longed for this as a boy. Now, though?” He withdrew his hand from the ethereal creation of spun sugar that the baker had delivered on his order for tonight, “Now it’s just about how it looks. Which is spectacular. You’ll have your payment wired momentarily.”

Madeline Daresbury

~::Basics::~

Full name: Madeline Daresbury

Alias: The March Hare

Age: 29

DOB: 3/14/1987

Weight: 159.5 lbs

Gender/preferred pronouns: Female, she/her

Born: Gotham General Hospital, Gotham City

Job: Criminal, ex-baker

Sexuality: Asexual, Aromantic

Appearance:

Hair: Brown, has two long strands over her shoulders the rest is cut in a boy’s style.

Eyes: Amber

Height: 5'11

Build: On the slimmer side of average with a fair amount of lean muscle

Normal clothing: Usually unmatching. Prefers earth-toned colors over bright, popping colors

Costume: A white long-sleeved dress shirt under a dark brown waistcoat with a dark orange bow. High-waisted brown shorts with vertical striped tights and combat dress shoes. A belt holds two kamas at her waist. Carries a golden pocket watch. Wears either a hat with brown hare ears or a hare mask

~::HISTORY::~

Before becoming a criminal:

Childhood

(1-11)

Madeline grew up in what she thought was a loving home with her parents, older brother Marcus and little brother Ryan. Her mother owned a bakery (something she would later inherit).  Her father was a martial arts teacher who taught her Taekwondo and gymnastics, along with how to use close-combat weaponry.

Despite the fact that her parents loved her dearly, Madeline’s family had an interesting outlook on life. They firmly believed in survival of the fittest. They could be harsh and strict, and taught their children “survival skills” in ways that those outside the family would consider extreme. Madeline was the strongest and most capable of her siblings. Because of this, she developed a mindset where she felt the need to protect everyone who’s “weaker” than her... which in her mind is most people. 

(12)

When Ryan became sick (pneumonia), her parents didn’t realize the severity and thought he would fight it off. It quickly escalated and, in the end, killed him. Madeline was devastated, but so were her parents, who blamed each other and later divorced.

By this time Marcus was in his second year of college, Madeline was tossed between two people who didn’t know if they could raise a child. Madeline’s father became obsessed with her health, and whenever she stayed with him, she was on a rigorous diet and workout schedule. Her mother, on the other hand, tried to distract herself with work. Madeline, when with her mother, spent more time helping out in the bakery than doing her school work. One week she’s being hounded to be on a strict schedule, the next she’s trying to help run a business. 

(15)

After a few years of separation, Madeline’s father decided it would be better if he moved back home. Her mother knew she couldn’t keep running a business and trying to raise a teenager all by herself; she already had issues with overworking. In the end, she decided to drop Madeline off with Marcus. Marcus, while not thrilled, understood the importance of taking her in. He had his own life and was trying to save up to get a better apartment for his girlfriend. 

Marcus was, for the most part, distant and focused on his life, leaving Madeline to her own devices.  With her new freedom, Madeline chose to focus on work, mainly keeping her and Marcus’s home clean and keeping up with school work. Madeline continued to follow parts of her dad’s schedule while mixing her mother’s work ethic in. While it kept her distracted, it also prevented her from making many friends, as she was always ‘busy’. Her unusual maturity, workaholic nature, and tendency to be a little too overprotective also kept people away. 

(18)

Around the time Madeline turned eighteen, Marcus slowly started to push her away. He believed that she was mature enough to be on her own, and the way she followed in their parents’ footsteps had been making him increasingly uncomfortable. He didn’t immediately kick her out on her own, but slowly created distance and made it clear that they needed to separate. Madeline resisted the change for as long as she could but eventually caved to her brother’s wishes. From there, it took her a while to get settled on her own. At one point, she was even sleeping at her place of employment. 

(20)

Even with all this, Madeline still managed to get into Gotham University, where she graduated with a degree in business. Her college life was relatively uneventful. She was an excellent student, but her workaholic nature and lack of friendships continued. After she graduated, she would take over her mother’s business. 

How she became a criminal:

(25) 

Madeline, after graduating, took over her mother’s business. For a while, it was all just normal work, but after a few years, she began getting big and odd orders for colorful and lopsided cakes and Alice in Wonderland-themed… everything. Someone different came to pick it up every time, leading Madeline to believe a bunch of people had strange tastes - this was Gotham, after all. They seemed harmless; never once did they steal anything, and they always paid-- albeit with some fantastic, whimsical chatting. 

(26)

A year later, Madeline had mastered the strange dialect that the people from “Wonderland” used. She didn’t know what was going on with them, but if it helped her sell sweets, she was willing to play along. 

This all became clear when a short, blonde man, looking like he walked out of a fairy tale, came in. He spoke in the same manner as the other people from “Wonderland”, and always wore a top hat, which had to be a good century or two out of date. His name was Jervis Tetch, and Madeline had no idea that he was the “Mad Hatter.” After making an order that Madeline had long since accepted as “normal,”  he asked if it was her “Unbirthday.” 

“I’m…sorry?” Madeline asked. 

“Why, of course it is!” the man said. “Oh, you simply must come over for tea and cake today!” 

“But… I’m usually the one who makes the cakes…” Madeline pointed out. 

“And? Have you ever tasted your own desserts?” 

“I have to,” Madeline said. 

“I mean, really, truly, sat down and enjoyed them?” 

That made her stop and think. When was the last time she had cooked a dessert for herself? 

“So… I can make any dessert I like, and the other citizens of Wonderland will be there to celebrate my unbirthday with me?” Madeline asked, skeptical. 

“But of course!” Tetch laughed. “Can we expect to see you tonight? You mustn’t be late for your own unbirthday party, you know.” 

Madeline thought about it for a moment. “Can I invite other people?” 

“To your unbirthday party? Of course! The more the merrier, I always say!” 

Madeline didn’t want to admit that she was a little scared to go with Tetch. But he seemed harmless enough, and she felt better knowing that she could bring Marcus and a few friends along. Besides, she got to make her mom’s carrot cake recipe for the first time in forever. 

Her “unbirthday” was mostly Tetch talking to people that nobody else could see. Madeline was constantly asked if he was okay. The tea, at least, was fine, and of course, everybody loved the carrot cake-- even Tetch’s imaginary friends. 

“He’s fine,” she said. “He’s not dangerous, and he buys my cakes all the time. Besides…it’s been a long time since anyone’s invited me to anything.” 

They became fast friends soon after-- odd looks be damned. As time went on, however, Madeline began to suspect that not all was well in Wonderland

(27)

This friendship would later be tested when Jervis asked her to become “The March Hare” of Wonderland, in order to help him find Alice. After much inner conflict, she decided to dive into the rabbit hole and join the tea party.

Criminal career (29)

As the March Hare, she has been The Mad Hatter’s right-hand for two years and aided him in multiple crimes.

Her criminal exploits include kidnapping, breaking and entering, robbery, and physical violence against authority figures. 

Because of Madeline’s kind face, she’s been able to get much closer to whoever Tetch deemed as Alice. 

Madeline is more or less his full-time sidekick and muscle, doing things such as going out for him and handling his more labor-intensive work. Still continuing to cook for him of course. 

She helps him break out of Arkham whenever she escapes from Blackgate, (due to her being seen as more stable). 

Madeline, despite being capable of it, never killed any of the mind-controlled citizens-- just traumatized them and left them injured to some degree.

Personality traits:

Madeline is what most people would consider a good person; polite, extroverted, and always willing to help. These traits, however, can make people forget her criminal exploits with Tetch. Madeline may be kind, but she will do anything for those she cares about. Madeline doesn’t give up in the face of a problem. For better or for worse, she’s in it for the long haul.

Madeline is a very loyal and devoted person. She’s also incredibly organized and good at managing chaos. While she doesn’t enjoy hurting people, she sees it as a necessary evil she’ll do for the sake of those closest to her. Madeline is fairly polite and always willing to let people cry on her shoulder. Madeline continues to diligently work out and improve some of her skills so she doesn’t lose them. She’s not blind to others’ flaws, but believes that their good traits should always outweigh them. 

Good Traits: Diligent, hard-working, loyal, patient, friendly, empathetic

Bad Traits: Obsessive, overprotective, overly-empathetic, overachiever, nit-picky, expects too little of people, codependent

ESTJ

Other info:

Abandonment issues

Professional baker.

Graduated from Gotham University college with a degree in business.

Doesn’t watch the news; she finds it boring/depressing.

Favorite book is The Wizard of Oz

When not cooking or helping Tetch, Madeline is a bit of a fitness fanatic; she works out regularly. 

Cartoonishly bad aim. Cannot use a gun or even throw a book at someone.

Trained in using a dual kama and educated in taekwondo (see earlier in the bio). 

Kept in Blackgate as she’s not technically mentally ill. Due to her good attitude, she is labeled as low-risk and only gets upgraded to medium-risk when Tetch escapes. 

Has been mind-controlled by Tetch on a few occasions. This has led to her obsessively checking any item given to her. 

Strongly dislikes March Harriet and the White Rabbit; she views them as “tainting” the book and characters. Has been forced to work with both on certain occasions.

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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