Above the moon hung high, such a lovely view, and while Gotham was a terribly slummy place, Jervis didn’t seem to mind, euphoric, like a trip to Wonderland found at the bottom of a bottle. He was new, but Jervis had always been there, he had worked for a branch of Wayne Enterprise, it was only a week prior he had been fired from his previous occupation, he had made sure his former boss had been taken care of. She’d broken the window in her high rise office, and had stepped out the window, plunging to her death as she crashed onto the roof of a parked car, driven by hypnotic suggestion. It was not all of course, his former secretary was spending time with him, she was away for now…tucked away neatly from prying eyes, Mr Tetch, the Mad Hatter was not about to allow her to slip so easily from his grasp. Wetting his thin lips, the willowy male moved forward, steps slightly shuffled, walking low on himself. At his sides were two men, both donning masks, one a pale freakish white like a clowns face, and the other a black mask like that of a skull, a very vision of a late hallows eve…and while the men were not his own, the Hatter had made sure they were both very cooperative.
If Jervis was going to play, he was going to play well…Oswald would not be arriving as promised, he and his gals were temporarily detained, and so he would arrive to pick up the package. As Jervis rounded the corner to meet the contact, he saw ahead of himself, that his contact was being temporarily detained, by an attractive blonde…fierce and in all sense of the word, (however) uninviting, not someone the inteligible Hatter wished to fight against, why damage ones self when you can simply have others take the damage for you? The men at his side said nothing, and the Hatter would grin, that vicious smile appearing from beneath the wide brim of his Top Hat, an unsettling glimmer flickering in his blue black eyes, ”—Let’s play a game shall we?” he uttered lowly, mostly to himself, a slight English accent touching his words, Jervis careful not to divulge his position to the woman just yet. Clicking the end of his walking cane gently on the ground, the controlled goons moved forward, slowly walking towards the woman, receiving the orders, attack her…but do not kill…acting on the usual hypnotic suggestion, while Jervis simply watched and waited.
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