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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 11:06 pm
It's a dreary night in Gotham city, the mental institution known as Arkham Asylum has moved on from being a symmetrical winged facility to a town with several buildings to accompany the insane and the criminally insane. The location of the Asylum is by a peninsula guarded by tall concrete walls and the cold Atlantic ocean that surrounds it. Patients, criminals, and employees alike call it 'Arkham City' due to the vastness of the institution. There, a known criminal named Bane broke into Arkham to locate the remains of the TITAN formula that fuels the size and strength of a normal human being into abnormal appearance and behavior. The studies that were once conducted in the past Asylum were transferred into the city built institution. Unlike the tubes that run into Bane's body, the substance called VENOM gives him the means to be more possessive over the material than his TITAN counterparts. With his paid henchmen along with working with the Joker and Harley Quinn; they seek to initiate many candidates that will work for them and run amuck the streets of Arkham- and eventually Gotham City. With Bane's kindred knowledge of the symbiotic substance, he made a more genetically enhanced and more behaviorally controllable serum titled TN2. As Bane hands over the newer developed formula to Joker, he betrays Bane and keeps him contained of the undergrounds of Arkham City- ultimately taking the henchmen that supported Bane and turned them against him to work for the Clown Prince of Crime. Joker, hidden within the confines of the city, has already been testing this new formula; injecting serums into test subjects to evaluate the behaviors of them till he executes the order to send them off to do his romanticized anarchy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 1:58 pm
Batman has always been one to quickly respond to potentially hazardous situations, with the news spreading fast of the prison takeover his goals are to contain the revolt within the confines of this so called city. After being misled from a decoy Joker used, a riddle within a note found near the decoy lead the Crusader to Arkham- only to soon realize much of what has happened occurred without him knowing so. On top a gargoyle to one of Gotham’s skyscrapers, he overlooks the containment facilities. Watching as orange dressed flash mobs appear- one of which were surrounding two individuals fighting to some kind of betted brawl. Others were torching buildings with makeshift molotovs, contriving vandalism by breaking into buildings, lighting cars on fire, and dancing around like wild savages. They seem to repeatedly fist the air with weapons resembling bats, knifes, two by fours, and any sort of material it seems they could get their hands on. Almost everywhere Batman would look, there would always be anarchy around every corner. It was almost impossible to not find a sight that looked horrendous for an average individual. Seeing all this occur however, seemed to be an average night for the Caped Crusader.
Receiving vital details from his trusted source: the Oracle, she brings him up to speed to the situation taking place in Arkham City. He heard her mention the Joker once and was already not surprised. While being attentive to Oracle, he looked up at the night sky. It was pouring heavy rain moderately over the confines of Gotham. It’s as if it was almost raining harder at Arkham than it was in the city that housed the mental institution. Booming thunder could be seen and heard over downtown Gotham City. Almost too clichè to even describe, but that’s always been the atmosphere of Gotham. Suddenly, the speakers that connect throughout the city activates, behind the microphone a familiar mad voice echoed the streets as he begins his speech with uncontrollable laughter. The volume of the speakers muffles as police and press helicopters come rushing from the sky behind the Dark Knight.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:56 am
 Joker had always thoroughly enjoyed Arkham this time of year, the screams of tortured displeasure, the weeping, and psychotic laughter, as if a grand symphony was only being played for him, Vivaldi, Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven... None of em had anything on the Arkham chords. Resistance had been terribly minimal at this hour, the change of the guard always was, and those that had been prepared, were easily dispatched by the men Joker had planted in the ranks. Overall Arkham seize and capture had been an overly easy feat, naturally Joker had done much of his growing up within the confines of the facility, and since so often his escapes came, he had seen the inside and down the halls of every bit of the madhouse, knowing their ruined walls far better then anyone else. Batman had been in a terrible rush, he always was, but to no avail, the clown was already making himself quite at home, Arkham was getting wrapped up, and as Blackgate had been temporarily (and really permanently shut down) Joe had thought the cells were getting a bit too cramped, they needed expansion, and fast... Out onto the extending lands pouring towards the city would do. Having activated the controls to release the Dodo's from the roost, they fled the coop as if called by some unseen voice luring them out, like Rats... Or children, to the lake in the Pied Piper story. That had been a few hours ago, by the time the Bat had retrieved the decoys information, the clown had already flung open the flood gates at Arkham, pouring out violence, disease, and madness in a tide of blood thirsty raving lunatics setting themselves out upon the Expansive facility. Thankfully for the rest of Gotham, and perhaps Intel from the Bat, road blocks of sorts had been set up, a way of cutting the cancer out from spreading across the city. Joe didn't mind, not for now... Though he hoped he could carve a path through the Creme de Le Creme of society, dissect those in the seat of influence, wealth and power, blue bloods were always far more pleasurable a kill... For now, however he'd have to be patient and play with the toys he was already given, like a good little boy. While the Asylum was his preferred castle, he pulled a page from Nigmas book ( quite literally) and hid his whereabouts for now, he preferred Burlesque over Stripping anyways. Edward had built himself a play pen, several in fact, all set in various locales around Arkhamm city, Joe simply was borrowing it, them... Ol' Riddlie hadn't put up much of a fight, was a bit disappointing. Leaning forward in his rollaway chair, unbeknownst of the heroes whereabouts but certain he was around, he spoke, voice crackling over the intercom, rising over the decrepit buildings as he addressed his 'nation', "--Good evening fellow Howlers at the Moon, it's your old pal Uncle Joker here, ever feel lost and alone, despaired you'll never find freedom beyond the 1 inch bars nestled high above your padded cell? I do, because I know. They've kicked you down, and kept you away, labeled as the Dregs of society, forgotten and alone rotting away because of a corrupt mental asylum and prison. I'm here to tell you, you're not alone, at this very moment..." no matter if he was or wasn't there, Joe continued, "--One of those very figures that locked you in your own private hell is here, the Batman, the very source of your ire, but if that doesn't tickle your fancy, or shake a few more screws loose, I've got another gift kids. Christmas has come early this year, and Santa Clown wants to give, scattered around the city like gift wrapped presents are Arkhams fine staff, doctors, nurses, and everyone in between, just waiting for you to come and tear them open, and find the prize inside! Enjoy! I've got such plans for this new Arkham city of ours, stay tuned... We now continue this regularly scheduled broadcast of 'It's a Good Life,' " and then the speaker fizzled out! Joker pulled away from the screen, and moved to leave, no need to stay in one place at one time for too long, Bats was bound to eventually discover him with all that fancy gadgetry, might as well make a game out of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:02 pm
As the Joker finishes, Batman pressed against his ear activating communications with his trusted source. "Oracle, trace the location of where Joker broadcasted." "On it." She replies.
Batman dropped his arm back down to his side, preparing himself to take the leap of faith off the head of the gargoyle. Then he goes, his cape transforming themselves into wings- gliding high in the sky with heavy rain pouring on his back and cowl. In amidst of flight, Oracle began to speak of the traces she found that leads to the broadcast signal in a location of Arkham. Revealing Joker's location to be in an old crime museum, it once housed historical artifacts over Gotham's historical criminology. Batman set his course, adjusting his glide near the building or on it. "Keep me updated." Batman states, outing communications with Oracle. He approaches the building, positioning his body to lean back to prepare for the landing. He touches ground and began running toward a roof entrance he could access into the building. The manhole sized airvents, could do the trick. He nears one and slows his speed then proceeds to remove the hatch with brute force. Slamming it on the roof's floor as he directs his body feet first into the vent. He slides down the vertical vent as he activates his visual sensors to help guide him out of the compact passageways. He finds an exit leading into a hallway. Pressuring his foot against the vent getting it to unlock, Batman slides the hatch to the side, standing up again. He looks around, paintings and glassed descriptions of them were evenly decorated every few feet symmetrical from each other on either wall. He glances down toward the left side of the hallway picking up movement to a much larger room. He switches his visual sensors into the heat setting finding a group of thugs carrying lead pipes and bats over their shoulders. He crouches down and made his way down the corridor, remaining unspotted. The group was huddled together, next to an exhibit dedicated to the Joker himself. The room was filled with different memorabilia over the Caped Crusader's nemeses over the years. The thugs that surrounded Joker's wax figure had a television set playing a documentary program of his history- of course not everything he ever did was explained in full detail. The guards listened attentively and talked amongst themselves, completely vulnerable from harm. Batman pulls out batarangs from within his utility belt and knuckles them, mentally marking the breakable chandeliers hanging above the unaware men. He throws, hitting each of their precise targets, cutting the support that held every one of them up. The lights shatter leaving the thugs spooked and blind from darkness.
Batman simply walks toward them, cutting down each of them into unconsciousness with his fists. Adjusting himself from beating the thugs into a pulp, Oracle placed a mini map-hud of the layout of the building onto his cowl's sights, blinking and highlighting the pinpoint location of the broadcast that was scanned a floor above him. The atmosphere began to be lit as he sprints to a nearby spiraling staircase due to the destruction of the lights that connected to the room. Cautiously checking for any engaging hostiles he would encounter, he made haste till he stopped outside the traces of where the signal was pinpointed. Unable to pick up bodies through his sensors, he kicks the door open by the hinge of the knob violently crashing as he steps into the room. The function of the small expanse seemed to be a control room that monitored the building's traffic. In the center, there was a large camera, pointing toward the empty wall facing the opposite end of the tech was located. Beside the camera was an old hooked on television tube set on a rolling tower. He inspects the room carefully, attempting to find anything that could lead him to the Joker.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2016 10:48 pm
Joker was already on the move, bound for a new location away from the previous digs, thankfully Edward had set up various waypoints for him to travel to and fro, he'd have them back eventually, after they fell to shambles. Alas, Just as he suspected, he was sure the whole crew was in arms ready to stop his fun, and if not the whole family, at least Bats, with at least one listening in the wings, or so he guessed. Luckily for him, they couldn't do much more then sit down, shut up, and play his game, even now time was slowly ticking away, a count down for the literal ball to drop, only they wouldn't be celebrating the new year with champagne and kisses from strangers, it was life or death, simple as that, and Arkham city was the source. Down the hall screams sounded, maddened laughter echoing as the sound of bones snapping under heavy weight occurred, Croc was somewhere to be certain, hardly the first to scour the halls at this hour, all were afoot, all off playing their silly little games, Hatter with his foolish tea parties and brainwashed blondes. Scarecrow with his lessons on fear, the list went on, all steadily avoiding him, delightfully, after all he had his own twisted agenda, and maybe part of it called for a visit to Bane, his dear sweet roid raged friend. Wetting his lips, he shook his head, smirking, and For a moment thoughts coalesced slipping like silken serpents, images on all the Bats sidekicks of the past, taking a turn down memory lane, cheerful in some way shape or form he had touched all their lives. Out wards it all came in a bustle of babbling gibberish, Joe talking out loud madly to himself as he skipped down the halls, ducking past blood spattered orderlies. "--wherever you are Bats, I just have to ask. What's with all the identical sidekicks? you've had like 5 Robins. Let me guess... You put an ad in the classifieds 'Robin wanted! Must have a 25 inch waist, yeh high, corny one liners, affinity to suffer traumatic events from gun wielding lunatics', oh and black hair is a must..." wailing, hands clapped against his face dramatically like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone, "--God help us if the boy is blonde, ginger, or gasp! A girl!! Craps... guess they don't make 'em like they used too. God knows they don't make Quinn like they used too, Still, I'll admit... Kids got style, grit, a certain Je ne sais quoi the other birds in the roost didn't have, I like it." jumping upwards to slap his hand against the top of the wall with a framed image of Jeremiah Arkham, he continued on his distorted path with no real destination in mind, after all he'd have quite a bit of time on his hands.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 2:41 pm
Whilst investigating the room, audio began to project into the console's speakers. Batman walked toward the computer console that gave access to different kinds of cameras in the museum, but to no avail could not find the clown. As Joker went on yammering about the past Robins he used to partner with, Batman inserted a microchip for Oracle to run diagnostics of all possible locations Joker could be speaking from. Downloading the data to completion, Oracle ran the tests and found Joker to be in the new city built Arkham Asylum. After broadcasting through the city's speakers, it was apparent that Joker made haste to avoid the wrath of the Dark Knight.
What are you planning, Joker.
He thought to himself, before leaving the room and eventually out of the Gotham Criminal Museum. He beckoned for his grapnel gun, and fires it onto a nearby edifice, accelerating in speed till he reached a roof. Releasing the line he fires another, fluctuating as he swings to different rooftops. In thought, there have been reports in police helicopter scanners that there have been men masked with white rabbit faces running around frantically with a man with a raggedy green top hat. As well as other reports of riots congested in dense smoke, seemingly fighting each other without proper motive. Since Joker has been tampering with Arkham, he was sure to have released inmates that have dealt with the Batman in the past. Expeditiously, Batman was almost there to the Asylum, but it was difficult to resist clearing the streets filled with armed thugs. He knew better not to deal with them, till he has taken out the highest authority. Only then, they will be cleared of motive and establish fear for their actions. Knowingly that the Batman will be there to stop them.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 6:58 am
[[Trying to prolong the Joker stuff so we dont go through too quickly, so instead ill put him on hold and introduce some of the other lunatics of Gotham]]
From the static darkness of the vast gloomy city crackled another voice, only this... hadn't been over some expansive radio system, like the Jokers had, instead the transmission had been cracked, the code broken sending a direct line into the heroes cowl, violating him like phantom fingers. "--Greetings and Salutations Batman, you must be wondering how I managed to hack into your wavelength..." he cooed, voice rising with some twist of terrible haughty joy, "--Why, a magician never reveals his secrets, but Oh-ho, I can assure you it wouldnt have been easy for just anyone... but I'm not just anyone, but you know Jervis..." he stated speaking madly in third person as if referring to another. Wandering his small antiquated lair, the Hatter tapped the mic, thin lips stretching over yellowing teeth from far too much tea when he smiled, slate grey eyes illuminated beneath the wide brim of his well loved top hat, "--Alice and our new friends would like to invite you to our tea party, we've reserved a place at our tea table for you! Don't worry, I'll tell you exactly where we are, wouldn't want you to miss it now would we?" in the background muffled screams and begging could be heard, Hatter shushed them and then continued, "--Just on the edge of Arkham city, sits a sad little Carnival... abandoned, oh the rides are in such disrepair... but we've made home to a certain House of Mirrors, join us... post haste, or this house of cards will start to crumble, and the Queen will start shouting 'Off with their heads'! See you soon!" and then the transmission cut out... and the hero was left with dead air, when and if he decided to arrive, he'd notice that the Hatter would have felt right at home, the House of Mirrors itself made to resemble an image straight out of Wonderland.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:42 pm
Mad Mr Hatter [[Trying to prolong the Joker stuff so we dont go through too quickly, so instead ill put him on hold and introduce some of the other lunatics of Gotham]] [Okay, for sure this is going to be interesting. Sidenote: This is my second time writing a response 'cause my comp. crapped out on me just when I was editing. -_- Would've posted earlier if that hadn't happened. Anyway if anyone is reading at this point feel free to add on however you please.] Attentive to the transparent broadcast, Batman alters course. He lands onto an approximate elevated canopy to adjust bearings toward the Carnival. Upon landing he fires his grapnel launcher, the gadget pulling him in haste as he travels through the forces of upheaval.The only suitable option in this situation is to postpone the encounter with the Joker and attain the captive hostages from Tetch. From the exterior walls of Arkham, G.C.P.D will provide sanctuary from their circumventing blockade of the city once Batman liberates the held victims from subjugation. Approaching the site, Batman mounts a disfigured awning entrance to the abandoned amusement park. The descecrated grounds projected a particular morbidity as flickering poles and extruding parched light bulbs tend to sear the outlines of title canvas attractions. He pounces to ground level as the elongated black garment overlayed his appearance from the neck down. He progressed toward the known position of the Mad Hatter with the building inscribed in big red letters.
HOUSE OF MIRRORS.
He proceeds through the entrance, upon setting foot into the structure the room was pitch black. Taking a step forward, lights suddenly illuminated the room having the Knight's vision adjust to the change of circumabience. Looking forward, the mirrored corridor was blocked off with a carboard cut-out of what it looks like to be a makeshift burrow. Reminiscent to the opening introduction of Lewis Caroll's: Alice in Wonderland. On the side, the mirror was coated with a menacing red spray text saying:
To Wonderland!
The brows of his cowl tightens in anger of the brash insanity that is sure to follow through this building. He walks through the man sized hole and begins his surely deranged venture....
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 9:33 pm
From inside the dilapidated Wonderland themed Funhouse, He had been avidly watching from his small side room, glowing televisions casting a lovely shade of blue grey over his gaunt features, giving him a sort of sickly appearance even more so then usual. He had been prepared, after all it all went hand, in hand with his planning. Cheshire was ready prowling the shadows, waiting, he had taken time to refine the neural interface, while Security cameras had been set up all around the fairgrounds, and just as he thought he was about to lose his limited patience. Movement stirred his attention and he reacted, inching forward in his chair, Before long Batman had surfaced, fleeting like a ghost, and disappeared into the darkness off his screen... "--No, no, no, you can't leave... where are you? Where are you right now?" he snapped, slamming his fists against the table,in his usual raspy pitchy tone. Annoyed, but refusing to leave the mock security room behind the hidden panel, and blow his cover, he waited. Looking past the screen where the hero had disappeared, he quietly studied each and every one of his fellow guests strapped to their tea table, wired and integrated into it like some ******** up neurology quilt, he'd only be so happy to explain when the time arrived, his fingers slid along the glass of the television viewing screen, seeming to... feel them... madly, as if the static from the set was something more... "--Will you, Wont you, will you, won't you, will you, won't you join the dance?" he cooed, speaking quietly to himself. And then he saw him, Batman moving down his rabbit hole, just as he intended. "--Clever boy," Lifting from the chair, swiveling it about accidentally, he prepared himself, toggling switches, snapping on lights, all the while laughing hysterically as his plan came into fruition, the House of Mirrors suddenly becoming a glowing gem surrounded by swathes of darkness as classic circus music cranked to life...almost inviting the Bat further in to his little nest... assured he was wise to his scheme, assured he unlike the rest knew it was a trap, one he simply needed to explore. While the attraction did indeed have a set Wonderland theme, Jervis had given it a small facelift. Plastered to the whimsical painted walls that resembled a vast forest, were tattered pages ripped straight from 'Alice's Adventures in wonderland ' and scattered hap-hazardly around a varying variety of tea cups, half filled or empty of tea, some poured over the brim. Even madder however were the uncomfortable stacks of iregulary stacked chairs, Batman would have to walk under, or the doors that would lead to brick walls, windows in the floors, it was as if he'd stepped straight into the Hatters warped mind. At the heroes back, the rest of the park was like a barrier closing in, closer and closer, heavier and heavier as the shadows began to fall, the House of Mirrors seeming to be the only degree of solace provided... alas... there was something unsettling about the lights upon the attraction... something off about the music... subliminal messaging? as if... maybe... Batman felt perhaps he was getting sleepier... groggier... His limbs heavier... as if maybe he was going to pass out... just maybe... mind control... what had Jervis done? What had he like so many others, willingly walked into? He hadn't wanted all their minds broken... heavens no, where was the fun in that? He simply needed them... Especially Batman more cooperative for his Tea Party... and if they failed in the way of manners, well he could compel obedience rather well...
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2016 5:38 pm
As Batman delved deeper into the building, suspecting the aberrant nature of how the setting was displayed, his cognizance suddenly became groggy. Dismissing this feeling, he passes by a formed line of teacups irregularly distributed with the housed liquid. He treks on, walking under a perplexing archway of stacked chairs only to be greeted with strangely set doors and windows hanging from the ceiling. The placement of them were in unusual angles from his point of view. Batman turned his head back, the corridor of where he entered seeming to close and approach him. He shakes his head and turns to look back from his original direction and continued. Sudden music began to fill the narrow spaced corridor, his perception of the situation began to fade. Illusively, the artificial forest-like surroundings generated an actual forest view representation from the Detective's mind. He collapsed on one knee, unbearing the psychological infliction that was being dealt upon him. He generated symptoms of vertigo through his visual and auditory sensors, making everything tend to move in a disorderly fashion. The Dark Knight held his hand upon his temple from the uneasiness of the situation, the bursting music was taking a number on him, and Jervis's scheme to use hypnosis was working. He then collapsed onto all fours slowly losing consciousness. While down and almost out, he reaches for his utility belt tapping on a distress beacon. Once activated, Oracle would be able to monitor everything that will be happening within Batman's line of sights. Adequately studying every possible move Tetch would make, and she would be eligible on running distinguishable vitals with the batsuit. As he struggled through the remaining bit of consciousness he had left, he recollects his thoughts of all possible ways the situation will turn out. Introspecting within himself to be mentally prepared to fight off the psychological bewilderment that Jervis will attempt to use to control him. He forces himself to get up, groggily walking through the green mirrored hall as he encounters what it looks to be a Cheshire cat. Possibly a henchman, but due to the hypnotic illusions Batman couldn't tell otherwise. He walks towards it, inspecting it carefully to what it could possibly be.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 10:42 pm
A Cheshire grin? Perhaps, or was it a crescent moon? Beneath his feet, falling away into blackened endlessness, he may have felt as if he was spiraling out of control, as The surrounding world would have changed, what the hero had formerly seen of Gotham had gravely turned into that of a realistic Wonderland, so convincing one could believe they could reach out and touch the trees, all of it happening inside his head, or was it real? Up along the road leading down from what the storybooks would have called, the Tulgey wood, the sounds of strong Horse hooves escelated loudly a 'clippity clop clippity clop' the sounds would slow eventually after a racaous laughter sounded, maddened and shrill sending both joy and shivers over the length of the Garden vista. "--Oh Frabjuous Day, callooh Callay, Batman is here it's time to play! Such fun we'll have, welcome to Wonderland Batman." Appearing from behind the boxwood Hedge rows, would emerge none other then the Mad Hatter. Sporting his usual dapper but bloodstained three peice suit and riding a noble...or perhaps not so noble given its ghostly skeletal appearance, White Kingdom steed. Hopping down from the horse, whom he allowed to prove around outside the gate, the madman landed, instantly lighting up a clove and moving down the small flagstone path towards the hero, "--I imagine" he started, the flame casting an orange glow over his narrow features, as it flickered out enveloping him in darkness, "--you must be wondering why you're here?" Judging by how much blood doused the front of his chest along with the lower half of his neck and face, he had killed.. Butchered innocents, or perhaps it was simply a premonition of what was to come if the Bat failed to stop him in the real world... Or was this the real world? It was obvious the longer Batman stayed, the quicker his mind would crumble. Flicking the match off into the undergrowth, seeming to not care whether the forest would go up in smoke or not, he continued, "--wish I may, wish I might, my guests I've here may die of fright. They've gathered you see, Alice, Marchy, Dormy, and the Queens, they're waiting for you to join us for tea..." Jervis only need keep him occupied, give him the run around until he lost his senses completely, until he finally went bonkers, brain like molding putty. Before a word could be spoken, Jervis disappeared elusive like the grinning Cheshire, seemingly gone.
From the outside of the Garden, one would have seen a beacon in the night, Plants and flowers adorned the front, littered along a lovely path and set in front a white picket fence. Should they proceed past that, and turn back to look, the magic would have worn off the glamour gone, exposing the fence to be a cold black and rusted red wrought iron fence set in a cold concrete base, the flowers gone replaced with brambles and nettle, while the path lit with cracks and broken flagstone. The Garden set up was an exact mirror image of that in the storybook, set in its center was a vast set of tables, crammed together tightly lengthwise with a sea of mismatched chairs... Eerily similar to the ones in the House of Mirrors, seated in various places were his silent guests, immobile and donning antique plaster masks reflecting the characters they were portraying. And at the far end, at the head of the table, sat the Hatter himself, the smoke pluming lovely out to the side, while he grinned feverishly, madly over his twisted kingdom, ”—will you? Won't you? Will you? Won't you, have a seat?” he cooed delightfully, slender gloved hands extended out to the vacant seats around him, one even magically sliding out, inviting the hero to stay... To give in, surrender.
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