Madam Chapelier
By: .92
A/N: I would just like to say that the Hatters appearance/looks in this story will be modeled after Jervis Tetch from 'Batman: The Animated Series'. He has the pale blonde hair and blue eyes and cute overbite. XD If you really want an accurate portrayal of what I envisioned he looked like while I thought this story up then go to and look up a certain DA artist named 'olafpriol' but without the commas. She's a bloody brilliant artist if I do so say myself! Go on then, shoo! ;D
A short ultra curvy blonde sat in the back of the faded yellow cab while the greasy cabby tried to smooth talk his way into getting her number. She rolled her eyes and considered pulling out her Smith & Wesson 36 Lady Smith Revolver she had hidden between her very generous breasts and shooting the creep right were he sat. But she didn't. Not because it was 'wrong' or anything stupid like that. She didn't shoot him because a) he was currently driving and if he crashed SHE would be hurt, and b) guns are loud and she didn't want any unnecessary attention drawn to her and her unregistered gun, and finally c) there was no way she was wasting even one bullet on a worthless cab driver, bullets are expensive after all! That being said, she internally swore that if he checked her out one more time in the rear view mirror she was going to shoot him right in the face, car crash be damned!
But before the oblivious cabby could inadvertently cause his own demise they arrived at her destination, the aptly named 'Nobody Inn'. Her cousin Bo lived in the loft above it and worked as a waitress/bartender in the Inn itself. She'd told her cousin years ago that she'd swing by her place in Gotham if her travels ever got her close enough. And so here she is, in one of the top ten worst places to live in the USA. Statistically Gotham has enough rapists, pedophiles, child pornographers, murderers, and general criminals to populate a small country. She really was a bit confused as to why her cousin would willingly live here but whatever. Bo always had a 'thing' for danger. She said the thrill and adrenaline she got from living in a place where she could be killed at any moment was 'fucking amazing'.
She quirked an eyebrow at her cousins...eccentricity, but she couldn't hold it against Bo or anything, especially when she thought of her own socially unacceptable little quirks. She'd learned long ago to never mention anything deemed odd or unusual about herself to others. The one time she'd talked with her mother about the things she liked her mother insisted there had to be something wrong with her and that very evening her mother scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist. Needless to say she never spoke in depth to her mother again. She never trusted her again either. The only people who never looked down on her after seeing what she was really like were her father, who died when she was small, and of course, Bo.
She thoughtlessly paid the cabby and slammed the door before he could ask for a date. After retrieving her stamp covered travel trunk and leather messenger bag she walked into the debilitated little inn. She got quite a few lusty looks from the men in the bar. And the few women in the bar gave her varying looks of hostility. Probably because they knew she could have any of their men at the drop of a hat. After all she had a curvy body, curly blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and a beautiful face. She was what men referred to as a 'brick house', she was built to please. It didn't even matter that she was shorter than average.
A flash of red caught her eye. There behind the bar was Bo with her back to the front entrance stacking clean glasses onto a shelf. Her tall thin, almost willowy super model figure had made her quite jealous when they were younger. But that was before when they were little girls. Back before she'd grown into her voluptuous figure. Now she was comfortable with herself, comfortable about every little thing about her. It probably helped that she had something Bo didn't. While Bo was a modest B cup she on the other hand was a staggering EE~ and every bit of it was natural. That only served to rub most girls she'd wanted to befriend in secondary school the wrong way. The jealous girls would spread hateful rumors about how she got breast implants and how she wasn't even a natural blonde.
Now she kind of understood the way they could get people to believe the lie about her breasts because when she hit puberty they sort of cropped up over night but most of these people had known her since she was a toddler and she'd been blonde then! It just didn't make any sense! But she supposed that just proved how imbecilic all of them really were. And really, those girls were just bent out of shape because she had a fabulous rack AND she was always top of their class. Jealous twats the lot of them! But then again not everyone can be as lucky as she is. She got the looks, the brains, and she could also charm the pants off of anyone. Male or female.
But incredible intelligence was quite common in the Donahue family. Well it was common. But now there are only a handful of the Donahue clan left, forced into nomadic travel. But it was far better than staying in France where everyone wanted their heads. And so here are the last two Donahue women, together in the same room together. You can usually be hard pressed to find two Donahue in the same country, let alone thirty or so feet from each other. So you can imagine Bo's immense surprise at seeing her short blonde cousin standing in the Nobody Inn's doorway, travel trunk at her feet, smile on her angelic face, and as beautiful as ever.
With a cry of shocked delight that startled all of the more sober patrons Bo jumped over the bar and tackled her tiny cousin into a large bear hug which was eagerly returned. The two young women stood there and embraced each other for what felt like forever. They pulled away and the shorter of the two asked if the taller could go on break so they could catch up. The taller smiled and replied that she was just finishing up right before this little 'surprise visit' happened so without further ado they both headed up to Bo's loft. They set down and had a cup of hot tea and cookies while laughing and reminiscing about the trouble they got into as children. Soon after the laughter had died down they both sat in a comfortable silence. Bo broke the peaceful quiet with a single soft sentence.
"It really is good to see you after nothing but sporadic phone calls, I missed you so much Aleese~."
TBC!
A/N: Phew~ Okay then! This is going to be my first Jervis/OC story. There will be some Crane/OC moments as well, can't leave him out now can we? Please tell me what you think! Read and review please! Love and cookies for you all! *huggles*
~The Mistress, XOXO