A/N: S/o to Harley Quinn, I think that's her name is on here. That Joker reference was for you, Sweetness! I don't own anything Alice in Wonderland related but I will definitely enjoy writing this spinoff for it. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, mmkay? Now... Fall down the Rabbit Hole with me.
"There is something about Wonderland..." Alice whispered to herself as she gazed up at the tall trees. Half the sky was way too bright and the other was way too dark. "Night and day at the same exact time? The sun over here," She pointed to the left, "and the moon over there" she pointed to right. "Curiouser and curiouser!" She exclaimed in dismay. Poor Alice was so utterly confused. "So many questions and things that have no answer, no way to be explained at all... Yet they exist." She glanced at the flowers which gave her belittling looks.
"Silly weed... Look at her stems... Look at her petals. She isn't pretty at all!" The flowers muttered under their breath. Alice stubbornly ignored them. She was used to their mean ways. Though they were beautiful, they did not speak as such. Harsh words came out of their mouths and rolled off their slick tongues as if it were the only way they knew how to speak. Alice stomped her foot down hard on a particularly pompous Poppy. It gave a shrill scream before it finally withered away.
"Hush you... You particularly pompous Poppy! You shouldn't be able to speak at all much less as rudely as you do." Alice said as she ground the flower into the dirt with her light blue slipper. Just as she was finishing she heard a rustle of movement in the leaves behind her. She froze into place, not wanting to look over her shoulder... But we all know how curious little Alice was, that's how she got to Wonderland in the first place! So we shouldn't expect that to change her next trip back. She slowly turned around, trying not to make much noise.
"Oh, Alice you should know by now that there are many questions that don't have answers. For example, why is a raven like a writing desk? How could the Joker possibly think his jokes are funny? Just why, exactly, is a hatter mad in the first place?" The Mad Hatter spoke as he came from behind a tree. He had a malicious grin and a sadistic glint in his eye.
"Welcome back, Alice."