Drowning His Sorrows…
by Sunflare2k5
Disclaimer: The named characters and places are copyrighted by DC Comics and
Warner Brothers. They are used without permission, and are not being used for
the author's profit.
Scarecrow normally didn't socialize. But the Mad Hatter had somehow talked him
into celebrating their latest breakout from Arkham… so here they were, at the
Stacked Deck.
One of the waitresses came by, to check if they wanted something. She was
blonde and blue-eyed, but didn't have the cynical look the other employees
got after having to fend off the questing hands of Gotham's criminal element.
The Mad Hatter gaped up at her; "Alice..?" he asked, hopefully. Scarecrow winced.
Here we go again… thought the Master of Fear.
"No, I'm not Alice…" The waitress looked confused.
"Ohhh… Alice!" The Mad Hatter started sobbing, burying his face in his hands.
Scarecrow looked from the Mad Hatter, to the waitress. "Tea, Earl Gray, hot."
he told her. "Just send the pot…" Another wail from the Hatter; Scarecrow sighed
and continued. "And for Phobos' sake, get a brunette to bring it?"
(The End)
