I do not know Batman, Batman: The Animated Series, nor Superman. I am simply borrowing the characters and manipulating them a bit. I know this is pretty short. It is just a short taste of something that I am currently working on.

Jervis wasn't all that interested in whomever the new inmate was. They had been bringing more and more people in and none of them where intriguing in the least.

What did catch his attention though was the reaction of the other inmates to whoever the guards were dragging along. Now his curiosity was caught and he pushed himself off of the bed and made his way to the door. He caught glimpses of blonde hair before a gasp left his mouth and his beloved book slipped from his fingers.

They were dragging along Alice Wayne. He would recognize the girl even if it had been a small number of years since he had last seen her. He frowned immediately, wondering what they could have possibly done to the poor girl. She looked weak, sick, and could barely stand up straight. That wasn't normal.

The guards were dragging her roughly along before tossing her carelessly into a cell across the hall and two down from his own. She made no move to get up off the floor, emitting a weak moan instead.

"What have you done with her?" He could feel anger welling up. This girl had always been kind, treated him with respect, and was highly intelligent. He had always enjoyed her company, and she had once saved him from that Jabberwocky. She didn't deserve this.
A shudder ran through her body.

"You know that one Jervis?" The voice belonged to none other than Jonathan Crane, who really could be considered his only friend, especially in Arkham.

"Yes.." If he hasn't know Jonathan as well as he did, he would not have recognized the ever so slight exasperated such that the lanky man gave.

"Who is she?"

"Why that is Alice..."

"Jervis.."

"Alice Wayne." Jonathan remained quiet for several moments. The poor girl, well now a woman really, managed to reach up and snatch the blanket off of the bed, barely. She was gasping and shaking as if she was in great pain. Her head turned just enough for Jervis to notice that the veins in her neck were visible and had an odd tint to them.
"They've done something horrible to her Jonathan."

"What on Earth could have happened to land her here? She is a Wayne after all." Jervis could imagine the slightly cocked eyebrow and analytical look on Cranes face. It was paining him to watch her suffer, he had to turn away. He remained quiet, not feeling like answering the question.

I woke up feeling awful. The cold of the concrete floor greeted me, the thin blanket I had managed to grab barely keeping out the chill. The last thing I remembered lucidly enough was them injection me with kryptonite that they had engineered to be in liquid form. I swore that I was dying when it had entered my veins. Weakly lifting my head up, I glanced around the cell that was now to be my home for the next few years. Small glints of green reached my eyes. It was enough to render me practically useless. I was capable of slowly struggling to my feet and maybe shuffle around if I conserved enough energy throughout the day.

Painfully I pushed myself to my feet, just catching myself from falling flat on my face, and shuffled over to the bed, coughing harshly as I did so. I wasn't use to this, wasn't use to feeling like I could fall to my knees and never get up again. Weak was not something that I liked.

I didn't realize that I had passed out until I woke to someone roughly shoving me off the bed. I landed, immediately issuing a grunt as I was reacquainted with the floor once more.

"Get up. No fancy butlers or wake up calls here Ms. Wayne." I growled, barely pushing myself to my hands and knees.

"That's not my name." He just laughed, making me want to tackle the man to the floor and beat his face. Unfortunately for me but fortunately for him, I was in no position to really carry out the thought. "I owe nothing to Wayne and I certainly don't owe him the privilege of sharing a surname." I received a kick to the gut that had me sputtering and gasping for air.

"Shut up. Lip won't be tolerated from you." I desperately wanted to fight back but with the kryptonite both surrounding me and in my blood, I knew that I could not do anything about the treatment. Holding my ribs, I pushed myself to my feet. "Now hold out your hands. Cuff up." I did as I was told, not in the mood to have more punishment dealt out to me. This particular guard was definitely going to be a casualty of my escape.

I walked in front of the man, his baton digging into the small of my back in a somewhat painful and all around annoying manner. I allowed myself to briefly scan each cell as we passed. The kryptonite not only affected me physically but I was nowhere near as sharp as I normally was. It felt as if my brain was in a fog, gears grinding at a creaking pace. As if I wasn't already frustrated enough with my lack of ability to do anything physically, now I would have to keep on guard more so than I was intending with this mental lag.

The first person to catch my eye was casually leaning against the wall on his bed with a thoroughly used and worn copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland siting in his hands.
That was a face that I would never forget even they tried to forcefully remove the memory. One Jervis Tetch, also known to many in Gotham as the Mad Hatter was a familiar sight and most definitely a one for sore eyes. I knew of most of the other people in the block that I was in through their various accolades in Gotham. It was like a pack of sharks who caught the scent of blood in the water, which was not all that surprising but I was in for a world of hurt without the ability to defend myself.

Jervis caught a glimpse of her as she passed, looking no better than she had last night. The poor woman seemed stuck with Brooks who none of the inmates were particularly fond of. He was known for his rough treatment of the inmates. He felt concerned over her appearance, how worn and weak she looked. He knew others would jump at the opportunity to harm her when that spotted that. His hands unconsciously tightened on his book, the idea not sitting well with him. If they only knew the true power that she possessed. But they could also know about whatever caused her weakness now, and could control her with that.
Shaking his head, he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind and refocus back on the familiar and comforting words of Carroll.

"Jervis?" The sound of Cranes voice broke the oh so rare silence of the asylum. Heaving a silent sigh so as to not aggregate Jonathan, Jervis pushed himself to his feet, leaving the book behind on the bed.

"Yes Jonathan?"

"Do you notice the green tint that her cell seems to have?" He looked towards the cell in question, having to press his face into the glass a considerable amount to do so. Nothing escaped Jonathan, that was certain.

"Yes, what of it?"

"None of our cells have that. What do you know that you are not letting on? Obviously they are drugging the woman with something to keep her weak, physically and mentally. It was cleared when she passed that a sharp mind had been dulled. It would be rude of you to keep information on our new companion to yourself." Jervis ran a hand through his now shaggy blonde hair, debating on how much information to give to the man next to him. He felt protective of Alice and didn't want to inadvertently cause her any harm.

"We will discuss this over our game of chess Jonathan." He did not want others to be listening too carefully to anything that he had to say. A part of his brain knew that she would need help protecting herself and the less people here knew, the better it was for her. Jonathan smartly remained quiet, realizing that at the moment he would get nothing out of the Englishman.