When I lost my sister to those wretched cops, my life became a rabbit hole that did not lead to any splendid Wonderland. No, instead, I found myself lost in the Tulgey Woods of Gotham City, continuing work as a hypnotist to attempt to cover my tracks.
My first love, who happened to be named Alice just like my dear sister and even looked like her, was an easy distraction, enough to awaken the dormouse who resided in my tea. Unfortunately, Bill, that dreadful lizard, stole him for me. I had to take her back or even kill her first.
Then, came the Batman, who destroyed the looking glass. Curse him…once I have the chance, it'll be off with his head and I'll use that cowl as my new mind control device. Out, out! Off with the thoughts of the bat, off!
Enough ramblings though, back on the topic of my darling Alice (my sister, that is, not my first love or the girl I dated after her who called herself Red Alice), I dedicated everything to keeping her safe after our parents died.
Was it considered wrong that like the two girls named Alice I loved before, I had harbored the same feelings for my sister? Yes, it is viewed as disturbing, but she was my world before the commissioner and his captain, then detectives at the time, killed her.
Curse humanity's views…in Wonderland, it wouldn't have been that much of a problem. If she was still alive, we would've painted roses red like I do every other night before the Batman rudely interrupts and throws me back to the Queen's chopping block.
Sadly, those are just dreams of the past. Now, as I sit with my March Hare and White Rabbit in the middle of a quite mad tea party, all that matters is to bring Wonderland to Gotham, where I reign supreme!