Its a shame you'll never know how much you've got to lose" ~Girl In A Coma

This whole Alice think is getting boring Jack. You know how I am when I get boooored. IT sang in his head as Jack was being escorted to the rec room. Shut up. He thought. When he got to the rec room a couple people were crowded around the small TV in the corner. One of the people looked up at Jack and waved him over. He made his way over to the group and looked at the TV. "- Laire Rivera, head therapist at Arkham Asylum, has been found after three weeks of being missing. She was found in an abandoned house. She is now at Gotham Central. In other news-" IT wanted to hear no more of this. IT grabbed the person who called him over and lifted him by his collar. "Why in the hell did you call me over here?" He snarled in the small man's face. The man pushed his glasses up his face nonchalantly. "I though you'd like to know since she is your doctor. Is she not?" Jack regained control when he spotted Alice out of the corner of his eye. "You haven't been back one day and you've already upset the most angry guy in the asylum. Do you have a death wish, Eddie?" Alice said as she approached the two. Jack set the man down as Alice leaned up and kissed his scar. The man straightened up and fixed his jumpsuit. The man was about the same height as Jack, if not shorter. He stuck out his hand. "Edward Nygma. At your service." Jack took his hand firmly. Limp noodle. IT said uninterestedly. "Jack Napier." Jack said. Edward fixed his glasses again and walked away. There's a strange one. IT said. Alice pulled Jack over to a table and sat down. "Christmas is eleven days away!" She squealed. Jack looked down sadly. Joy liked Christmas as well, huh? IT asked almost sympathetically. Christmas was her favorite time of year. She'd walk around singing 'It's beginning to smell a lot like Christ-mas!' till the day came. She acted more like a little sister than a twin around this time of year. Alice looked down at him and hugged him, not asking for and explanation. "You didn't do it, Jack. That joker in your head did." she whispered in his ear. IT perked up at this. Joker, huh? IT laughed. Fits me well, don't ya think, Jack? Jack scowled at IT. I have no time for you 'Joker'. He thought. "Mail call!" An inmate who just entered the room yelled. Alice let go of him and they both looked over at the person as they began to read names off of the envelope fronts. "Edward Nygma!" He bellowed. Eddie got up and walked over and plucked his envelope from the man's meaty fingers. "Alice Liddell." She got up and skipped over to the large man. She said something to him but they were too far from hearing range for Jack to hear them. The man read something else off of the envelope and passed it to Alice. She turned to Jack and looked down at the envelope again. Her face fell as the color drained. She moved quickly back to the table and gave the envelope to jack. "I don't wanna read it." She said crawling onto the table and laying down. "Read it for me..." She asked making herself small. He looked at her quizzically then down at what was in his hands. It only had her name, Arkham's address, and a stamp with a hat on it. He tore open the envelope and read aloud what it said.

"How dare you try and hide from me. And leaving such a question unanswered.
Very un-ladylike. It's fine though. Perfectly fine. Haigha and I will find you. Haigha is angry as well.
Along with Me and Dinah. We'll find you Alice. We've found you before,
We'll do it again.
~Hatta"

~~~~~Alice~~~~~

Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?

Is because Poe wrote on both?

No, Alice, try again

Do they both stand on sticks?

Nuh-uh

Because... there is a B in both and an N in neither.

Wrong again, Alice.

She looked up again frantic for an answer. "Why." She asked aloud. Jack looked up at her. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She asked. Jack cocked his head at her. "Why? Why is a raven like a writing desk! Why!" She shouted. Jack pulled her into his lap and shushed her. "But i have to know." She said tearing up. "I have to find out before they find me!" She told him shakily. "I told you Alice. I won't let them hurt you. Not Hatta or Haigha or Dinah or whoever it is after you." Her eyes darted frantically around the room. Jack came to check on her in the middle of the night, but she didn't mind she'd been writing out possible answers to the question. That question. That accursed question.

I know that this chapter took a turn from Batman to Alice in Wonderland but it'll make sense in the next chapter.