Disclaimer and Author's note: I do not own any of these characters besides
Harriet March. Alyce is Owned by Alyce Tetch and.yea. Based on Alyce's
Stories and Jervis Tetch. Tell me what you think!!!
"Let Go of me you imbeciles!! You Bastards!!" A woman's voice was heard from the end of the Asylum's hall. Jervis looked up from his copy of Alice in Wonderland that they had let him have, as did the rest of the hall. Four guards halfway drug the screaming woman. She looked of around twenty years of age with almost white blonde hair and fierce green eyes. She struggled from their grip, her straightjacket flailing around since the guards could not secure them. They threw her into the cell across from Jervis, she tried to attack them as they shut the door on her, and she fell to the ground in a heap. "Welcome to your new home Ms. March, try not to mess it up to much." Said one of the guards as they walked away. She looked to them as her thigh length hair fell over her face. She jumped and ran to the Plexiglas wall, jumping at it and hitting it, yelling and screaming. Jervis watched her struggle, unnerving at all the noise she made. The other inmates watched her struggle, like the rest of them struggled the first time. After a few hours of yelling and smashing against the Plexiglas wall, the woman fell against the back wall, crying silently and pulling her hair until she fell asleep.
The next morning as Jervis woke the woman stood walking around her cell. He felt calm as he looked to her, like she was am old friend. He stood and rose, stretching and walked to the Plexiglas wall. The woman immediately looked to him, her eyes piercing his soul. She walked up to the wall and placed her hands on it, looking at him questioningly. For a moment there was silence. Suddenly, the lights flashed and sirens went off like every morning. It was time for free time in the Rec. room. "Holy Fuck!" from a few cells away you could hear the Joker fall out of bed and swear up a storm, not an early riser. Slowly each inmate was escorted to the Rec. Room for free time. Jervis sat and watch, The Riddler came first, then came Two-Face, flipping his coin. Next came the elegant Pamela Isly, Poison Ivy. After her came the Joker, his stupid grin upon his face. Then the guards opened Jervis's door. "Your next Mr. Tetch." "Yes, yes, I'm coming." He quickly grabbed his book, his pride and joy and walked to the guards, they took each arm and began walking. Jervis looked back to see four guards walk to the woman's cell, she looked to him and he nodded. She looked to him and let them grab her and walk her to the Rec. Room.
Twenty guards surrounded the Rec. Room, well if you could call it that. It was just a huge room with white walls, a few tables, chairs and one T.V. Jervis looked around, Harley sat on the Joker's lap as they discussed matters with Poison Ivy, Two-Face, and the Riddler, others were scattered about and he found himself a table with just two chairs and began reading. The metal door of the Rec. Room opened and in stepped in the four guards with the woman. They released her and went over by the other guards, watching her every move. All went quiet in the room as she looked around, till she saw the only person she remembered, Jervis. He looked up from his book and watched her curiously as she walked to him. She didn't even ask as she sat down in the spare folding chair. The other inmates went back to there talking as the woman stared at Jervis' book. "I beg you pardon my dear," said Jervis as he set his book down and smiled his wicked grin, "I don't believe we've properly introduced, my name is Jervis Tetch. I don't believe I know your name." She cocked her head and for a moment there seemed to be silence. Then suddenly from her pale, delicate body came a strong English accent. "Harriet March." Was all she said as she looked to Jervis' book. "Harriet, well, that's a very interesting name Ms. March." He noticed she was looking at his book, his thin lips spread over his face in a smile. He spoke to her, "Do you like to read Ms. March?" "I don't know, I haven't read to many books since high school." She answered back, looking to the picture on the cover of the book. "Well Ms. March I-" "Harriet. I hate being called Ms. March, that's what the shrinks here call me and I hate it." Harriet retorted, she looked somewhat annoyed, her fierce green eyes seemed so angry, so confused. Jervis seemed to smile more, she was an interesting character all right, but could she be trusted? "So Harriet my friend, what have the brainless fools diagnose you with?" he ventured to ask, hoping to bring up some conversation. Harriet smiled wickedly as she spoke, her voice lined with laughter, "Well, they said I am extremely homicidal. I also have Merinthophobia, which is why I wouldn't let them tie my Straight jacket that the guards at Arkham were so kind to give me." She smiled up to Jervis. He nodded, "I see. Quite interesting Harriet, quite interesting indeed."
It seemed like forever they talked. Harriet was smiling and almost laughing as Jervis told her stories of past crimes. And of Batman. She observed that when Jervis spoke of him hatred surely followed. She to began to slowly hate this so called, Batman. She soon began to hate him with a passion. The whistle sounded and it was time to retire all inmates to their cells. Slowly, one-by-one, each was taken to their cells. Finally, it was Jervis' turn. Time to return to his dismal cell with nothing to console him. Nothing but the thought of his dear Alyce and his faithful book to console him. He suddenly looked to his new friend. She had never felt the pleasure of following the White Rabbit down to Wonderland. Never waited patiently for the Caterpillar to speak after quietly smoking his hookah. Never seen the Cheshire Cat grin, or hear the Queen of Hearts howl "Off with her head!" And she had never heard the Mock Turtle sob and sing the Lobster Quadrille. He looked into Harriet's faded green eyes and placed the book into her delicate hand. The look on her face showed her confusion. "Please dear child, read this miracle of a story. Take as long as you want." He smiled to her. Then whispered close to her ear, "And don't fuss over these simpletons, they're not worth it. You'll soon be out of here. I promise." She made no reply but simply nodded, as Jervis was lead out, his brain contemplating a scheme, not wasting time. Harriet was lead to her cell; Jervis appeared to be asleep as well as she could tell. She backed into the corner of her dismal cell. Behind the small bed with white sheets and an off white color pillowcase. She sat, legs hugged against her body as she looked to the book. She gingerly opened the book to the first page of the story:
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank...
"Let Go of me you imbeciles!! You Bastards!!" A woman's voice was heard from the end of the Asylum's hall. Jervis looked up from his copy of Alice in Wonderland that they had let him have, as did the rest of the hall. Four guards halfway drug the screaming woman. She looked of around twenty years of age with almost white blonde hair and fierce green eyes. She struggled from their grip, her straightjacket flailing around since the guards could not secure them. They threw her into the cell across from Jervis, she tried to attack them as they shut the door on her, and she fell to the ground in a heap. "Welcome to your new home Ms. March, try not to mess it up to much." Said one of the guards as they walked away. She looked to them as her thigh length hair fell over her face. She jumped and ran to the Plexiglas wall, jumping at it and hitting it, yelling and screaming. Jervis watched her struggle, unnerving at all the noise she made. The other inmates watched her struggle, like the rest of them struggled the first time. After a few hours of yelling and smashing against the Plexiglas wall, the woman fell against the back wall, crying silently and pulling her hair until she fell asleep.
The next morning as Jervis woke the woman stood walking around her cell. He felt calm as he looked to her, like she was am old friend. He stood and rose, stretching and walked to the Plexiglas wall. The woman immediately looked to him, her eyes piercing his soul. She walked up to the wall and placed her hands on it, looking at him questioningly. For a moment there was silence. Suddenly, the lights flashed and sirens went off like every morning. It was time for free time in the Rec. room. "Holy Fuck!" from a few cells away you could hear the Joker fall out of bed and swear up a storm, not an early riser. Slowly each inmate was escorted to the Rec. Room for free time. Jervis sat and watch, The Riddler came first, then came Two-Face, flipping his coin. Next came the elegant Pamela Isly, Poison Ivy. After her came the Joker, his stupid grin upon his face. Then the guards opened Jervis's door. "Your next Mr. Tetch." "Yes, yes, I'm coming." He quickly grabbed his book, his pride and joy and walked to the guards, they took each arm and began walking. Jervis looked back to see four guards walk to the woman's cell, she looked to him and he nodded. She looked to him and let them grab her and walk her to the Rec. Room.
Twenty guards surrounded the Rec. Room, well if you could call it that. It was just a huge room with white walls, a few tables, chairs and one T.V. Jervis looked around, Harley sat on the Joker's lap as they discussed matters with Poison Ivy, Two-Face, and the Riddler, others were scattered about and he found himself a table with just two chairs and began reading. The metal door of the Rec. Room opened and in stepped in the four guards with the woman. They released her and went over by the other guards, watching her every move. All went quiet in the room as she looked around, till she saw the only person she remembered, Jervis. He looked up from his book and watched her curiously as she walked to him. She didn't even ask as she sat down in the spare folding chair. The other inmates went back to there talking as the woman stared at Jervis' book. "I beg you pardon my dear," said Jervis as he set his book down and smiled his wicked grin, "I don't believe we've properly introduced, my name is Jervis Tetch. I don't believe I know your name." She cocked her head and for a moment there seemed to be silence. Then suddenly from her pale, delicate body came a strong English accent. "Harriet March." Was all she said as she looked to Jervis' book. "Harriet, well, that's a very interesting name Ms. March." He noticed she was looking at his book, his thin lips spread over his face in a smile. He spoke to her, "Do you like to read Ms. March?" "I don't know, I haven't read to many books since high school." She answered back, looking to the picture on the cover of the book. "Well Ms. March I-" "Harriet. I hate being called Ms. March, that's what the shrinks here call me and I hate it." Harriet retorted, she looked somewhat annoyed, her fierce green eyes seemed so angry, so confused. Jervis seemed to smile more, she was an interesting character all right, but could she be trusted? "So Harriet my friend, what have the brainless fools diagnose you with?" he ventured to ask, hoping to bring up some conversation. Harriet smiled wickedly as she spoke, her voice lined with laughter, "Well, they said I am extremely homicidal. I also have Merinthophobia, which is why I wouldn't let them tie my Straight jacket that the guards at Arkham were so kind to give me." She smiled up to Jervis. He nodded, "I see. Quite interesting Harriet, quite interesting indeed."
It seemed like forever they talked. Harriet was smiling and almost laughing as Jervis told her stories of past crimes. And of Batman. She observed that when Jervis spoke of him hatred surely followed. She to began to slowly hate this so called, Batman. She soon began to hate him with a passion. The whistle sounded and it was time to retire all inmates to their cells. Slowly, one-by-one, each was taken to their cells. Finally, it was Jervis' turn. Time to return to his dismal cell with nothing to console him. Nothing but the thought of his dear Alyce and his faithful book to console him. He suddenly looked to his new friend. She had never felt the pleasure of following the White Rabbit down to Wonderland. Never waited patiently for the Caterpillar to speak after quietly smoking his hookah. Never seen the Cheshire Cat grin, or hear the Queen of Hearts howl "Off with her head!" And she had never heard the Mock Turtle sob and sing the Lobster Quadrille. He looked into Harriet's faded green eyes and placed the book into her delicate hand. The look on her face showed her confusion. "Please dear child, read this miracle of a story. Take as long as you want." He smiled to her. Then whispered close to her ear, "And don't fuss over these simpletons, they're not worth it. You'll soon be out of here. I promise." She made no reply but simply nodded, as Jervis was lead out, his brain contemplating a scheme, not wasting time. Harriet was lead to her cell; Jervis appeared to be asleep as well as she could tell. She backed into the corner of her dismal cell. Behind the small bed with white sheets and an off white color pillowcase. She sat, legs hugged against her body as she looked to the book. She gingerly opened the book to the first page of the story:
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank...