((A/N: Dear lord, I'm sorry this took so long. I had to do ERBs at school, and then I had a huge Latin issue, and some other crap… Gah… Anyway, here ya go- chapter three.
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F-E-A-R
By MorbidCheshire

Scarecrow's POV

Harley still hasn't returned to her cell. I wonder what she's experiencing now? My fear toxin must be extremely potent to keep her in the infirmary for this long. Magnificent.

I slip a capsule to Bolton as I pass. "Ivy," I hiss to him, glaring. "And get it right this time!" He smirks infuriatingly as he is led past me.

Onwards to group therapy, the least productive part of my day. Why the doctors here keep trying to 'cure' us is beyond me. After years of failure you'd think they'd learn, but no, I still have to commit hours of my time to this pointless exercise every day.

Well, it's not as if I have anything else to do.

Ivy's POV

I look up as I hear the door open. Crane is roughly shoved through the door by an orderly. He manages to trip over his own feet and falls into the room. The others snicker, of course, and Crane glares and rambles on about being Master of Fear. Again. This happens every day.

But I don't have time to gripe about that. I have work to do.

The therapist hasn't arrived yet and the orderlies have assumed we'd get along and left us alone. I stride over to Crane and slap him. Hard.

He yelps and stumbles, glowering at me. "What was THAT for!"

"What did you do to Harley?"

"Her hallucinations are figments of her own mind. I had nothing to do with it." He's fidgeting. Obviously lying.

"Crane, if you don't tell me exactly what you did to her and how, I will feed you to my plants. One bite at a time."

"Ivy, I do not respond well to threats," he hisses, sneering at me. "I must insist you cease this ridiculous tangent- or it might be very dangerous to your health." He brushes past me with an arrogant smirk and Jervis Tetch engages him in conversation. The therapist enters the room before I can strangle him.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

Hatter's POV

Ah, what a beautiful day outside. Alas, we must be confined in these dank dungeons as though we were nothing more than lowly Jabberwocks. And we don't even get any tea! Bah!

The brutish guards lead me into the large room that serves as the group therapy area. They quite resemble Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, which provides me with a bit of amusement. Heh.

Jonathan is rambling about being the Master of Fear as I enter. Nothing I haven't heard before. What I wouldn't give for one of my chips to shut him up…

Oh, what's this? It seems Crane and miss Isely have gotten into a dispute. This is an intriguing development.

"What did you do to Harley?"

So Crane is the source of Harley's breakdown! AHA! But I'm sure I heard something about me that night. Hmmmm.

"Excuse me, Crane, but did I hear you mentioning me the other night?" A casual remark. Hopefully I'll uncover something.

"Of course not, Tetch. Unlike you, I'm not an insufferable gossip."

Hmph! When I get my microchips…

((A/N: Ahh, end of chapter. I can't write any more. –sigh- Goodness, Hatter is difficult to write for. Please review, my loyal minions. I mean fans. Heh! xD))