Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the randomness of the story, should you call it a story. These are going to be series of one shots that may or not may be connected. A slice of life type of thing. It's late so I will probably be updating this if I see any glaring errors.

Jervis liked precious few things these days. What had once been his sanctuary was now a vile piece of filth. Something dirty. Something he had made disgusting and unclean. He ruined Wonderland. Violated the child's story that brought him joy and perhaps happiness. He could never go back to that place. As a child he had no friends but he had books. He had Alice.

As an adult he took the only woman he had loved. He striped away her freedom to think and love because she didn't understand that they were meant to be together. That's their reward for the trials of this life. To be together forever in Wonderland. That was his plan. All he had wanted was to be with his Alice and yet. His anger and malice killed the dream and he lost Wonderland. He lost the girl, the world and happiness.

The days at Arkham for the most part are so mundane that he can't keep track of the flow time. Does it exist in these walls? Vaguely the scientist inside of him would argue that silly thought but he hasn't listened to him in years. What good did it do him anyway?

The other Rouges he had been carted off with were of no interest to him nor did many of them care about him. He had a chess partner. Fantastic. He spoke so little these days. His doctors (he is one of the only Rogues who has had the same psychologist since he had been admitted).

"You're doing it again." Dr. Leland said with a sigh. She looked at Tetch and his eyes were glazed over and his face off to the side, as if he was catching something behind.

"I beg you're pardon?" He blinked several times and tried to focus back to her.

"You often have this far away look in your eyes. Is something bothering you? I've noticed you're distancing yourself. You haven't participated in recreational activities for weeks. You've earned that reward. You should accept it. You like playing chess, correct?"

"These are several separate issues." He kept his low and tried to sound apathetic. Leland didn't buy into it and sighed.

"I apologize. I let myself get carried away. Is there something you would like to discuss? Let's start with, why are you not taking part in those activities?

"I lost interest, to put it simply." He was looking to the side again. Joan resisted the urge to stand in front of him and clap her hands together. He was always looking off in the distance. Boredom? Longing for something?

"Are there any activities you wish that were offered?"

He said nothing and continued to stare off.

"Jervis-"

"She got married today. To him." His eyes narrowed and turned to a darker tint. Joan knew that look and the rant that would soon follow.

"How do you know they got married, Jervis? Have you kept contact?" She knew for a fact that Alice had no desire in reconnecting with him.

"Him." He snorted bitterly. He clenched his fists tightly. He could feel those little half moon marks start to form and pressed his nails in deeper.

"Jervis-" Joan looked at his hands and bent forward to reach out to him, to comfort him. She did like him. He was one of the kinder inmates.

"He sent me an announcement." He reached into his pocket and held it out.

"Perhaps it was," To show you-Joan couldn't finish the thought and the sentence left the world. Jervis had his attention on the card in his hands. His fingers traced over the words and he crumpled it.

"She chose this." He let the crumpled envelope and covered his face with his hands. Joan got up from her seat, picked up the envelope and unfolded it.

"Chose to marry someone else?" Jervis jerked his up and glared at her. Joan frowned.

"She chose this. Stupidity and to be unhappy and bored. I was ready. I was ready and willing her to give her everything."

"Wonderland?" Joan asked sadly. He shook his head.

"I destroyed that the day I took away her free will. I could have made her happy. We could have rebuilt it. She turned her back on that." He opened his mouth, wanting to continue but he quickly closed it. He looked down at the floor.

"Alice chose what made her happy." Joan waited for the backlash and the anger. Jervis said nothing for a moment and continued to glare at the ground.

"I couldn't make her happy. Not like that."His voice low and his eyes softened too. There were no more traces of malice or anger. Joan offered him her hand.

"I can't make her happy." He repeated. He looked at the offered hand and debating on whether to take the offer of peace. The burning in his chest increased. His eyes. He couldn't see from the blur and the pain of the salty liquid. He had made a promise long ago, that his purpose in this world..

"I failed."

He took the offered hand and Joan smiled.