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Awakening to Misfortune

Dark. Why is everything so dark? The last thing I remember is… Scarecrow. Scarecrow? Please, where are you? Answer me! I-I don't want to be alone. Not again.

I made an effort to begin moving my limbs but for some reason my body wouldn't respond. And everything was still completely dark, just like those nights I would spend alone when I was a young boy still living in Georgia. The only friend I truly had was Scarecrow. And that's how I would like to keep it, me and Scarecrow. No… no, Bruce Wayne and especially no Jervis Tetch.

Jervis twirled his hat on his finger while he had a smile plastered on his face. "Tell me, how did you and my little March Hare meet?"

March Hare? "Does it really matter?"

Jervis stopped twirling his hat and flipped it on his fingers to set it back on to his head. "Well, it would be interesting how little March Hare came about making friends. You see, Dormouse, my March Hare could never make friends, so I find it quite hard to believe that he could befriend anyone, let alone a louse such as yourself."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean a 'louse'?"

Jervis chuckled almost finding everything I said hilarious. "That is exactly what I mean. Hmm, let me think how should I explain it so that your maggot brain could be able to comprehend it?" Jervis placed one hand on his hip and kept the other on the side of his hat. "You're like a parasite, in this case, a louse. An external parasite of a bird also could be explained as an unpleasant, disagreeable person or undeserving of respect. March Hare and a Dormouse like yourself could never be able to come into terms with one another. But enough about you," Jervis took off his hat once more and began twirling it on his finger again, "tell me where my March Hare is and I promise no harm will come to you."

"You talk too much." With that said, I began running towards Jervis.

"Heh, fool."

I see a sharp blade heading straight at me and quickly I jump out of the way. I look down at my leg and could see that he got me from the sting I felt. I look up at Jervis and could tell that he's smiling as he chuckles away.

Jervis held his hand open to catch his hat once it makes a quick turn in the air like a boomerang only to turn back into a normal looking hat once it comes close enough to him. He catches it and looks down at the mysterious injured man. "Oh, dear, and here I was aiming for a more vital point. Don't worry; I'll get it right this time." He turns his torso a bit and with a flick of the wrist his hat turns into dangerous blades as it comes at me again.

I roll out of the way before the blades can do any more damage to any part of my body. The hat again returns to Jervis and he flicks his wrist once his hat lands on his hand. Not giving me enough time to dodge this time as it makes contact with my left arm. I cringe at the pain as both my leg and arm are completely spilling blood through my clothes.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is Jonathan Crane? If you tell me I won't slash you into pieces with my hat."

I hold my arm in an attempt to try to stop the bleeding and try to stand up. Once I'm standing on both my legs I scowl at the other man who has been enjoying this from the start. "What do you want from him?"

"Huh? What do I want? It's very simple what I want, and that of course is his most precious and valuable thing in the world: his notes."

"Why?"

Jervis shook his head in amusement. "My, my, aren't we full of questions my dear, Dormouse. But I guess I could entertain you seeing as you did take two slashes, I suppose I could answer this one last question. You see, a long time ago, the March Hare and the Hatter used to be what you could call mad friends."

Mad friends?

"We supported each other in whatever decision making the other made. It didn't matter if we were using rabbits as test subjects for our experiments. All that mattered was that the March Hare and the Hatter had their cup of tea at the end of the day. But," his voice got darker instead of his amused one he was using moments ago, "when the March Hare refused to help the Hatter on perfecting his mind control, said Hatter got angry. He got so angry that the damn March Hare injected him with one of his syringes, and the moment the Hatter regained consciousness the damn March Hare left with what little the Hatter had of his mind control notes. So, you see, said Hatter is only trying to regain what was once his, now do you understand, Dormouse?"

By the time Jervis stopped talking I already had made it about ten feet away from him and could see my motor cycle not too far away. "Yeah, you're insane and belong with the rest of the Arkham patients." I made a dash towards my bike and quickly got on it.

Jervis's eyes widen as he saw that he was tricked so that the mysterious man could have enough time to escape. "Darn Dormouse!" Jervis ran to catch up with the man and could tell that he was not going to make it in time. He then reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a vial, he opened it up and poured it on the edge of his hat. As soon as he saw the man on his bike, he began starting it and at that moment Jervis released his hat and threw it at his back.

To his delight and disappointment, the hat hit its target, but the man had already escaped from his sight as the bike rode off into the distance. Jervis stopped running and walked towards his hat which was settled on the floor, a smile on his face as he leaned down and grabbed his hat.

He wiped it off with his hand and looked to where he poured his vial on it. "I forgot to mention one slight detail. Not only did the March Hare and Hatter sipped tea together, but the Hatter was able to gain some hefty knowledge on a couple of chemicals thanks to said March Hare." He tipped his hat to where the man disappeared to. "Cheers to you, Jonathan Crane," laughter soon enveloping the night.

Damn, move. Move. Move!

I felt that I could slightly move my hand, if only a bit. I then began to see if I could move my foot and luckily I could move it. My hand soon felt around the warmth as I slid it from side to side, I then tested if I could clench my fist. When the task was accomplished I swelled up with joy in having to have movement in me. My next task was to finally see if I could open my eyes.

Slowly, but surely, my eyes were beginning to open up, I could see light coming through the small slit that my eyes were barely making, careful not to open them in a hurry. Once I got the hang of being able to control how much my eyes could open, I slid them back close. I closed my eyes tight, and when I felt ready, my whole world lit up as I fluttered my eyes from the strain the light was causing them.

My vision was a completely blurry since my glasses were absent at the moment. I licked my dry lips and tried to make out where I was, surely I wasn't in Arkham. They didn't have the least comfortable bed as the one that I was laying on and they didn't have at least as many decorations over there like the ones in the room.

But for now it didn't matter where I was, I was just happy with knowing that I was not in Arkham and that I could finally be able to see and move part of my limbs. Now, all I had to worry about was to be able to gain enough movement and I could be up and running again. As for what happened to bring me into this condition is still a blur to me, almost everything is a blur. I shut my eyes close and try to relax a bit more. And then, I hear a familiar shout.

"Master Wayne, what happened to you?"

Bruce!

A/N: Yes! Finally chapter 27 is complete! Sorry for late update, I got sick and still recovering from the evil flu that struck me while my mother came over with her own flu symptoms.

1 .What do you think of the little back story of Jervis and Jonathan? I know that from the Batman: Animated Series that they are friends and I decided to incorporate that in here. They'll be more about past Jervis and Crane days in later chapters.

2 . Jervis called Bruce "Dormouse" and I know you're wondering why that. Well, apparently both the Hatter and March Hare mistreat the Dormouse, another member of the tea party between the Hatter and March Hare, and since that also applies here with Jervis wanting to kick his ass and such and the Scarecrow still holding a grudge against Bruce, I thought it would suit him in Jervis's freaky fantasies.

3 . Jonathan is finally awoken in this chapter so that's something to look forward to, especially since he has some history with Jervis that was left in bad terms. And now Bruce seems to be caught in the middle of the whole charade.

4 . Jervis is also familiar with chemicals such as Jonathan except not as much as him since he's more interested in mind control and the control of will. But he did pick up some pointers from Jonathan who is an expert in chemicals; now let's see what became of the poor billionaire in the next chapter!

5 . Hope this chapter meat your standards! Please tell me if it was good, bad, not interesting, boring…

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