Ring
Alice didn't keep Billy's ring, but she couldn't bear to sell it or pawn it—eventually, she secretly slipped it into the cup of a beggar on Dodo Avenue.
Hero
Jervis was fairly certain that he wasn't a prince of any caliber, but princes were brutes anyway…if it pleased Alice, he would assume the role of Rumpelstiltskin, if he could only have her love in return for his services.
Memory
After Jervis had been himself long enough to reject any memory of a life not built with teacups and cemented with smoke rings, he held onto Alice—she was part of the fairytale as well, after all.
Box
All the personal objects from his office fit in a small box under her desk, and that thought made Alice cry.
Run
Years went by before Alice realized that she hadn't stopped running since that night she tried to pull away from him, so her New Year's resolution became to give up jogging.
Hurricane
Jervis always felt a hurricane boiling in his blood whenever he saw Alice smile at him, a shockwave of electricity that begged him to do something dangerous and downright mad, and it took him several minutes alone in his office before he'd be able to emerge with clear skies again.
Wings
No angel of his would have clipped wings, he decided, the pain of a thorn in his palm as his rose showed him the ring.
Cold
On cold nights, Alice would go through every sweater she owned, only to come back to the same conclusion every time: nothing warmed one up like a nice cozy hat…ter.
Red
Pomegranate red, fire engine red, blood red, wine red, really red, dark red, red velvet, red satin, rust red, kiss-me-touch-me-strawberry-apple-candy-cherry red; Edith had a long list of lipsticks that she believed would look good on Alice, but even all the cosmetic arts could not wipe away the vaguely panicked look on the blonde's face whenever she glossed the sticky stuff on.
Drink
The cup of tea was the most civilized moment of Jervis' day…even Dr. Cates' rants were wiped away in the oblivion of a fine cup of Earl Grey.
Midnight
Alice lay in bed and watched the Bat Signal click off, unable to sleep and unwilling to lose herself to peace on such a night.
Temptation
Jervis swallowed thickly as he watched Alice walk down the hall with Arianna, or more specifically, watched the sway of the blonde woman's hips—why did she insist on torturing him this way?
View
"Come on!" she said, tripping along the stepping stones and leading him through the moss by his hand; abruptly she stopped and pointed up, and he could see through the sunny, verdant canopy of trees a slice of pure blue sky—no wonder this was her favorite spot in Gotham.
Music
Jervis had always been a quiet creature, from his very earliest moments, but while this particular trait made him invisible to most people, Alice only saw it as a reason to draw him out into the light and sound of her world.
Silk
Alice smiled a surreptitious smile of satisfaction, the smile of a well-pleased woman, as she went through her day with the secret rustle of pure silk beneath her boring office wear—some indulgences were more special than others.
Cover
Jervis legged it while Alice tried to look busy and harried, coming up with a cover story as Dr. Cates stormed down the hall towards them on a particularly slow day.
Promise
"Trust me," she pleaded, tears in her eyes as she held out her hands beseechingly—and as usual, he could not deny her.
Dream
He knew how ridiculous it was to wish for a life with Alice, a home and a hearth and even a family, but in Arkham there was very little else to do but dream.
Candle
Once, when the electricity kicked off in the middle of a snowstorm, she came into his office and they lighted a few emergency candles, and he could almost pretend he was worthy of her, as the candlelight softened his features.
Talent
Genius, she'd called him, more than once but never to his face—she knew he'd be embarrassed and brush it off, and she didn't want him to deny plain facts this time.
Silence
When he was gone, there was nothing left in her world but the roar of silence; he'd been such a quiet man, but his silence was never as oppressive as that of his absence.
Journey
Alice didn't know, that night, that what would come next was an adventure, one of many steps and many trials, full of choices that she would have to make alone…starting almost immediately.
Fire
Jervis was pure flame—silent, flickering, capable of great destruction or great warmth, graceful (in a strange way), tamed only by those who knew his nature very well.
Strength
Alice was just as he remembered—light as a feather—and even in his less than muscular state he had no trouble sweeping her off her feet and, laughing, into his arms.
Mask
For the sake of the others, she wore the mask: the mask of the righteously indignant victim, the mask of the token daughter and the token would-be bride, while inside she wept for her loss and coddled a broken heart unseen.
Ice
Alice was ice—steady, solid, beautiful and crystalline and glimmering, easily melted, and a slow, certain frost that captured your heart bit and piece before taking the whole.
Fall
She later thought it amusing that while she was wondering what it felt like to fall in love, she did.
Forgotten
Jervis, as the Mad Hatter, was not frequently lucid enough to fear much beside the Batman—but the one thing he did fear was being forgotten by his sweet dream-child, his Alice.
Dance
She forced him to dance, when he barely knew the steps, when he didn't recognize the music, when he wasn't sure he even wanted to; but sure enough, he found himself having fun.
Body
The slim line of her ankle, the flick of her wrist, the arc of her throat and the cheeky flash of a smooth knee under her skirt; Jervis vaguely felt as if he were being teased, and he couldn't find it within himself to not enjoy it.
Sacred
Certain things were sacred, Jervis believed, and one of them was Alice's virtue—his hands around the man's throat would remind the Arkham guard (who'd tauntingly called her a whore) of this sanctity.
Farewells
He never said goodbye, partly because he'd scared her too badly and she didn't want to come near him at that moment, and partly because a secret, stupid part of him hoped that this wasn't the end.
World
Alice sometimes wished he'd tell her about England—she'd never explored outside of Gotham, but she'd always wanted to see what the rest of the world was like.
Formal
Alice loved it when he called her his "dear"; from such a formal man, the gift of a familiar nickname was something to be treasured.
Fever
Madness was a fever, and like most fevers, when he came out of it, he never remembered exactly what he'd done.
Laugh
Jervis didn't laugh much—he was more the kind to chuckle softly or, more often, smile indulgently or wryly—and Alice took that as permission to find something to make it happen.
Lies
"Please stop," Alice said tiredly, putting a hand to her eyes, "I've heard enough tonight."
Forever
Even if she hurt him, even if he hurt her, she hoped they would never part ways permanently.
Overwhelmed
Jervis blinked as he exited his office for the first time that day and caught sight of and extremely agitated Alice buried in a massive amount of paper—perhaps it was time for a rescue.
Whisper
Arianna murmured in her ear, and, blushing, Alice shoved the laughing woman away.
Wait
He waited for her to lead, certain that she would be uncomfortable with his taking control, but after several moments realized that she was actually waiting for him to lead the dance.
Talk
They didn't usually need words—most of the time they could communicate with smiles and gestures…but eventually, it proved to not be enough.
Search
As he kissed her hand, Alice smiled, certain that she could look for the rest of her life and she'd never find another man like Jervis Tetch.
Hope
'Hope springs eternal,' Arianna thought as she watched them stand close together in quiet conversation at the end of the meeting.
Eclipse
He led her to the top of the roof and helped her shield her eyes and, with the help of the sun and the moon, stole her breath away.
Gravity
Standing in the waiting room of Arkham Asylum, Alice felt like a tiny moon, always revolving around and drawn back into his gravity…she couldn't find it within herself to resent the thought.
Highway
Arianna was the driver of the carpool, on the grounds that Alice daydreamed too much for them to survive a single trip.
Unknown
Alice had precisely the right combination of bravery and ignorance to jump into the unknown head first and the right amount of magnetism to make it irresistible to follow her, albeit protesting all the way.
Lock
If she didn't live in Gotham, Alice would the type of person who never locked her doors, Jervis thought as she came inside dripping wet, a small, emaciated kitten cradled in her arms.
Breathe
Without her, he was suffocating…without him, she trapped in a glass jar.
A/N: What can be said? I'm not inspired, but I am verbose.