Disclaimer: Mabel Johnson, Rebecca Thompson and Angela Nightingale are my characters. The rest belong to DC Comics.

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"Okay Mr. Tetch, you're all set. I have no idea how you managed to break your arm but a week in that splint and it'll be good as new."

The Mad Hatter had been apprehended during his latest scheme by Batman (which was how he broke his arm). Mabel gave Jervis painkillers and instructed him to take them as needed. He gave the nurse a tired smile and left the clinic with a security guard.

Mabel watched him go and sighed. The Mad Hatter was odd, but he was cute. Mabel just loved his sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She knew better to act on any feelings she had for him, though. She was a nurse and the Arkham owner's niece to boot.

Besides, she knew he preferred blondes.

Maybe if she dyed her hair . . . .

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The next day Jeremiah Arkham was sitting at his desk sipping a cup of coffee when his niece came into his office. He looked up and spat out his coffee all over the desk. "Mabel, what the hell did you do to your hair?!"

"I dyed it, of course! Do you like it?"

"Er, it's . . . . Different."

Mabel grinned and ran out of her uncle's office, leaving a confused Jeremiah. His niece was twenty eight years old and had always loved how her natural hair color.

Why the hell would she dye it blonde of all colors?

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Mabel had to walk through the Rogues Gallery to get to the clinic, but that was fine with her. She kept facing forward but watched the left side of the room out of the corner of her eyes.

Mabel had taken special care choosing an outfit to match her new hair color. She wore a blue and white dress with black heels and a black ribbon tied in her straight blonde hair. Her eyes finally matched her hair color and were a brighter blue than ever.

She ignored all the cat calls and wolf whistled the other inmates gave her. She wasn't trying to impress them.

Mabel thanked God (or whoever it was who watched over her) she'd decided to dye her hair, because the moment she passed Jervis Tetch's cell he looked up and Mabel had to stop herself from laughing when she saw how wide his eyes went.

Mabel smirked and kept walking. Hook, line and sinker, she thought.

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A/N: I know she has absolutely nothing to do with the story, but I like Mabel and I wanted to write more about her. My friend said she could be the next Harley Quinn, but I'm not sure whether or not she'd go that far to get a guy. She might though.

Don't ask me what I was thinking when I decided to write this because I have no idea.