Jevis Tetch, better known as the Mad Hatter, sat in their cozy Gotham apartment, twirling a pocket watch between his fingers. His husband, Jonathan Crane, also known as Scarecrow, was perusing a travel brochure with a critical eye.

"Jonathan, my dear," Jevis began, glancing up from his pocket watch, "have you decided where our villainous vacation shall take us this year?"

Crane adjusted his glasses, his eyes flicking from the brochure to Jevis. "I was thinking somewhere less... predictable this time. Perhaps we could try something coastal? I hear the beaches in Europe are lovely this time of year."

Jevis's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, darling, that sounds positively delightful! Which country are you thinking?"

"France," Crane replied, tracing a finger over a picture of the French Riviera. "The scenery is stunning, and we could enjoy some fine wine and dine under the stars. Plus, the history of the region is quite... fascinating."

Jevis clapped his hands together, his enthusiasm infectious. "France it is! We can visit the quaint little towns, explore the châteaux, and maybe even take a boat out on the Mediterranean."

Crane smiled, leaning back in his chair. "And of course, we mustn't forget the local cuisine. Imagine the pastries, the cheese, the wine..."

"Ah, yes," Jevis sighed dreamily, "a true feast for the senses. And perhaps we could indulge in a bit of... recreational mischief? Nothing too dramatic, just enough to leave our mark."

Crane chuckled. "A little fear and madness in the air, just to remind them who we are. I think that could be arranged."

The couple spent the next hour plotting their escapades, their excitement growing with each passing moment. They imagined wandering the lavender fields of Provence, exploring the ancient streets of Nice, and strolling hand in hand along the Promenade des Anglais.

Jevis leaned over, planting a kiss on Crane's cheek. "This is going to be our best vacation yet, my love."

Crane smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "Indeed, Jevis. Together, we can make even the most tranquil place a bit more... interesting."

As they finalized their plans, the couple reveled in the anticipation of their upcoming adventure. For Jevis Tetch and Jonathan Crane, a vacation wasn't just a getaway—it was an opportunity to blend love, laughter, and a touch of chaos into the perfect trip.

And so, with their plans set and their bags soon to be packed, the Mad Hatter and Scarecrow prepared to bring a little bit of Gotham to the south of France.

The sun was just beginning to rise over the sparkling waters of the Mediterranean as Jevis Tetch and Jonathan Crane stepped off their private jet at Nice Côte d'Azur Airport. The cool morning breeze carried the salty scent of the sea, mingling with the perfume of blooming flowers.

Jevis stretched his arms, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Ah, Jonathan, can you feel it? The air here is so... invigorating!"

Crane adjusted his sunglasses, a rare smile playing at his lips. "Indeed, Jevis. It's quite a change from the usual smog of Gotham. I think we made the right choice."

Their first stop was a charming boutique hotel in the heart of Nice. The quaint establishment, with its ivy-covered façade and quaint balconies, offered a perfect blend of luxury and intimacy. After a swift check-in, they unpacked their bags, each filled with carefully chosen outfits and a few "special" items for their planned mischief.

"Shall we start our adventure with a stroll along the Promenade des Anglais?" Jevis suggested, donning a stylish hat that drew curious glances from other guests.

Crane nodded, slipping a small vial of his fear toxin into his pocket. "Yes, and perhaps we can visit the market afterward. I'd like to see what local produce they have."

The promenade was bustling with life. Couples strolled hand in hand, joggers passed by with rhythmic determination, and vendors sold their wares under colorful umbrellas. Jevis and Jonathan walked side by side, blending in seamlessly with the throng of tourists and locals.

As they approached a quaint café, Jevis's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Look at this place, Jonathan! Shall we stop for a coffee and croissant?"

Crane agreed, and they found a table with a view of the azure sea. As they sipped their drinks, Jevis couldn't help but engage the waiter in a lively conversation about the history of the area. Crane, meanwhile, discreetly observed the bustling crowd, his mind already scheming subtle ways to introduce a little harmless chaos.

Later, they wandered into the local market, a vibrant explosion of colors and scents. Jevis marveled at the fresh produce, exotic spices, and artisanal crafts. Crane, ever the scientist, found himself fascinated by the herbal remedies and potions offered by an old apothecary.

"Look at this, Jevis," Crane said, holding up a small bottle of lavender oil. "The calming properties of lavender are well-documented. Perhaps we should take some home."

Jevis nodded enthusiastically, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And perhaps we could mix it with a few of our own... enhancements."

As the day turned to dusk, they found themselves at a secluded beach. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting a magical glow over the water. They laid out a blanket and settled down, enjoying a picnic of local delicacies they had gathered throughout the day.

Jevis leaned against Crane, sighing contentedly. "This is perfect, Jonathan. Just you, me, and the sea."

Crane wrapped an arm around Jevis, gazing at the horizon. "Yes, Jevis. It's moments like these that make everything worthwhile."

As the stars began to twinkle overhead, they shared a quiet moment of peace, their hands intertwined. But even in this tranquility, they knew their vacation wouldn't be complete without a touch of their signature chaos.

The next morning, the residents of Nice woke to find a series of whimsical riddles scattered throughout the town, each leading to harmless but puzzling surprises. A local fountain now bubbled with colorful, non-toxic foam, and the market square was filled with the enchanting scent of lavender mixed with Jevis's own concoction, inducing bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

Jevis and Jonathan watched from their balcony, sipping their morning coffee as the town buzzed with curiosity and delight.

"Well done, my love," Crane said, raising his cup in a toast. "We've certainly left our mark."

Jevis giggled, clinking his cup against Crane's. "To many more adventures, Jonathan. This is just the beginning."

And so, their vacation continued, a blend of romance, mischief, and the beautiful chaos that only Jevis Tetch and Jonathan Crane could create.