Lewis Carroll ― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
He had his tongue partly out, curled up slightly as it stayed to the side of his lip. Focusing his deep maple gaze, upon the stripped newspaper configuration before him. He tilted his head from side to side; with his loose auburn curls scrunching to his face, to release with his movement and dance upon his shoulder again. All the while, his lengthy nimble fingers attended to his precious creation.
His handiwork was undoubtedly present, though the materials were lacking quite a bit. There was a small stack of newspapers laid before him, and a bucket of an odd mixture: glue, flower, and water; of which mocked the consistency of camel mucus. ‘Paste’ is what he was told lain before him.
Watching him work was something to be seen. Considering he didn’t seem phased by any of it, like that’s how he had made such things originally.
His brown orbs continued with deep concentration, as his delicate construction became more of a gentlemans formation. He made sure to keep all the pieces in their rightful places, and add extra glue upon the ends. Dunking his hand, or just a few fingers at times; into the paste, before returning again to the paper craft, before him.
Once the shape was then made, he stuffed some crinkled pages in the hollowed center, careful not to interfere with the delicately formed area. Flipping it then, right side up; he set it before him. Touching it up, here and there, as it dried slowly with in the air; attentively smoothing out spots that would crinkle, or applying glue to places that would lift or curl.
Then with his work finally completed and dry. He pulled the crinkled paper from the center, carful not to damage the surface made inside, and placed it atop his head with pride.
He then sat up straight, quite satisfied with himself; his hands were folded in front of him, and a smile cast like a cats mad grin.
He felt like himself once again.
after all,
how could one be a Hatter - without a hat of his own
…I’m beginning to realise that perhaps I shouldn’t be allowed to draw at this hour in the night. The brain seems to produce weird things. Ehm. :P
P.S I do love the comics with an unsettlingly serious Hatter though… Ok bye. Good day.
Can you imagine Bruce Wayne having the private residences of his various rogues tapped? Like he could log on to one and hear a live audio stream of their actions. Imagine:
Ivy quietly making soft ‘cooing’ noise to the various plants which she keeps in her home to nurture and for her protection. Sometimes Harley can also be picked up but she soon disappears after a few weeks or so.
Joker seemingly being aware that Batman has his home tapped and is happy to hold long provocative conversations in the hope that the Bat is listening at any given moment. Bruce hates it since Joker seems to have a sixth sense about when he is tuned in and uses it to his advantage to get under his skin.
Catwoman being the only other rogue who seems to be aware that Batman is listening to her but she is rarely home (and is intelligent enough to not discuss her business) so she uses it as an opportunity to flirt and give hints as to which expensive gifts she would not mind receiving.
Scarecrow’s line is pretty much silent most of the time since he tends to conduct experiments elsewhere but the occasional hummed lullaby can be heard along with mad cackling and it unsettles Bruce more than he is willing to let on.
Edward Nygma being, by far, the loudest of them all. Between the cacophony of creaking and grinding that his various electronic projects make as he constructs them and his incessant need to hear his own voice and practise riddles it can be very grating. Plus he sings. A lot.
The Mad Hatter seeming to have a habit of holding daily tea parties which are almost unintelligible as Tetch fully descends into the madness which has a great hold of him. Bruce can only hear the story of the Walrus and the Carpenter so many times.
Bruce having to force himself to check the feed assigned to Harvey Dent as there is always a chance that instead of picking up Two-Face barking instructions to his henchmen over the telephone, he may pick up pure silence only broken by the occasional sob of the man whom he was once best friends with.
@bloodorangesangria and I were discussing the latest chapter when I mentioned how Yumemi used to have Kawaru's hair! And look!
Even their hair clips match!
Hehe This just shows how long She's admired Kawaru and how dedicated she is to becoming like her. No wonder she was the first one to burst upon seeing her!
These chapters have definitely made me a huge fan of Yumemi Yumemite! Though her pigtails are still the cutest and best look for her!
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