#fear-and-control

The Dormouse pulled Crowne back as she raised a finger to her lips before pointing at a security guard patrolling the halls that just came around the corner. 

--- “Window shopping is fine. When you go through almost three-quarters of a bottle of my perfume to draw to the conclusion that it’s too expensive, when the price was there the entire time, then I feel like I have a right to get a bit irritable.” Each word was annunciated with a particular spite as leaned his elbows against the desk once more, ensuring he caused no further smears to the freshly-polished surface. It was a slow day in the shop, it was a hot day in the shop, and Jonathan was loitering in the corner of his shop for a majority of the ordeal. The man seemed to want something, but unfortunately, tourists kept evading any conversation.

Up until this moment, that is.

@fear-and-control

Evidently, Harriet learned nothing from her encounter with The Scarecrow. In fact, it only led her to more trouble. Meeting a rogue in person only made her more curious about her father, her real father. He worked for these people after all, even if he hadn’t specifically worked Doctor Crane. If she couldn’t learn anything about her father from her own family, then she would just have to find out more on her own. 

That’s what brought Harriet to the warehouse of The Ciceros family. She had skipped school to investigate possible criminal hideouts. She gave up her lunch to some kid on the streets to learn about this warehouse. She was rather proud of herself at first, but when she actually somehow managed to sneak inside she didn’t really know what to do next.

“Fuck...now what...?”

It was a late Sunday evening when Jervis Tetch returned back from visiting Selina Kyle. He had been seeing Catwoman a lot more ever since Cheshire joined his little party. He had forgotten how much work caring for a kitten was, so he appreciated having a little help. It was amazing how much the tiny little thing had grown in the past couple of weeks. He had only gone out for about an hour to stock up on cat food and other supplies, he had planned it to be a quiet Sunday night. 

“Chesh, I’m back!” Jervis called behind a rather large bag of various basic cat necessities. A bag he dropped with a start after seeing just who was playing with his precious pet. If he hadn’t of known better, he would have mistaken the tall and lanky figure in front of him as Jonathan Crane, but he very well knew the difference between his best friend and his other alter...

Scarecrow.

It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.