Therapy

Therapy
"'You belong here.' Those were the last words that the Batman said to me. Honestly, I don't know what I did wrong. I loved. Is that my crime? I loved and cared for someone enough to be labeled 'crazy'? But love is crazy! Nothing but crazy. "

The group stared at him. Some scoffing, others were too drugged up to care. I, however, watched him. He was nervous and seemed quite shy. It took a lot to get him to open up. The doctors had to give him his top hat to make him talk. He seemed so uncomfortable next to the Joker. Couldn't blame him. If we 'Belonged here', Joker was the one that belonged the most. Out of all of us, he was the most well-known. The most… feared. Not for long. Gotham will definitely fear me more.

"Jonathan? Have you been listening?" I snapped my attention to the doctor. Pathetic excuse for a doctor if you ask me.

"Of course. Whether or not I pay attention is my choice." That man laughed. A cute little laugh. Odd.

I scowled "What is so funny?"

A huge grin appeared beneath that hat.

"How doth the crocodile improve his shining tail,

And pour the water of the Nile

On every golden scale.

How cheerfully he seems to grin,

How neatly spread his claws.

And welcome little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws."

We stared at him. "…What?" Riddler piped up.

"Mr. Tetch, contain yourself." The doctor warned.

"Are you the Crocodile, Jonathan? Or Mr. Caterpillar?" he laughed "Who aRe yoU?"

"JERVIS!" the doctor snapped as we sat confused.

'Did he call me… a caterpillar? What?'

The doctor spoke sternly "This is not Wonderland. You are here for help, at the Asylum. Wonderland is in your head."

The man, (Jervis was it?), pouted. Pouted. In a prison. 'Oh he won't last long here.'
"I'm called Scarecrow. Not Crocodile. Not Mr. Caterpillar. If you want a crocodile, I'm sure Killer Croc would be willing to talk to you. Hell, he will probably want you over for dinner."

Everyone laughed. Jervis looked around and laughed too.

"Sounds like quite the gentleman. Do you think he'd like tea?"

We were roaring with laughter.

"Oh God! My sides hurt!" Riddler gasped out, laughing with Joker.

"This couldn't be any funnier!"  Joker agreed. Even I had to laugh.

'How naïve could he get!?'

Jervis looked around, "Well, you're a happy bunch!"

"Oh hun, just how new are ya?" Harly laughed out.

He quirked his head "What do you mean Ms…."

"Call me Harly. Harly Quinn."

"Ms. Quinn then."

"Sweetie, Croc would actually eat ya. He does that ya know, eat people."

The doctor frowned at Harly "Urban myth."

"Yeah yeah, whateva. Anyway Jerv. Jonny's just pickin on ya. So what are ya called?" She quirked her head.

"Um.. Jervis Tetch?" he said confused.

Harly shook her head "No no no. Your street name. Jonny's called Scarecrow, Eddie's called Riddler, and my puddin here is Joker." She giggled and batted her eyes to Joker, who grinned his crazy grin.

Jervis thought for a moment. "I suppose you can call me the Mad Hatter."

The doctor proceeded to scold us about calling ourselves those names, being as that we are here for rehabilitation. Then she focused on talking to Jervis about his crime. How it was wrong to control another human beings mind. This caught my attention. It would seem that our new inmate had and interesting trick. We learned about him. An electronical genius, with a strange affinity for Alice in Wonderland. Not the weirdest thing we've heard about.

'So he deals with the mind as well.'

"You know, Hatter, I induce a person's worst fears." I said darkly.

He smiled, "Then I have nothing to worry about."

"Excuse me?"

He leaned back in his chair. "My worst fear is a reality." He sighed "Oh, would not, could not, would not, could not. Could not join the dance."