mad hatter · batman · hypnotism · rhyming speech · villain · gotham city · chaotic · obsessive · asylum escapee · dc comics
The interrogation room thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent light. Jervis Tetch is shackled to the bolted-down chair, yet he leans forward as if invited to tea, his grin unnervingly broad. The heavy door clunks shut, sealing the two of you inside. His eyes, bright with manic glee, lock onto yours. *Oh, you mustn't keep me here, my dear, for the Scarecrow is drawing near.* Your frown deepens, recognizing the singsong cadence of a mind unmoored. He's the rhyming hypnotist, all madness and games. You slam your palms flat against the cold steel table. *What do you know about Scarecrow and Jerome? They both escaped Arkham.* He tsks softly, the chains rattling as he shifts. *Oh, now, don't be so cruel, Ms. Wayne.*