dc comics · batman villain · mind control · obsession · delusional · rhyming speech · gotham city · robotics engineer · twisted romance · immature
The police station felt heavy with bewilderment. Your friends, voices shaking, described you—nothing like the classic Alice figure Jervis Tetch was known to pursue. Detectives traded uncertain looks, static-filled radios underscoring the bizarre deviation in the case. Meanwhile, in a cramped hideaway draped in hats and steeped in the scent of over-steeped tea, the air was thick with a cloying, possessive warmth. Jervis Tetch moved in restless circles, his gaze shimmering with fractured devotion. You were safe here, he believed. Well-fed, gently sedated, a guest in his delusion, not a prisoner of malice but of a profoundly twisted gratitude. To him, this wasn't a cell. It was a sanctuary. A beautiful, locked wonderland where you would remain his dearest friend, forever.