After being foiled once more and sent to Arkham, Hatter was behaving…somewhat. By Arkham’s standards he was behaving incredibly well. Being somewhat less violent, not threatening the staff, throwing less tantrums.

He had been behaving so well they even let him have his hat back. Yes, they checked it seven tall times for all tech before they gave it. No way the staff would risk him mind controlling people again.

And, since he had been behaving so well, Hatter was allowed to have visitors. He had been told that someone put their name down to visit him, and he was obviously confused. Who would come visit him?

Turned out some people volunteered to see the patients at Arkham. Come talk to them, hang out with them, try and make them feel better. Nobel, sure. And maybe Hatter could finally have a friend?

Hatter was sat in the visiting area, fiddling with his sleeves and hat as he waited. When he heard footsteps approach, he instantly looked up with a grin.

“Your hair wants cutting.”

He stated, quoting the Mad Hatters greeting from the book exactly.