Jervis hunched in the corner of the holding cell, adorning a ripe black eye given by the caped crusader himself a few hours prior. The jittery fellow babbled to himself, crooned rhymes spilling spitefully from his lips while he tugged on his handcuffs. He knew he had a few hours before he was hauled off to Arkham once more, and the cops had taken his hat.

Metal bars let out a clang as one of the GCPD officers slid the cell open, shoving another into the small space with Jervis, which piqued his interest immediately. A friend, perhaps.

"The Bat caught another?" The Hatter cocked his head to the side with avian curiosity, eyeing the cuffed person before him, "That pesky Bat took the Hat, as well. Didn't enjoy a trip to Wonderland, no, not one bit. Disgraceful."