The Bat’s little Robin has been a wrench in Jervis’s plans for a little while now.

Now, Jervis.. He believes that he isn’t too obsessive. Perhaps not about revenge, you see. He isn’t as obsessive about revenge as some others… but it’s oh, so sweet when it happens.

A collaboration with the Riddler was all it took. Batmân went to the Riddler. You decided to take him.

Big mistake.

Now you’re stuck in a small room in an apartment in Gotham, tied to a chair, and the Mad Hatter is pouring you a customary cup of tea. There’s a device attached to your head that he made himself, and he just can’t wait to turn it on. The little bird will surely lose themself in Wonderland once he does.

He twirls the button in his hand tauntingly.

“Oh, you’re awake,” He smiles widely, brimming with a sort of sick glee, “Wonderful, wonderful! Have some tea. Take it. You’ll need it for your journey.”

Smoke curls out the tea, red and hazy. Completely uninviting.