Walking into the dark room. Only two figures are visible in the shadow. The Mad Hatter enters with a spin, he’s so exited. You can just tell.

“Are you ready to party hardy! Yeya!”

“whu-whu-what are you going to do to me!?”

“we’re just ganna have some FUN…ODDLES OF IT! ODDLES of NOODLES!”

“you’re crazy aren’t you?”

Nothing was said. The Mad Hatter didn’t even look at her. He just walked over to the unlit portion of the room. He must know everything by heart. He spends quite a bit of time there. No noise. Utter silence. Nothing moves and nothing stirs. The only thing that keeps the poor Alice Knight company, is her lump in her throat that’s choking her slowly. Her breath heaving and sighing uncontrollably.

“ah-HA! ‘bout time I found you! I missed you! My little baby… I’ve had you from the start haven’t I, my little booboo…”

He comes out of the of the darkness without the original top hat and in it’s place an ICP beanie.

“Ya like it? I’ve had this since I was just a size 1 an’ a half… I love heem!”

“what’s wrong with you?”

“SEVERAL THINGS! HAHA! Funny joke, huh? O.K…I’m going to answer a lot of questions your probably asking yourself right now… first: why am I so good looking? I don’t know really, heh-heh… second: why are you here? You’re here because I get excruciatingly bored sometimes… and third: what am I going to do to you? Well my dear lady, you’re here to cure my boredom! HA! HA! HA!”

He reaches down and clutches her shirt collar.

“I’m also going to show you a few things too!”

With that, he rips off her shirt to reveal the loosely fitting bra that obviously was too big for her.

“Hahahah! I think someone’s trying to grow up a little too fast there!”

and he reaches behind her back and unsnaps the strap.

You see, the wonderful thing about children is, not that there aren’t so many wonders beyond count, but it’s there body. An older woman, say my age: 6:00 years old, has had time to break. To bend. To folly”

And he removes the bra revealing her lack luster, none-existent breasts.

“see, you’re young. You haven’t had time to take on the damage of age. You’re untainted. Un-heavied by the weight of life. Well I need to lift that weight off myself every once in a while.”

And he reaches down and rips off part of the dress revealing her left leg and her pink Hello Kitty underwear.

“but we’re all children at heart, ain’t we?”

With a massive grin that only he could make, he starts to work under the strap caressing the skin.
“I love this part…”

“STOP! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

“Ah, but that’s the thing isn’t it? I want you to do NOTHING!!!!! HAHAHAHA! NOW HOLD STILL, YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

And he reaches and licks the side of her face and gentle move his tongue down to caress chest and drools the whole way down. She can’t stop shivering.

“wait! Uhm… I… uh… ah-ha! Um… you know, I can admire a man like you.”

“o.r.l.y.!?”

“what?… oh yes!,” her mood changes to a sexier tone, “I think we can make each other very happy… together…”

“you’re a VERY smart 12-year-old… I like you… I like you ALOT!”

“let me go,” she leans forward to his ear and whispers, “and we can make the whole world a wonderland… just for you… and me…”

“hmmm…” his smile only grows.

“untie me please, these ropes take away from… my pleasure…”

She’s milking it for all she’s got and the Mad Hatter is eating it up. He starts hopping up and down like a spring.

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! That’s so darling! Ah, my dear Alice, you are QUIT the piece of work!”

“Hatty… I don’t wanna be the poo-y old queen of hearts. I wanna be the Mad
Hatress, darling. Pretty please?”

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!! That’s so cute! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!”

He reaches to undo the knots and she stands up and uses her hand to cover her chest. He reaches his hand to her underwear and feels thru the fabric.

“We can play again another day.”

She stops moving. Practically paralyzed. Her face turned beat red. But she shrugs it off.

“of coarse, dear.”

A tenement in lower Gotham.

There’s a room full of school desks, each with someone I them. All of them have needle holes in their bodies and they were all strapped tight and bonded in place. All of them with tattoos on there left shoulder of playing cards. They’re all passed out except for one in the back that was fighting as hard as he could but was being force-fed a syringe by the Mad Hatter (in the original top hat).

“take it bitch!”

“GET--- AWAY!----UGH! AAHH!”

“TAKE IN THE ASS! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!”

“get the fuck away from me!”

The needle goes in and he lulls into a daze. The Mad hatter goes to the front of the ‘class’ and turns on a little stereo and walks out. The stereo begins to play:

“you LOVE the Mad Hatter! You love him So much! You want to do everything he says and then more! If he told you to die you would do it! And you would know that you would all go to (insert your personal afterlife here). Anything and everything he says is law! You hate normal people with a passion and will serve the Mad Hatter in our war against them! You are not alone and never will be! STROODLES!”

The Mad Hatter walks up the stairs of his basement stomping each one along the way.

“GET ME THAT GODDAMN BITCH! NOW!”

He reaches the top of the stairs and screams again.

“I SAID NOW YOU LAZY FUCKS!”

He opens the door to a different yet equally gross mirror-scattered apartment and all the playing card men scatter. And the Mad Hatter paces.

“not one of you can do a simple thing can you?” he walks up to some of them huddled in the corner, “a simple little task: get me the girl. But noooooooooooooooooooo… YOU can’t seem to do that. Can you? Well I’ll let you guys in on something. I’LL TELL YOU ALL SOMETHING YOU LITTLE SHITS!… I think a failure like that deserves a drink…”

And he pulls a glass bottle out of his pocket and throws it to the card in front.

“Whu- what is it?”

“it’s good. Really! Try some. It’ll make you feel all tingly inside!”

“I-I-I-I don’t wanna though…”

“DO IT!”

“yes sir!…” he’s trembling as he holds the bottle. He has no idea what’s in it and that scares him more than if he had known the awful truth. His death could be in this bottle. Too bad he doesn’t know the Mad Hatter better than that.

He reaches the bottle to his lips.

“if you don’t chug it I’m going to slit your throat like peanut butter…”

He freezes, wide-eyed. He just stares at him. He shuts his eyes rears back and does his best.

“Didya like it?”

“uhm… I don’t feel anything… my mouth feels a little dry though…”

“I thought you’d like it” he gives a big grin, stands up and turns from him. As he does the card player with the bottle holds his stomach.

“um… sir… I don’t think that stuff agrees with my stomach…”

“Naw, really? what was your first--?”

Puke! The card player pukes. Pukes and pukes and pukes and pukes. He can’t stop. He cries his eyes out. Trying to scream but only the vomit comes out. Trying to scream “kill me now!” but can’t. he curls up on the floor sobbing and choking covered in his own throw-up. Then he starts bleeding out hid mouth. Bleeding as hard as he was puking. This doesn’t stop either. He’s disgusting covered in blood and vomit and tears. Even the card men around him were in tears at this. It could’ve been any of them.

The Mad Hatter looks at him pissed off.

“YOU INTERUPTED ME!!!! NEVER EVER EVER INTERUPT ME!!!!”

He rears his leg back all the way back to his head and swings it down and kicks the poor man in the face crushing the bridge of his nose.

“now… who’s next?”

the men look at each other horrified.

“THEN GET ME THE GODDAMN GIRL!!!!”

They scatter out of the room. The Mad Hatter laughs and says”

“…The pure H2O2 works every time... Hahaha!”

“Boss! Boss! She’s ready!”

He walks into the room with her in it. An attic. Nails like spikes spread under the ceiling. Several pipes line a foot below the ceilings. Black tiles and solid mirror walls.

“do you like it? My little ‘wreck room’? I must ay if the whole super hero thing doesn’t work out I could totally be a Rooms-to-Go agent…”

“you’re no super hero! Pig!”

The little girl speaks up. She’s chained to one of the poles under the ceiling dangling by her wrists. She can’t even reach the floor. She’s in a very ornate dress. Blood red with white roses.

“you should really respect you--”

“fuck you!” and spits at him. It lands on his foot.

“what a charming young lady!” let’s see if I can’t make you feel more at home.”

He jumps up and grabs the protruding nails with the tips of his fingers and holds himself up. He bends over the pipes and through the mess of nails unscathed and lies down on one if the poles and rests.

Like the Cheshire cat.

“witch way shall you go dear? You can either go the way of the Mad Hatter or the March Hare?”

“your crazy! You crazy fuck!”

“oh but we’re all mad here. You’re mad, I’m mad, we’re ALL MAD!”

“I’m nothing like you!”

“Yes you are! You’re here! Hu-HA! Now stay still.” and he flips down from the ceiling. He rips off part of the dress. Furiously he keeps ripping. More and more away.”

“who the fuck designs a dress with twenty billion layers!?”

“no friends of yours obviously.”

“shut-up! 2 and I are going to have some words…. Goddamn! How many layers are there!?”

“Aaahhh!” the last layers gone, only the black underwear is left.

“Awww… I was starting to have fun with that… oh well…”

He grabs her by the neck and chokes her and rattles her chains.

“are you a virgin dear? Are you pure…Alice?”

“-I-I-I-I-I-…”

“I’ll take that as a no…. ah… the beauties of a virgin.” his angry grin in her face.

He feels under the panties.

“no! get out of there! Stop! Please!”

He uses his other hand to punch her in the face with a crack.

“…shut up…” and he goes back down and pokes it like a dead animal. She starts crying quietly.

“Are you excited yet!? You’re about to go to wonderland!”

He rips off the underwear.

“Hashanah! I’m ganna have so much FUN!” he starts fondling her and exploring orifices of all kinds.

She’s still crying, “I’m not having fun…” and her head lulls back.

He sees this and gets up.

“well… maybe I can fix that.” And he undoes his zipper and drops his pants and throws his boxers, “Have you ever been fucked by a fictional character?”

More tears under a murmur, “…I dun… wann ge’… fuck’t…”

He puts his body to hers and says, “there’s a reason they call me mad…” the biggest grin yet. “I have… an IDEA!” and he runs off into a closet near by and dives in. shuffling noises and dropping thing echo the room but none snap Alice out of her daze. Who knows if she even knows what’s going on anymore.

He runs out of the closet and trips on a pole on the way out falling on his face. He raises a broom and says:

“Guess what I’m ganna do with this! AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”