Part three! another in the works...

Part Three: If the Hat Fits…Steal It
By the time it was over, I made sure he didn’t remember anything had happened. And right as we were about to escape, a door appeared at the north wall, Harley standing in its frame.
“Come on you two, he’s waitin’…”
“Harley, baby! What’s all this about? Is it because I threw out the kids? We can get ‘em back, no questions asked! Just stop this nonsense…” She put her face nearly two inches from his, and he smiled. “…I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” then in a smaller voice he said, “maybe just torture and kill you.”
“Move along.” She said in a tone that didn’t seem like herself; even I could tell. But I couldn’t tell what was wrong with her, though it was obviously bothering Joker. Seems he doesn’t take too well to being ignored by the one person who, well never ignores him.
“WHAT?! You dare defy me?! Why you little harlot…when I get my—“
I whispered to him, “Shush. Let’s find out what’s going on first…” He stopped mid sentence, and began a new act. Hanging his head low, he walked on along my side, as we were led into a room covered with naked mannequins, with only hats resting atop their plastic and bald heads.
“Good evening, Joker. Good evening, Myst.” A voice spoke smoothly, calmly, “A spot of tea, perhaps?”
Emerging from the shadows was a tiny man, dressed in green with a very large top hat and a card stuck in the brim of it. The look of rage and shock on Joker was as amusing as the man’s size. He was the one who had kidnapped us? I’m surely losing my touch.
“Allow me to introduce myself, as this would be our first acquaintance, Myst. My name is Jervis Tetch, better known as the Mad Hatter.”
Obsessive compulsive, childlike tendencies, obsessed with hats, mind control—he was an easy read.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Mr. Tetch?” I answered, playing to his tune.
“How pleasantly you speak; makes your future look less bleak. Though, sadly I must state, you’ll not like your imminent fate.” The man spoke in rhymes…rhymes. Though he was speaking like that, he wasn’t what worried me. The elevated dopamine levels, rushing endorphins—Joker was going to do something, and someone wasn’t going to live. Stall, M, stall. Get him to talk about his plans…
“What is this fate you speak of, dear Mr. Tetch?”
“Jervis, to you darling. Your disposition almost makes me regret what I’ve planned for you.” He began to walk around, picking up a few hats looking them over, as it seemed he had done a hundred times prior, as we stood arms tied, being held by women dressed in strange leotards. “You see, I had learned of you and your abilities through a friend, yes, a “friend” and was completely impressed. The handling with minds you have, the control, the brilliance of it all, intrigued me so. Yes, indeed.” J loosened up, looking almost eager to hear my story, as told by the pixie hat man. Maybe he really was…probably not. “Once I realised that your potential was…untapped, I knew I had to have it.” Tetch then walked up to me, eyes beaming at me, like a child’s. “And that was when this wonderful plan was born in my brilliant mind!”
One thing I didn’t understand. “So what does Joker have to do with this?”
Tetch put on an aggravated face, as he walked up to J, the pale man staring down at him with such passionate loathing. “I had recruited the clown’s lady to fetch you for me, as she was easiest to manipulate, even before putting a device on her.” He shot a glance to the now blood boiling clown, “Think of it as revenge for when you stole my devices and used them on me!” “Anyway, when she returned, she not only had you, but the jester as well. Seems that even in with a mind control device, she cannot separate herself from him. Can’t see why, really… Regardless, I would’ve gotten rid of him, until another bright idea worked its way to me!”
“Oh, Jervis old boy, you’re not really my type, you know…HAHAHA.”
The pixie then kicked J’s leg, forcing him to fall over, “No, I figured who better to keep her busy than you? One story of yours alone takes a good hour, least it did in Arkham. I knew you’d keep her around long enough so that I could finish my newest invention. A most personal invention that not even you, clown man, could conjure up! Haha! It’s sitting right in my pocket and attaches to the neck. By the time we’re through, the power of you, my dear Myst, will also be the power of the Mad Hatter! So, ha! Ha! Ha!”
Almost foaming at the mouth, J scowled at Tetch, “You’re a lunatic, you know? They say I’m crazy?! Look at fancy fedora pixie man! HAHAHAHA. You honestly believe that you could two time me? And insult the intelligence of ol’ Grey Eyes here? HAHAHAHA. You’re a funnier lad than I recall, Jervie boy! HAHAHAHAHA.”
Tetch’s face twisted into a grimace, and his large and overbearing teeth rubbed against each other. “You all will never understand how my brilliant mind works!”
J whipped his head around, kicking the woman holding him and knocking her unconscious in an instant. I did the same, unfortunately; it was either that or have wonderland man take control of me with his device. I saw J run to the Mad Hatter and begin to beat him, as I fought off the rest of the henchwomen.
I thought I had them all down, or at least a moment before the next one got up; I didn’t want to use my powers carelessly. I looked to find him, and felt someone grab my neck. Instinctively, I flipped them over only to find that it was him…and that the Hatter’s device was now on me. I dropped down to the floor and felt the waves of the device try to latch onto me, only a few did; I could still control a good portion of my actions.
He put Tetch’s hat on and said, “You know what they say; if the hat fits…steal it and wear it…and create chaos! See, sweets, our history will be fascinating, unleveled, nefarious! HAHAHAHAHAHA.”