Last chapter of the Story. Enjoy

Arkham Asylum stood; cold, uninviting, perched on top of a hill so everyone within a mile could feel the omnipresent chill in the air. Its stone walls held some of the most insane people you could ever meet, many criminals of the darkest nature. Whether they cried or screamed or laughed, their madness was locked up, not so tightly, behind an iron gate. So, why in the world would two women decide to scale it in the dead of night?

Eva and Alice had reached Arkham art around ten, parking a ways away from the actually building. They crept to the gate, which was almost twice their height.

"Okay Alice, this takes a level of strength and grace to pull off alone so I'm going to lift you up and over the gate. "

"Umm, Eva…" Eva looked up to see Alice already sitting on the top of the metal fence.

"Alice how did you get up there?"

"I climbed," she stated and with a bit of pride added, "You didn't think someone who wanted to me a dancer all her life would be weak did you?"

"No, but I was hoping you were at least weaker than me," her friend grumbled as she pulled herself over the gate, with very little of the grace she had spoken of before.

"Why do I feel like I'm in a comedy?" Eva asked when she finally landed on the grounds of the Asylum, covered in dirt and leaves.

"I thought this was more of a drama," Alice responded, finding the situation a bit more serious, though still finding time to joke with her friend.

"A dramedy then." Suddenly, they heard a sound and hid behind a bush about five from the building. A guard on the nightshift had come by, searching around the place for anything that could potentially mean escape for the inmates. He flashed a light around for a bit before rounding the corner to check the other side.

"So how are we going to get inside?" Alice whispered once he'd left and they stood next to Arkham's west wing wall.

"Well, I've never broken into Arkham, but I've gotten out before. There are a couple of guards out here, I think I can knock one out, get his keys, and get the sleeping gas into the air vents. In that time we-

"Run!" Alice had taken a hold of Eva arm and was rushing to get away from the wall. They had gotten about ten feet before a small explosion had blown a lot of the stone away.

"What the hell was that?" Eva yelled, still holding her arms above her head.

"I took some of your Uncles bombs, I thought they'd come in handy." Alice said getting up.

"Alice, that was sneaky, dangerous, and life threatening," Eva shouted, "And it was brilliant! Let's go!"

The moment they went through the entrance Alice had made, practically half of the Arkham staff had come to see what happened. Eva reacted by giving most of them a face full of sleeping gas that instantaneously knocked them out. With so many people she knew that they had to split up if they had any chance of finding Jervis.

"Alice, go find Jervis, take this," She cried, throwing Alice one of the gas canisters.

"Thank you," she yelled back, dodging most of the crowd, and gassing the rest. She had no qualms about who she passed; all she cared about was finding Jervis. Where could her hatter be? At last, she had gotten to a corridor that was calmer than the rest. Most of the cells were empty; the first that she gotten to had a man in a straight jacket, mumbling something about waiting.

He had shaggy reddish brown hair and a hooked nose. She recognized him from a newspaper clipping she had, he had worked with Jervis on a robbery a couple of years back. He was The Scarecrow.

The man stared at her darkly before asking, "Are you Alice?" She nodded.

"He's at the end of the hall." She remembered to thank him before running to see Jervis. Through the solid glass wall, she saw him. Her hatter was resting on a cot, completely unaware of the commotion outside his little cell. Alone, he sadly muttered to himself the words of his world.

"Jervis," she called, knocking on his glass loudly. He lifted his head to see Alice.

"That can't be Alice," he thought. The doctors had said that Alice wouldn't come. What was that she was holding? Was that a hedgehog? Oh, I get it! She came to play croquet! Wait, what was that! Alice… she exploded the glass. I'm free. The blast hadn't hurt Jervis, but it did pull him out of wonderland.

"Alice, how are you-

"Come on, no time to explain, we have to go." He followed her quickly down the passageway, both desperately searching for an exit in all this mess. All of a sudden, a guard blocked their way, looking down on them, especially Alice.

"End of the line girly." He forcibly seized her arm, and she yelped in pain, making her drop her can of sleep gas. She tried her hardest to shake him off, with no anvil. Then, Jervis took it upon himself to attack the man. He struck a blow right in the side of the man's face, managing to floor him.

"Don't you dare touch her you cad," he glared. Turn to Alice with a comforting hand.

"Come Alice, I know the quickest way out."

"No, we have to go this way, we have to get Dormouse."

Picking up her container, they ran back toward the west wing. They found Eva fighting off security, an empty can on her ground near her. She was outnumbered, so when a man snuck up on her and locked her arm behind her back, she was done. She struggled to keep stalling for time, but once she saw Alice with Jervis she shouted.

"Go, hurry before they get to you, I'll be fine."

Hearing that, they kept going, knocking out who ever was in their way. The sirens were blaring and the search lights were exposing the escaping inmates. The couple was no longer worried about being discreet; they just ran as fast as they could to avoid imprisonment. Thankfully, they reached Alice's car while the police was busy with the rest of the chaos.

"We're safe," Alice sighed, "for now."

"Alice what in the-

"I'll tell you everything once we get to the apartment."

The gloomy little cell that Eva now occupied was cold and dark, probably the worst on Arkham, not that that's hard. She guessed it was appropriate punishment for starting such a riot. Many of the rouges had gotten out because the west wing was where there were held, so now Gotham would have to deal with them for quite a while. Maybe that's why the Dark Knight had decided to grace her with his presence.

"Hey, Batman," she smiled, still retaining her lack of appropriateness. He didn't react to that, instead focusing on his main objective.

"That was Alice wasn't it."

"Well of course that was Alice. I mean, the dress, hair, ribbon, who else was that girl supposed to be dressed as?" She sneered.

"You know what I mean."

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because, if you're endangering her life, I swear you'll be out of here and into a real prison before morning." He was beginning to lose his patience, if Alice was in The Mad Hatter's clutches, she may not have much time.

"Oh, but I can't going to real prison, I'm a loon. Who else would break into the place she tried to get out of." He stared her down, tired of her jokes

"Look Batman, Alice wasn't controlled or forced into this; she did it out of her own free will. She's in love with Jervis, and if you paid more attention to the Asylum's visiting records, you might have been able to stop that." He left with a swish of his cloak and not another word. Eva smile faded, she prayed that Batman didn't find them. She wasn't about to let him ruin all her hard work.

"So what really happened?" The voice of The Scarecrow traveled through her wall.

"Like I said, they're in love," she responded simply.

"I didn't think you were one for sentiment like that," he jeered, making a hidden mention of her inner kindness, something she hated bringing up.

"It wouldn't hurt you to try to find someone, now that Jervis is gone, you're one of the few guys here without a special someone," she returned with her own blow.

"On that subject, Edward is mad that I won't bother with his riddles anymore. Could you do something about that?"

"I'm not going to sleep with him every time you guys fight, he needs a different ego boost. Maybe, if you had a girlfriend you'd appreciate what a girl has to go through to keep a man happy."

"And, who would you suggest?"

"Well, there was my boss at the firm, she's got some psychological issues, but I think you'd like that."

"It was a rhetorical question."

"Alice, I can't believe I'm here with you." After Alice had made him stay silent in the car, just in case, Jervis was aching to tell her how he felt.

"Me neither, no glass, no bars, just us," She made a motion towards him, holding out her hand to his cheek. Even beneath the fabric of the think gloves she had taken, she was glad to be holding Jervis, really holding him.

"But why, why would you do this?" He hadn't moved, but he looked at her questioningly, still astonished by this whole ordeal.

"For this," she said, tearing up, "I wanted to be with you again. They were going to take you away and keep you in that cell forever, and I wouldn't be able to see you again. "

"So that's why you didn't visit me," he felt himself start to cry too, "I was worried something happened, the doctors said you wouldn't be coming, and it… it broke my heart. I thought you didn't like me anymore." He looked down, not wanting those horrible feelings to creep up again. For four years, he had thought that Alice was frightened of him, that she would never want to see him again. Now that he had recently gained back her acceptance, he didn't want to imagine her hating him again.

"No Jervis, I could never stop liking you," she swallowed, "I love you"

"You…" his voice was caught in his throat.

"Love you, Jervis, I love you." He leapt for joy.

"Oh, Callooh Callay what a frabjous day! She loves me! You love me!" He started dancing around the room, spinning and waltzing with an imaginary partner, despite Alice being right there. It was comical and slightly strange, yet Alice couldn't help but give a loving smile.

"Jervis you act as if I killed the Jabberwocky." She held his hand, hoping that that would keep him from breaking the coffee table.

"No," He wrapped his arms around her waist, thrilled that she, in turn, placed hers around his neck, "this, this is a million times more amazing. This is the most wonderful moment of my life.

"Mine too," She buried herself deep into his shoulder, never wanting to move from this position.

"Alice?" he asked. She answered with a soft hum, "Will you join the dance?" She gazed into his eyes, completely sure of her response now.

"Of course. What would a hatter be without his Alice?"

"Very miserable, I'll admit."

And they swayed, each humming a little tune to one another. Alice and her Hatter.