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"You're officially no longer the shortest." -TheRainbeauBarberBabe

Jervis Tetch, who had been lost in his thoughts, was started by the sudden voice. Finding the source of the voice, he was taken aback, the stranger was indeed shorter than he.

“So it seems!” Jervis smiled and mused to himself, ‘Must have bitten off the wrong side of the mushroom.’ Jervis took his hat off and made a small bow.

“My name is Jervis Tetch. May I ask who you might be?”

Hayden was slightly taken aback by his politeness. “Hayden Ayala. It is certain ly nice to meet someone who has such manors in this city.”

“Well, Hayden, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” nodding his head as he placed his hat back in its rightful place. Jervis smiled at Hayden’s remark, “It is nice to have cross paths with someone who can appreciate one’s manners. Now, speaking of crossed paths, what seems to have brought you down mine? Did a Cheshire Cat point you in my direction?”

“There’s a small cafe that has the best coffee and muffins, I was headed there. And if by Cheshire Cat you mean boyfriend who decided staying up all night to do paper work and needed coffee, then yes.”

“Hmmmm, yes, though I much prefer their tea.” Jervis conversed, before making a face. He never had a taste for coffee, it was much too bitter. Unfortunately it seemed to be this country’s preferred hot beverage, and don’t get him started on what they did with the tea they had. Iced tea, pah, and they called him crazy! Yes, he much preferred good old fashioned tea. “‘Yes, that’s it,’ said the Hatter with a sigh: ‘it’s always tea-time…’”

Jervis was so lost in thought he hadn’t realized he had started speaking in Wonderland quotes.

“Ah, I quite like thier tea too. But Samuel is Native American and he’s quite bitter about…"

“Um.”

“Hello?”

Jervis snapped to with a start and stared at Hayden, “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” Tetch shook his head, “I’m sorry, what were we talking about again?”

“…Because neither are relevant to this conversation.”

“We were talking about coffee and tea. You said how you prefer tea and I lost you after that.”

Jervis looked at them confused, but decided to ignore the first bit. “Right, so sorry, sometimes I get lost in my head. I believe you said something about a Samuel, your boyfriend I’m guessing.”

“Yep! Samuel is my boyfriend. He’s very bitter about tea because he’s native American. Actually, he just has a bitter taste in general. I like the tea at the cafe though. Only sometimes though. They tend to me it too sweet.”

“You’re an expert on tea. Any certain kinds you suggest?”

Jervis listened as grinned like a Cheshire Cat at Hayden’s question. “Well to start my day, I always have a cup of English Breakfast with milk and sugar. Though Earl Grey tea is quite exceptional as well, I always enjoy mine with a bit of lemon. Of course, everyone has different preferences.”

“Lemon? Why lemon? wouldn’t that make the tea bitter?”

“Hm, I haven’t had English Breakfast in awhile. I’ll have to order a cup at the cafe. I suggest you try their tea sometime, I think you’d like it.”

#jervis tetch

"What are you doing here! At least when I run into danger I can defend myself!" -TheRainbeauBarberBabe

I told you not to go after Scarecrow *cough cough*, did I not? You’re not– Good, you’re not hurt. Now get in the car, Hayden, and for the love of God stay there. It is not worth the trouble.

“All of us should get out of here. Before Scarecrow gets back. All three of us need to be safe.”

“I can fight him! I’ve taken on the Joker!”

Hayden gave a huff. “Fine.”

“You two should of at least wore gas masks.”

#bookworm #lydia

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"Hayden, don't fight Scarecrow. I... the things I've seen after being gassed... you can't do this alone." ~Lydia

"Too late, already on my way. Batman is gonna have to tie me down if he wants me to stop."

And just when I thought the fiascoes were over…

I was called in to tutor for a Saturday school for students who either had no place to go over the holidays or simply wanted another chance to study. And lo, whom to my wondering eyes should appear but Damian Wayne in his usual surly temper. Apparently his father wanted him to work on pulling up his Literature grades, which meant I had to spend ample time going over the December material with him–not a picnic for either of us, to be sure. Out of my place as it is to pass personal judgments in such a manner, I know what that young man thinks of me, and although he is intelligent, his sheer…pigheadedness and unwillingness to learn does rather grate on me. Nevertheless, I retread The Scarlet Letter for him, and he did seem to understand.

Of course, because this place cannot go a month without incident, one of the pipes burst and gas began to flood the library. One of the girls started screaming incoherently, so I deduced that we had a Scarecrow attack on our hands and proceeded to evacuate the room. Miss Evansfield was fine within an hour of being taken to the infirmary, but I received…quite the tongue-lashing in the hallway from young Master Wayne. He apparently blames me for endangering the students (by some powers of divination I was supposed to have gleaned that the pipes were in disrepair, I suppose) and thinks that I was somehow in league with Scarecrow. Accusations like this are nothing new coming from him, but the implication that I would have knowingly put students in harm’s way…he is very lucky I did not introduce him to the back of my glove, as I was tempted to in that moment. Of course, I would not strike a student under any circumstances, but sometimes I am ever so tempted.

Investigations are well under way as to the motivations of the attack. All of the students, young Master Wayne included, are all safe and have their wits about them. I am on my way home as we speak.

“Who do I gotta fight? I’ll go right to the Wayne house and give them all a tongue lashing. I know where they live.”

Please don’t, Hayden–it really is not worth the trouble. Young Master Wayne may be a difficult child, but he is by no means unmanageable; and comments like these are certainly nothing new to me. Our priority is finding out the motive behind the Scarecrow attack

“So you’re telling me I should go fight the Scarecrow instead. Got it. Still gonna go to the Wayne house.”

#bookworm

And just when I thought the fiascoes were over…

I was called in to tutor for a Saturday school for students who either had no place to go over the holidays or simply wanted another chance to study. And lo, whom to my wondering eyes should appear but Damian Wayne in his usual surly temper. Apparently his father wanted him to work on pulling up his Literature grades, which meant I had to spend ample time going over the December material with him–not a picnic for either of us, to be sure. Out of my place as it is to pass personal judgments in such a manner, I know what that young man thinks of me, and although he is intelligent, his sheer…pigheadedness and unwillingness to learn does rather grate on me. Nevertheless, I retread The Scarlet Letter for him, and he did seem to understand.

Of course, because this place cannot go a month without incident, one of the pipes burst and gas began to flood the library. One of the girls started screaming incoherently, so I deduced that we had a Scarecrow attack on our hands and proceeded to evacuate the room. Miss Evansfield was fine within an hour of being taken to the infirmary, but I received…quite the tongue-lashing in the hallway from young Master Wayne. He apparently blames me for endangering the students (by some powers of divination I was supposed to have gleaned that the pipes were in disrepair, I suppose) and thinks that I was somehow in league with Scarecrow. Accusations like this are nothing new coming from him, but the implication that I would have knowingly put students in harm’s way…he is very lucky I did not introduce him to the back of my glove, as I was tempted to in that moment. Of course, I would not strike a student under any circumstances, but sometimes I am ever so tempted.

Investigations are well under way as to the motivations of the attack. All of the students, young Master Wayne included, are all safe and have their wits about them. I am on my way home as we speak.

#Hayday #Seriously they throw hissy fits over the more insignificant things #I'm soooorrryyy I don't cater to your exact wants and needs

"Who do I gotta fight? I'll go right to the Wayne house and give them all a tongue lashing. I know where they live."

#Bookworm #GONNA FIGHT

Customer: Starts getting huffy over something insignificant. Me: Hoe don't do it. Customer: Throws a hissy fit in salon. Me: Oh my God.

"Hello? Alexander? I'm sorry to bother you but- Hayden I am not letting go! You need to come over right now. Hayden's parents decided to track down Hayden. They're ready to murder them. I could use some help. OW HAYDEN!" -TheBabesBeau

Both of you stay where you are–I’ll be right over.

“Us? How are you! We tried to keep him on the straight and narrow! He is a boy and he should act as such!

“For you to defend such nonsense, especially as a professor! You are a pitiful-”

“HAYDEN NO!”

Without warning the door slammed opened and Samuel was thrown onto the ground in the door way. Hayden made a leap for their parents only to be snatched back up by Samuel. The door was quickly shut again.

“Alexander, I really could use some help in her-OW. NO, I’M NOT LETTING YOU MURDER HAYDEN! I have a feeling we really should get Lydia involved”

Hayden’s parents were too stunned to say anything.

Lydia quickened her pace, and stopped in front of the door, “Oh, people who let their wives walk over them so the wife can manipulate their child are the worst. Now, from what I overheard, sounds like you, lady, you’ve been berating my husband and endangering Hayden.” she glared at Hayden’s mother, “I was on my way over because I thought maybe Alexander went to visit them. You ever call him pitiful again, or try to contact Hayden ever again. You’ll regret it. Now get lost, bitch, or Hayden won’t be the only one you have to worry about.”

I would also like to inform you that in your absence, my wife and I have been looking after Hayden ourselves, and they have been–if I may be so bold–far happier than they would have been under your roof. And Lydia is right–if you ever darken this doorstep again, there will be consequences. I am not a man you want as your enemy, let me assure you.

The door is behind you. I assume you know how to use it.

“If I ever had a child like Hayden, I would be so proud of them. You-you had something wonderful. An innocent child. And because you disagreed with them, you treated them like garbage. You had a chance to be at least decent parents. And you threw it away. You threw everything away. You don’t deserve a second chance with them. I’ve been a better mother to them than you could ever be, lady.”

“How dare you! You can’t just show up, tell us that we raised our son wrong, and try and make us leave! He is our son and I will not leave until I get to see him! We did not spend years trying to track him down just to be brushed off! I-”

A muffled voice was heard through the door.

“Lady, I know you’re about to go into so manipulative heart filled speech, but Hayden is ready to actually murder the two of you. And it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to stop them ripping you apart with their bare hands. So I suggest you leave before I can’t hold them back anymore or I let them murder you.”

With an offended and shakey huff Hayden’s mother was gone. Their father quickly following.

Well…that was an experience to be sure. That horrible woman was very lucky not to be leaving with a handprint across the cheek for that.

Samuel, you can let go of them now–the crisis has been averted. And Lydia, dear, thank you for intervening–I don’t know how long I would have been able to stay calm.

Everything is all right, Hayden. Your abysmal excuses for biological parents are gone now.

“I was glad to. And no one would have blamed you if you hadn’t dear.” she kissed his temple. “Yes, Hayden, it’s safe now. You can come out. Or would you prefer if Alex and I come in?”

A moment of silence went by.

“Hayden isn’t saying anything, so I suggest you come inside.”

Oh. All right, then…

Hayden? Hayden, they’re gone. Your miserable excuses for parents have both left–the coast is clear. There’s no need for this anymore–you can come back out here, my dear.

Lydia opened the door, and walked inside, she knelt in front of Hayden and held out her arms, “Need a hug?”