Tea and Tommy guns

Participants: Mad Hatter, Arnold Wesker

Open/Closed: Closed

Location(s): Scarface's Hideout

Time of Day: 10 pm

Weather: Cloudy and foggy

Summary: Mad Hatter has a grand vision, but for it to become reality he needs to strike an accord with the infamous Crimelord, gaining his cooperation and blessing to bring his plans to fruition within his territory.


One would never assume it, simply seeing the small man walk along the corridor towards what the boss of the mooks surrounding him called their office, but right before them, dressed in his classic dark green clothes and top hat, but the Mad Hatter was just as dangerous as their boss, arguably in more subtle and insidious ways. When two legends met, history was written, and what was the infamous Scarface and Mad Hatter if not legends? Foes of the Batman, who had crossed his path many a time, and yet, were still standing tall, mighty, rebuilding every time they were taken down. There was no mistaking the importance of this meeting, even if the mooks had no idea what the meeting was about.

Hatter for his part had made sure to make it clear to Scarface that he wanted to meet with the Crimelord to discuss a proposition that would earn him a fair sum for his participation. Money after all, was one of the few things Hatter knew could halt the Don of Destruction's itchy trigger finger, and that was really the main issue, being able to talk with Scarface long enough to actually give his proposition to him. Regardless, Hatter was unfazed by the towering walls of muscle on either side of him as he was led through a pair of double doors and into the Dragon's den, so to speak.

"Ah, Scarface, so good to see you. I see what they say about you is still true, the man with nerves of steel and an iron fist. We have much to discuss. Fancy a spot of Tea before we begin?"

Oh my. Jervis Tetch certainly was one odd individual, although there was a certain charm to his attire and demeanor. His actions though? That's what made him a true monster. His whimsical look may fool some, but to the denizens of Gotham, they knew he was just as much of a frightening dweller of the depths as Scarecrow or Joker. As Jervis made his way through the doors, he'd find himself in an eloquent and lavish abode, a small table set up for the Hatter and Scarface to meet. Wesker standing beside him, arm hidden as Scarface sat on a small yet decadent throne. 


"Cut the yackin' wonderland and get to the point already! I ain't here for a tea party!" Thundered Scarface, slamming his wooden fists onto the table, causing Wesker to jolt back a bit in cowardice. 

"I-I think a spot of tea would be lovely actually..." Wesker chimed in quietly, leading to Scarface turning his head around to stare at him face to face. 

"Did I ask yer opinion?!"

Wesker gulped and shook his head frantically.

"N-no sir!"

"That's right, so shuddup!" As he paused to turn back towards Jervis. "Alright fine, make the damn tea, it'll give the dummy something to do besides pipe up with his unwanted input." 

As Scarface leaned forward, placing his chin atop folded hands with his elbows on the table. 

"Back to business. Better be good, I ain't in the mood for jokes."

Jervis Tetch

Jervis didn't seem the least bit disturbed or surprised by the outburst, in fact, one could say it had been expected. Apparently, it also wasn't the only thing that had been expected, as once he was given permission to serve up some tea, Jervis sat down, putting his bag on the table before retrieving a homemade hot plate, placing it next to him before filling a teapot with water from a thermos. He then turned on the gas and lit it with a match, waiting for the water to boil as he procured three cups from his bag. Jervis finally looked back to Scarface, smiling pleasantly as the water slowly started to bubble.



"Oh, Don't you worry, there is no jokes here. No no no, money is no joke, and I have a proposition for you that will be quite lucrative in that particular area." Jervis said, his smile turning into a faint grin. "You see, I have a new product in the works, a compound, a drug if you will. My own creation, better than what you'll see on the streets right now, but, what I don't have, is muscle, nor somewhere to deal this new creation of mine. I'm sure you can see where this is going, but all the same, let me put it to words." Jervis continued, smiling softly.

"You lend me some of your men, your muscle, to help with distribution, protection and the like, and in return for that and permission to deal my wares on your turf, you get a healthy cut of the income. This way, we both get richer, and there is no reason for us to make the arrangement turn sour, because I can't sell my product without your men and you can't earn anything on the product without me making it." He explained, pouring the new boiling tea into the three cups, pushing two over to the two across from him, waiting to hear what Scarface thought of the matter.


Arnold Wesker

A wooden eyebrow raised at Hatter's proposition, puffs of cigar smoke billowing out in a creeping cloud of smog from the false lips of Scarface. Quiet clatters and clacks echoed through the air as the doll tapped hollow fingers against the marble table.



"Temptin'. Ya certainly know how to spin a pitch Tetch, I'll give ya that much at least." Scarface stated after a moment of contemplation, a mild chuckle of amusement making itself known towards the end of it.



"What'cha don't got tho is details. What does this little wonderdrug of yers do to a sap? Can't make any kind of profit off of somethin' that fries the mind of the user too soon, nor if it turns 'em into a corpse upon first taste. Capiche?"



Another puff of smoke, as the wooden puppet layed back against Wesker, boots kicked up atop of the table in a casual display.



"Need numbers too. How big of an operation are we talkin' 'ere? A few men here an' there is negligible, but I can't be stripped down ta just me an' the dummy here. Ya got the vision Jervis, but now we gotta do the yackity yack to make it all plausible. Step outta wonderland fer a moment and let's talk some Gotham."



It was at that moment that Wesker and Scarface took a simultaneous sip, akin to clockwork as they awaited Jervis's no doubt whimsical coated monologue. It certainly had potential, especially as a leg up against other powerhouses such as Penguin. But that was just as easily a folly as a victory. How did he know that Hatter hadn't tried this spiel on the rival gangs as well, hoping he'd be the dummy to buy into a fruitless endeavor.





Jervis Tetch