thepaladinofgothamcity asked:"He looks at Alice "... Well you're dressed rather fancy for someone walking the streets of Gotham...""

She draws to her full height, clasping her hands in front of herself and pushing out her elbows, a parody of a recital singing stance. “It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, ‘Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won’t she be savage if I’ve kept her waiting!’” She giggles, revealing teeth that have been stained red by her lipstick. The smile widens into a predatory grin. “But you are no White Rabbit at all…”