jervis tetch's funeral (open to everyone)

[harvey]

Harvey slammed his car door shut. He did not want to be here right now. It was the funeral for Jervis Tetch. Dent hadn't known him that good, but he did know of his Gotham 'night life'. Jervis Tetch was the Mad Hatter. Two-Face had ran into him on a couple occassions. He was pretty smart, but he was obsessed with hats and Alice in Wonderland. Hence the name, the Mad Hatter.

And the one thing that bugged Harvey, was that he was murdered on campus. So, possibly, someone that worked there had did it. It could have been a student. Or it could have been a teacher. Everyone was a suspect here. But Dent knew he didn't do it. He wasn't to sure if Two-Face had anything to do with it. No matter how much Two-Face had argued with Harvey, he still didn't believe him. Your so stubborn. Why don't you just listen to yourself for once? Your not me.

Dent heard a laugh come from the back of his head and felt a chill run down his spine. He sighed and made his way towards the coffin. There wasn't a viewing, or a mass, just this. Harvey put his hands into his pockets, and turned to see that other people had started to arrive. Dent shook his head. He just wanted this day to end.

i started this early because i was afraid i wouldnt have time tomorrow to start it

[Darcy Leone]

Jack walked side by side with his dearest Harley Quinn. The date for this funeral of an old friend. Jack wore a rented black tux with a bright purple tie. Harley wore an elegant black dress and heels. It was raining. Had been for a couple of minutes. Jack pulled out an umbrella and put it over him and his lady. They walked to the grave where he noticed Harvey Dent standing alone of the other side. Jack lifted up the umbrella and winked at him while his other hand was wrapped around Harley's slender waist. Today was a beautiful day. Gotham was an ugly old hoar, but she was beautiful when she cried. All that could be seen of Jack hidden under the unbrella were the scars of his unchanging smile...

[Peter Bishop]

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Chase said to herself, while she was driving to some funeral. Of course it had to rain. She was dressed all pretty, and she only had a jacket. Chase didn't have an umbrella or anything. She was pissed off as it is, and this just made it worse. Today, the students had off, some of them opted to go to the funeral, but most of them didn't. But did the teachers have off? No, they were required to go to this stupid funeral.

Chase didn't even know the guy who was killed, nor did she care. From what she heard from other teachers, the guy who died...was small. So, thats all she knew. She pulled into the cemetary and parked where the most cars were. She let out a small breath, before putting her jacket over her head. Chase knew she was going to be cold, since she was only wearing a sharp black dress, but protecting her face was the main objective of today, since it was raining and she was wearing make up. She got out of her car, knowing she looked like a complete idiot, and walked over towards the crowd of people.

She looked at the people who were there and shuddered when she saw a familiar face. Jack napier. And he was with a...date?! What the hell?! He was completely crazy, and somehow he gets a date. Wait, who brings a date to a funeral? Whoever that women was, she probably was as insane as him. Chase didn't recognize anyone else there, so she just stood and waited for the ceremony to begin.

[Harleen Quinzel]

Harley felt like she was dreaming! It was great to have he Puddin' back at her side and the rain made it even more wonderful. The smell of it was simply exhilarating! She smiled as their umbrella covered the two clowns' heads. Her black heels fell silently as they reached the grave. Harvey was there, on the other side. She tried to ignore him, though as she felt the Joker's arm wrap around her waist. Though it was such a beautiful day, she was still fairly upset. She had always liked Jervis. He was the Hat guy that made Arkham fun! And now he was dead.

She buried her face into the Joker's shoulder. Harleen didn't want to look into the grave. Personally, she didn't like seeing a friend dead, unless they deserved. She couldn't stand it.

[equini]

Bruce drove by the graveyard, and ignored the funeral, it was for someone he didn't like, and had fought before. If a villain died, it was none of his business, and he had other places to be. Then, he realized, the murder had happened on campus, so, he headed to the site, and saw the Joker, Harle, and Chase. Three possible suspects, as he remembered the old Sherlock Holmes phrase, once you have eliminated the reasonable, the unrealistic is the only remaining choice.

[harvey]

Dent groaned as the rain began to fall silently. He didn't have an umbrella and his only nice black tuxedo was getting soaked. Harvey tried not to make a face though. It was just rain, and if he did make a face someone would notice and would probably ask why he was making a face. And he really didn't want anyone to talk to him today. Two-Face had the worst morning ever. He fell out of bed when he woke up, he ran out of coffee, and someone on the street recognized him and started screaming. Which caused a scene. Which also caused the cops to show up. So, he was chased by the cops, until he made it to the school. A safe haven. And it was good that he kept his car parked there, or he would have to hitch a ride off of someone.

He looked up for a moment and saw Jack Napier, a.k.a The Joker wink at him. Dent rolled his eyes. Why did he ever agree to teaming up with him? As much as killing the Batman was important to him, why did he team up with the very person who caused all of this shit. If the Joker never existed, Harvey would still be Harvey Dent, District Attorney of Gotham City. He would also probably be married to Rachel. Dent shook off the thought, he shouldn't be thinking about himself right now. Jervis Tetch was dead, and if he was dead then so was the Mad Hatter. An attack on one villian is an attack on all of them.

Harvey peered around the funeral, despite getting soaked. Bruce wayne had arrived. He glared at him. Dent did not like Bruce at all. He was a billionare, waay more successful than him, even though he never does anything, and he had a thing for Rachel before she died. Why would he be here? Dent though to himself. Then he remembered that teachers are required to go. He turned and looked towards the casket, waiting for the ceremony to start.