The sun was setting and Gotham Square was becoming more and more populated with activity. The area was a major commercial intersection in downtown Gotham City, as well as a tourist destination and entertainment center. It was close enough to the financial distract that the men and women that worked in the many office buildings often passed by Gotham Square to blow off steam at the many restaurants and bars around the area as well. All in all, it was the busiest pedestrian area in Gotham.
In short, the Mad Hatter had chosen the perfect place for his Princess Batsy to get as many eyes on her as possible.
Princess Batsy had been placed in the space that was usually reserved for the Gotham City Christmas tree, which was slightly elevated than the rest of the walking area. The Mad Hatter watched through binoculars to see what was happening below. There the former Batman was in all of her petite glory. She wore the same pale blue mini-Alice dress as before in their Mad Tea Party. Still, despite how amazing the Mad Hatter thought she looked Princess Batsy was being largely ignored by the masses. There would be some sideways glances here and there, but for the most part, the citizens of Gotham City passed by Princess Batsy like she was nothing. The Hatter could hear her thoughts through the device in his hat and they broke his twisted heart.
"Heeyyyyy! Like, what are you doing? Look at me!!!! Master Hatsy and my very own cray cray gal pal Duchess have made me soooooooo pretty! Look at my pretty dress! Look at my pretty hair! Look at my pretty makeup! Like, look at pretty, pretty ME!!!!" Batsy shrieked, the spoiled, motionless mannequin having a tantrum. She then sobbed out, "This isn't right! They're, like, totes ignoring ME!!!!!!"
If Batsy could cry, her makeup would have been running down her face.
The Mad Hatter nodded his head. He thought something like this might happen. His face contorted into a frustrated sneer. They never understood or appreciated him, and unfortunately, that curse seemed to have been passed to his precious Batsy. He would change that. He pulled out a small electronic device from his jacket pocket and pressed a circular red button. He then turned to look back at Princess Batsy and saw for a brief moment the heart-shaped pendent attached to Batsy's anklet light up in red.
Batsy, in her plastic shell, heard a low hum begin to sound. She stared straight ahead, as if she had any choice in the matter, and saw a young couple walking past her. They glanced over at Batsy and would have continued to proceed to whatever destination they were heading to when they stopped suddenly. The Mad Hatter watched intently through his binoculars. The couple had been talking, but to his satisfaction they appeared to have gone silent the second they froze in Princess Batsy's presence. He watched as both of their eyes went cloudy and their expressions transitioned into excited grins. They turned and looked over to the 'Alice' mannequin with renewed interest.
"What a pretty girly mannequin," the woman sighed as they both approached Batsy.
"I...love...She's perfect," the man stammered, hugging his girlfriend tight as they both reached out rubbed the sides of Batsy's plastic, sensitive face.
"Squeeeeee! Finally, smart, smart people with, like, the best taste!" Princess Batsy squealed excitedly, "Like, OMG! OMG! More people coming this way! Look at meeeeeee! See how sweet an' pretty I am!!!!"
It was just as the former Caped Crusader had said. More and more people were walking over to her with the same transfixed looks on their faces as the young couple currently caressing and groping her body. There was a group of stylish looking women in their thirties that had been out shopping due to all of their bags filled with designer clothing. Upon looking at Princess Batsy's beauty, they dropped their bags, no longer interesting in their recent purchases. Not when there was a beautiful little mannequin to ogle. A conservative-looking mother and her clearly rebellious daughter, with short, spiky blue 'punk-styled hair and makeup, were walking past arguing when they stopped in their tracks and were also drawn to Batsy like moths to a flame. Even a group of hotshot-looking businessmen in designer suits on their way to one of Gotham Square's many bars couldn't help themselves, joining the group to take in the petite little mannequin. Those closest to Batsy joined the young couple in sliding their hands over Batsy's smooth skin and stroked the brief fabric of her pretty powder blue dress. All the while, the crowd shouted out compliments to the former Batman, and the tiny spoiled mannequin ate all of the attention up and then some!
"Awwwweeeee!" Batsy cooed in sheer joy, "You, like, love me! You really love me!!!!"
The Mad Hatter watched on and saw that his tiny neural pulse was working its wonders and he swelled with pride knowing that he had made his Batsy so, so happy. She was getting all of the attention she so richly deserved, and it was all thanks to his own genius. Well, his genius and the former-Bruce Wayne's many resources inside the Hatter Cave. He pressed a smaller button on his device so he could hear what the people were saying to Princess Batsy and each other.
"We all love you!" the four women who had been shopping all squealed out in unison before bursting out in a fit of girlish giggles.
"Mommy, I'm so sorry!" the daughter cried out to her mother. The pair clung tightly to one another and reached out desperately to caress Batsy's dress, "When we get home can we wash this junk out of my hair? I want to look like her!!!"
"Of course, sweetie," the mother tittered, "We'll make an appointment to a salon tomorrow to have our hair colored the same golden color as the pretty, pretty mannequin! And we'll also receive facials. Her face! Soooooo smooth!!!!"
"Babe?" one of the young businessmen said into his phone, "You've got to get down to Gotham Square. You have to see this!"
More and more people began to gather around Batsy. Police saw this and they attempted to break the mob up but they too were soon caught up in the neural pulse and had become enraptured by the petite mannequin princess. The Hatter saw the scene he had caused and listened to Batsy cry out her thanks to the gathered throng. Things were working out better than he could have possibly imagined!
The Mad Hatter looked down through his binoculars and saw someone he recongnized as Vicki Vale approaching the mass of people. His lips curled when he saw the old flame from Bruce Wayne's past. How delicious, he thought. Vicki would become just as enraptured as the rest of the gathered group for her former boyfriend-turned-bubbly-princess-mannequin.
Vicki wondered what the commotion was. She walked up to the back of the large group that had gathered and began asking who was at the center of the crowd. To her surprise, not one person would turn and give her an answer. Instead, they continued to shout words of unending devotion to whoever it was at the center of the mass. They were like tween girls were with The Beatles, NSYNC, Bieber or any other pop idol, but these weren't tween girls. They were people of all ages and genders crying out like love-sick puppies, Vicki thought and with a perplexed smirk. She took a step closer to try to get someone's attention. For the pretty strawberry blonde journalist, it was a step too far. Her face softened and a wide, giddy smile overtook her face.
"I...I...," Vicki shouted, her voice rising high to join the chorus of rapturous voices. Still, the crowd blocked her view of what they were shouting at and yet, she felt an undeniable feeling to raise her voice to her newest obsession. Crying out in joyful revelation, Vicki cooed out, "...I looooooove yooooouuuuuu!!!!!!"