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Bette Kane, under the influence--not control, but influence--of the Mad Hatter has found her way to Opal City

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[jla_extras]

"Now dear, while Lewis brews the tea, why don't we go get you washed up? Right this way, we'll get you ready for your new dress and everything."

Carroll leads Ms. Kane to the bathroom, where there's a hot bath with plenty of bubbles ready for her.

"Off with those old things and climb in, and I'll wash your hair for you."

[_bird_of_flame_]

This is... weird. There is something about it that is weird. And the longer she's had to think about it, the stranger it has become. Her friend isn't here yet and the longer it goes without him, the more uncomfortable she feels here.

She's all for an adventure and the people are entirely pleasant... She likes baths but... "I think I can do it for myself, okay?" Still...

"Thanks.

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"Nonsense. A little girl like you needs all the help she can get. Now come along."

Little girl. An odd way to describe someone of Bette's age, don't you think?

[_bird_of_flame_]

"I'm not little...."

Bette looks down at herself, cupping her breasts, as if to reassure herself. "I'll be fine." This is ... weird.