[Hatter liked to be in motion. When he was at his table, sitting and drinking something, he was still moving. A tap of his foot in a rhythm only he heard, or mumbling to himself. It didn't matter, being still was strange to him. Maybe it's because he's fixed in time. In one major way he's stuck, so everything else he could do, that was a rebellion.
He remembered vaguely that Iris didn't want to go out of the doors, but he forgot, or simply brushed it off because people changed their minds. Every day, yeah? All the time. Little ways, big ways.] You could. It's happy here. Bright. [The opposite of what he thought Gotham probably was, gloomy he heard, yuck. Still he decided being a pony wasn't going to win her over, maybe he'd help her himself, he could convince her to come in by showing how easy it was.
He approached the door and simply sprang out of it. He wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen, since he was surprised by the transformation when he walked in. So when he came out he checked. Jacket, yes, tacky blue shirt, yes, no red, he stopped red after Jude got shot and covered him in red. Hatter's brown hair stuck out in different directions like his pink hair had been, he was scruffy, and the real thing he scrambled for was to check the top of his head. The hat was there. Ha!]
Ta da! [Hatter grinned at her, dimples flaring up.] See, real easy.