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nightcolorz · 3 years ago

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Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:

Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.

Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.

Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).

Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍

Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.

The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.

Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.

Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).

The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.

Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).

Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.

Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)

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thedreammweaver · 4 years ago

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The Best Things In Life Come In Two’s part 1 (Burton-schumacherverse riddlebird, trans!pregnant!Ed, yearning!Oswald)

part 2

(A/N: Didn’t mean for this to be more than one part but oops)

Oswald ran his hands through his hair anxiously, his head against his desk as he wracked his mind for a way to ask Ed out that might actually work. He’d already scrapped so many ideas, he was worried that Ed might not even want a partner considering the somewhat delicate situation he was in. Oswald just couldn’t suppress his want anymore.

It had been about six months since Ed had fallen pregnant for which Harvey was to blame. Harvey hadn’t wanted to break up with Ed but at the end of the day he couldn’t trust himself to be as caring as he wanted to be 100% of the time and being around Ed knowing it would never work just hurt. It had been painful but the two of them splitting a week after Ed found out about the pregnancy was for the best, they’d agreed that Harvey could be a part of the baby’s life on days where he was more in his right mind....those days were usually months apart though. Ed had already been out and proud about being trans so he didn’t exactly mind when the news spread due to Harvey’s inability to keep secrets, Ed hadn’t been very keen on the hassle of hiding the pregnancy anyways especially not when it made everyone be weirdly nice to him, even Batman. Who knew getting knocked up was such a great way to pull focus? Oswald had been paying particular attention though, he’d liked Ed before but of course couldn’t make a move while Ed was with Harvey, by now his want for Ed had become nearly unbearable as his need to caretake was playing a part to. The thought of Ed being alone especially with a baby in that teeny tiny apartment made Oswald ache to care for them both. It had been long enough since the breakup to try and do so, right?? Oswald knew he’d have to make his move carefully in order to convince Ed he was for real about this since a baby on board was usually cause for potential partners to run for the hills. He was getting tired and didn’t really want to pull an all nighter thinking up ways to woo the riddler, all he could hope for was a perfect plan coming to him in his dreams which was unlikely to happen.

Without a specific plan in mind, Oswald had decided to make his move after the next rogue meeting which was being held in joker’s lair this time. He couldn’t do it during since everyone fussing over Ed, whether consciously or not, was making it sort of impossible to get close to him. Maybe it was the fabled pregnancy glow that was causing everyone to be so overly concerned with Ed’s well-being but Oswald could see that the invasion of his personal space, no matter how well intentioned, was frustrating Ed as the overbearing pleasantness from the other rogues had started boring him by the second month. The frustration became especially apparent when Ed snapped at Jonathan and Jervis for both rushing over to help him up once the meeting was concluded, he liked attention but not being babied or treated like he was oh so fragile. Oswald waited a few moments after Ed stormed out to follow the taller man, making a conscious effort to respect his space.

Outside of Joker’s lair. Oswald found Ed sort of leaning against the wall, his hands rubbing at his temples, he looked stressed. Os didn’t approach completely still wanting to respect Ed’s personal bubble that so many had encroached on in the last hour and a half “Eddie-“

“Ask me if I’m alright and you’re dead.”

Oswald was a bit taken aback by the bite in Ed’s voice but quickly regained his composure. “Actually, I only wanted to speak with you ab-“

“Could I ask a favor of you, Ozzie?” Ed interrupted. Oswald would’ve done anything for Ed but knew the other man was tired of the fawning so Ozzie decided to talk to him as much like he would anyone else as he could manage “Depends on what that favor is.” Oswald said coolly. Ed huffed “I feel a headache coming on and my place is so stuffy...could I hang out at yours for a bit, I just really need somewhere to sit and breathe.” He sighed. The thought of Ed being uncomfortable or in pain made Ozzie’s urge to care for him flare up, he managed to keep the yearning inside for now “Hmm...I guess that’d be alright.” Ed sighed in relief as he stood up straight “You’re a life saver, my feathered friend.” He walked over to link arms with Ozzie. That made the shorter man’s heart race as they started walking to where Ozzie’s driver was parked.

Oswald turned away from the couch in his sitting room that Ed had settled on, working up the nerve to finally confess. “Eddie, I need to tell you something.”

“Oh?” Ed sounded a bit drowsy. Oswald cleared his throat “Well, the thing is...I-I like you..a lot and I want to be with you. I know that might sound insane considering...everything but I mean that with all my heart, Ed.. These past months all I’ve wanted to do is take care of you-“ Oswald was interrupted by the sound of snoring coming from behind him. Ed had drifted off just as the shorter man had started talking and hadn’t heard a word. Oswald sighed, half frustrated half amused. Ed’s hands were resting protectively over his baby bump in his sleep, he looked absolutely adorable. It made Oswald smile as he grabbed a throw blanket and gently covered Ed up with it.

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler #riddlebird

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reading-hub · 5 years ago

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BATMAN VILLIANS - Calling them Daddy/Mommy in a non-sexual situation:

Ft. Bane, Poison Ivy, Mad Hatter, Two Face, & Killer Croc

BANE

It was during your private self defense classes with Bane. You thought it’d be piece of cake. There’s plenty of women taking classes in order to defend themselves walking alone during such dark nights. Banes’ idea of self defense classes was that, cranked up to 100.10%.

You were sweating bullets, body feeling numb, and all you wanted was the sweet release of death.

Bane, seeing you face planted on training mat, he lifted you to sit up with those big hands of his like you barely weigh anything.

Your face got droopy from exhaustion, your shoulders could barely hold you to sit up straight, making your upper body rock back in forth.

“Can you stand?” His deep accent brought you back from semi day dreaming. Your head lolled back dramatically and responded in the most childish-pouty way, “No...!” His eyes scanned your state of body at that moment. Was he judging you??

Before you could figure out what he was doing eyeing you like that, he stood tall and was about to walk off. Until you pushed your body back on the mat, both hands barely grasped his ankles but he stopped moving. Good.

“Wait—! Daddy help me up!” Pause. What just slipped from your mouth just now?

You froze, making it easier for Bane to lift his foot up, then again, he could’ve done anytime he wanted. His knees bent down to your ground level, his finger pushes away a strand of hair from your face. You could barely register what was going on. You suddenly yelped in surprise as Bane lifted your whole body close to him, walking out the training room with him.

POISON IVY

You felt embarrassed afterwards. It was like that one time when you accidentally called your teacher ‘Mom’; everyone had a good laugh, it was overall embarrassing for one whole day, and it rests in the back of your mind for the rest of your adult life.

You and Ivy were very good friends. You honestly don’t know how this weird friendship came to be. You told her about some of the small plants you have at in apartment, shyly admitting that you’ve even given said plants cute nicknames.

The next thing you know, you’re visiting her tropical lair once a week, heck, sometimes you just spend the night there during weekends.

You felt like you can talk about anything with her. There was something about the way she spoke to you, like you mattered. It flattered you really. Insecurities that you’re afraid to tell to your own parents, you’ve told her. Deep repressed thoughts and feelings you have that you would never say openly, she’s listened to.

It was getting late, you rambled on to her once again and you didn’t even notice how dark it was outside. You shifted awkwardly, wanting to say something. Before Ivy could notice, you blurted out,

“Mommy, is it okay if sleep here tonight?” Ivy looked at you at that moment with a fluttering gaze. The best thing you could do to make this less awkward was laugh nervously, in the hopes of her laughing too. But she didn’t, she just stared at you. She gave the most faint smile she could make to you, “It is late, if you’re lucky, you might end up sleeping next to me tonight.”

Heart just sank. Exe.has stopped working.

MAD HATTER

It was quiet, too quiet. Even being in the back of Mad Hatter’s hat shop, it was getting too boring. Jervis was preparing another tea party for tomorrow night. Said it will be a night to remember, especially with you by his side.

You offered to help in anyway you could. Perhaps you could score some extra scones for going to such lengths, and besides, Jervis just looked the cutest when he was concentrated on a certain task.

While people like Gothem citizens always poked fun on how short he was, you found him to be unique and partnership material all the more. Even if he gets small tantrums when things aren’t going his way, or that one time when he bitch slapped you after refusing to put on that itchy blonde wig and small blue dress for him. Looking back you’ve should’ve known better.

You helped him organize any tea cups and utensils that would be needed during the tea party. Then, something caught your eye, “Should I wash these tea cups for the guests, Daddy?” you coughed with embarrassment and cringe. “They...look pretty dirty..”

Jervis came to your side immediately after, his hand placed onto your own gently. “No, no, my dear, use the cloth I gave you instead.” He suggested. Did he not hear what you just addressed him as???

Before you could sigh in relief from that embarrassing stunt you pulled, he spoke soon after. “While I am not your father, the thought of you addressing me in such a manner has got me all fluttering.” While his back was turned from you, you felt as though he was smiling gleefully as you continued cleaning the tea cups.

TWO FACE

Harvey wasn’t exactly ‘husband material’. His mood swings were as unpredictable as they came. He’d hold onto you tenderly, rubbing your back late at night, the next morning you’d wake up to harsh yelling and a slap in the face.

A relationship like that came with a lot of things, angry sex, tender loving, fear. And yet, you chose to stick around all the more.

It was midnight, he was lashing out once again. You couldn’t even sleep though that noise, no one could. You got up from your queen bed, go up to Harvey to see what got him so angry this time. You scoffed at yourself, what could you do if you went to his study? Calm him down?You really didn’t think this plan through.

His study was open, a small crack was left to peek inside without disturbance. Without thinking, you opened the door, the sound of creaking could be heard. You cringed at the sound, hoping to not have Harv hear, he heard.

In response, he threw a book at the door, to get you to leave him alone. The book was close to hitting you in the face, only to miss by a few inches, but the surprise caused you to yelp in fear.

“Get out, bitch! We don’t need you.” His harsh and blood curdling tone almost made you cry whenever he directed it towards you, it was hard to get use to for the most part. “This is the only way I can lash out without harming you, leave us.” His soft tone also made you cry because of how rare he spoke to you in such a way. It showed he was still sane in your eyes. No matter how many doctors in Arkham say to you otherwise...

Before you could respond back. He threw another book as a warning. “What part of leaving don’t you understand?!” His burnt hand clenched in anger. And all you could do was sit there, frozen in fear. He stormed towards you, you had a bad feeling where this was going.

Before you could process the situation you put yourself in, you flinched before him, arms covering your face so he couldn’t hit there. “Please don’t hurt me, Daddy!!” You cried out. Not even realizing what you said to him, you still braced yourself for any pain that came to a part of your body.

It was silent. You open your eyes, cautiously. “What the hell did you just say?” He was confused, trying to wrap around his head of what made you say that. You looked shocked too. Why wasn’t he hitting you? Oh no..

You opened your mouth to try to explain yourself, but Harvey beat you to it. “Don’t answer...” His still harsh tone was still present but deemed down for some reason..

“I need a drink...” His soft voice came afterwards, grabbing whatever available alcohol was lying around in his study right now. You just sat there, eyes wide like a deer in front of headlights. You should probably sleep now.

KILLER CROC

You honestly thought that Arkham was basically sending you to your death whenever they decided to send you to bring his meals.

If only they knew that sending a decently attractive human to his lair, would cause some disturbances. Especially a giant crocodile man who hasn’t experience intimacy in quite a long time.

“Waylon! I’ve come to bring your meal for tonight!” You shouted. “Don’t try and eat the hand that feeds you.” You said under your breath.

“Bring it here and I won’t!” The sudden jumpscare from him, shook you to your very core. Shook was an understatement, though. “Waylon, that isn’t funny. It really scared me.” You held onto your chest, trying to compose yourself.

You gave him his scraps food through a small hole that was similar to a dog door, making easier for anyone to transfer Croc’s food without the fear your hand getting chewed up.

Croc smelled and inspected the food for a while, similar to a wild animal, making sure there wasn’t any sedatives mixed in his food this time. Before he could make the decision of eating, “Don’t worry, no medicine was put in it.” You just had to open your mouth, now he’s really not gonna eat it!! Damn it.

“I don’t want it anyway. Take it back!” He commanded you. No, you weren’t gonna take this. “No Waylon, I can’t do that.” You rejected him. Maybe you were too harsh sounding...No! He needs to learn that using fear to bully someone into submission is not gonna work this time!

“Gett’n too confident with me being behind this cell.” Cheeky. He’s trying to break you when your trying to stand up for yourself.

“Don’t get me wrong, Waylon, you terrify me to my very core. But I’m not gonna stand here and be walked all over.” Wow, you’re really proud of yourself right now.

He was silent, time to hook him in! “Come on, Daddy, eat your scraps, pleeease...” Except for that. You were not proud of yourself anymore. Oh shi—

He chuckled loudly, you swore his whole cell and where you were standing, was vibrating from his loud excessive laughing. It was embarrassing.

“Shut up!” Your voice was too meek compared to his loud chuckles escaping him. “Now that was funny, lunch lady.”

You stormed off, not taking the food with you. Oh well, hopefully all that laughing got him to eat his food. Spoiler: it did :)

#batman x reader #bane #poison ivy #harvey dent #two face #mad hatter #killer croc #jervis tetch x reader #batman villains #hubbywritings #batman/reader

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ficstogo · 5 years ago

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Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been

Pairing: Mad Hatter x Reader

Word Count: 2,671

Summary: Jervis knows that he is not sane in everyones eyes. Hell, he knows he’s not sane and he regrets the things that he has done all because of Wonderland, all because of a non-existent Alice. But now that he is getting treatment in Arkham, he feels that he is ready to take on reality but he refuses for you to visit him at all.

Warnings: None

A/N: For those who are lacking some jervis love. *throw up sounds* the ending’s junk but i guess that’s what happens when trash writes it.

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It’s funny how you’ve known a person for so long and never even realize that he was cracking on the inside ever so slowy until one day he just bursts without warning. I mean that’s what happened with Jervis, a prime example of such a thing. Maybe there are others out there who are going through what he is, maybe not wonderland but in any case, just done with reality. I’ve known Jervis since grade school and I’m possibly the only good friend he has, sad, I know, but none of that should be on him to blame. He was just an eccentric child that no one understanded, didn’t even bother to understand, which turned him to the misunderstood. Yes, Jervis wouldn’t be considered the most handsome, what with his over bite that (in anyone else’s opinion) he was cursed with, his short stature, and his love of Wonderland. I guess people get tired of not knowing what he’s talking about, or know what he’s talking about and are sick of the refrences. I just hope that when people see the news about Jervis or the Mad Hatter, that they take the time to realize that he wasn’t born crazy, he wasn’t born wanting to cause harm, but that it was the sane ones who had pushed him to his breaking point. So if you think about it, the sane people are crazy and Jervis is just a victim. If anyone were to know my thought process they would think of three things:

1.) I, myself am crazy, which is why I am friends with Jervis.

2.) I’m only finding ways to get the blame off him in order to protect him.

And

3.) I’m probably just looking for attention which I don’t know how or why, though this is the most popular choice with whatever I do.

I’m dealing on how to live life without Jervis, since he’s in Arkham. Unfortunately I too have not many friends because of Jervis. I hate the way that sounds but it’s somewhat true. Even if I did have other friends, I’d still be in this depressing state that I am. Jervis is locked up for about two more months. He was sentenced to stay for five years, three more due to not fulfilling his previous sentence, but because of good behavior, cooperation with the GCPD, and the fact that they’re thinking he’s coming back to being sane, he only had to serve three years. We write letters to each other instead of me visiting him, how he said that he didn’t want me to see him there, to remember how he was…

Dear Y/N,

Hopefully you’re having a frabjuos day and hopefully, you reading this letter won’t bring you down. I’m fine if you’re wondering. Lucky for me my other friends are in here too, Edward and Jonathan.

Edward, or The Riddler as you might know him, is a bit of a whiner.(:D) He’s always going on about him being sane and how everyone else are “low level, dimwitted, hairless monkeys” I sometimes confuse him for Dormouse and Jonathan for March Hare.

Jonathan is a bit…distant and cruel sometimes, but I believe it’s Scarecrow who’s doing that. He likes to read! But not much of Lewis Carroll…

They said that they’re planning to escape like the last time I was here but I noticed something. Wonderland is not real. And that I’m probably sick. I’ve hurt people and because of that I’m stuck here for god knows how long (I didn’t really pay attenion at my sentencing hearing, probably awhile). If I continue my ways, then there is a chance that my freedom will be eaten by a jaberwocky, so I decided to actually finish my sentence in order to come back home and hopefully, if you don’t feel as if you need to stay away from me, you can help me to recovery.

I don’t want to be stuck here forever and never be able to see you, my beautiful friend. If you’re suffering from my absence (which I think there is no point to feel anything for me) then I wish to heal you when I return.

With love and regret,

Jervis

P.S. Do not try to visit me in Arkham. That is my only wish that I want you to fullfill. It might be hard but we’ll get through this.

And so I did. We kept exchanging letters in which I keep reading in between the lines his feelings for me that do not exist. I continued on working and being alone but I always refer to his letters to have any company. His last letter sent me on a high, saying that he’s leaving earlier then he should. A smile on my face never left and all I could think of was Jervis.

Now here I am, waiting outside of the Arkham gates for him to leave. Nervous yet excited. My hands deep in my coat pockets layered in sweat. In the distance I see two men walking, one shorter than the other. When they arrive at the open gates, the other man in a security uniform turns and leaves. Jervis wearing a light blue sweater vest on top of a white dress shirt with a small red bowtie. His dark blue trousers are accompanied with his dirty brown shoes. I smile at the fact that he’s right in front of me. I walk steadily towards him then jog until I’m in his arms. “I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.” I said.

“It has Y/N.” He said softly, arms right around me.

I pulled away from him and looked into his light, friendly, blue eyes. “Well, what do you want to do as your first day as a free man?”

“Right now, I just want to walk. I need the air.”

“Alright, anywhere in particular?”

“No, we’ll go wherever are feet take us.” Jervis then smiled at me which caused my heart to warm. I smiled back and draped my arm around his, taking steps away from the asylum.

As we walked in the chilly November air, some people stared at us while others pay no mind. We then felt hunger strike within ourselves and stopped by a cart that served hotdogs near the park. We took a seat at a nearby bench and watched others walk their dogs, play catch with their children, and other activities. It was strange to feel this happy in Gotham.

I swung my feet back and forth since they can’t reach the ground and broke the silence by asking Jervis a question “Why didn’t you want me to visit you in Arkham?” I looked at my hotdog as I took a bite.

Jervis turned and looked at me with a look of un-expectancy. He swallowed the bit that was in his mouth and waited a few moments until he responded “Well, like I said in my letters, I didn’t want you to see me as another mentally unstable person in their. I didn’t want you to see me in my lowest point, and I especially didn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes.” It went quiet as he looked down, his blonde hair covering his pale face. There was no emotion on my face when he shyly looked at me. All I thought was how bad I felt for him.

“Did you also not want me to come because of how dangerous it is in their?”

Jervis chuckled at this, his large teeth showing and said “Most definitely as to why I didn’t want you to come. Far too dangerous for me to let you visit, didn’t want you to get hurt.” The sun setted ever so slowly, it’s rays hitting us.

“I found out my problem. Everytime reality has pounded me into the ground, it makes me think how much I long to leave this place, and that’s when I lose my marbles. I do terrible things and hurt so many people…” he sighs placing his head in his palms. “like that Alice girl and her…fiance.” Jervis then looks at me with such a sad look “I really am sorry for all the things I’ve done and the terrible things I put people through.” Jervis then rubs his eyes with his hands. “Oh, how I hate myself for it.”

“Well you’re out and your better.You aren’t the same person when you woke up this morning and you’ve changed several times throughout your stay in Arkham so their seems to be no use into dwelling on such things.” Jervis then looked at me, tears at the rim in his eyes, he went silent for a moment causing me to think I had said something wrong and then a sudden look of realization struck his face.

“My goodness, you’re right Y/N! There is no use in moping and feeling like crum!” His hands then went to my shoulders staring at me with a broad open smile. Jervis then gave me a tight hug and stayed like this for awhile, digging his head into my hair.

“Come, you must be starving, it’s late and we haven’t had dinner or tea!” Jervis stood and pulled me up from the bench, holding my hand on our way out of the park. I hid my smile at this from Jervis.

.~.~.~.

After dinner we walked around Gotham in the dark with it’s city lights gleaming. Even though it was far too dangerous to do this, we wanted to celebrate and either way I felt safe with Jervis since low level petty criminals shouldn’t mess with a use-to-be rouges gallery criminal. We came back to my apartment, my feet tired of the continuous yet beneficial walk. “Well that was frabjuos day we’ve had, haven’t we?” Jervis said as I locked the door. Is he still suppose to be saying things from that book?

“It has.” I turned to look at him. “Let me go get you a pillow and blanket for you.”

With a charming smile he replied “Of course.” He sat down at my ruggid looking couch.

When I returned I gave him the items and helped him to set up the couch to make it more comfortable. “I found an old pair of pajamas in my closet from when you last stayed over.” I lied. I used his pajamas for comfort wearing them sometimes.

“Thank you.” As soon as we finished with setting up for bed I bid Jervis a goodnight.

“I’m going to go to bed now, I have work in the morning. Here’s the remote to the television.” I drew closer to Jervis and looked down at him with a small smile on my face. “I hope you do know how much I missed you and how glad I am to see you back.” My fingers then got entangled in his surprisingly smooth hair. I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. “Goodnight Jervis.”

I left to my bedroom and fell on my bed. I drifted to sleep from this tiring yet joyful day.

.~.~.~.~.

I stirred from my slumber when I felt something…stroking me. My eyes fluttered open, feeling dazy. I then caught notice of a shadow right near me. Startled I sat up and backed away from it. “Sshhh, calm down my sweet, it’s just me.” With the minimal light from my window, I could make make out who It is.

“J-Jervis? What are you doing? Its,” I turned to look at the glowing green numbers at my nightstand, “3 in the morning. Were you not able to sleep.” What was on his head made me curious.

“Oh you could say that, my dear.” Jervis said reaching for my hand and holding it.

“What’s that on your head Jervis?” I asked calmly.

“Nothing of importance dear Y/N, just sleep.” And that’s when everything went hazy. I felt light headed and my eyes felt droopy. My head hit the pillow as I fell back to sleep.

.~.~.~.

It smelled. And it was freezing. My vison was all black and I felt something rough around my wrists. I moved my body around to feel what else was restrained.

“Oh! She’s awake!” Footsteps could be heard coming towards me. “Go on, take off the blind fold!” Jervis said in an eager tone. When I was able to see there was a man walking away from me wearing a bunny mask that was unpleasant. “Leave now, I wish not to see you no more.” The burly looking man left the small ramshackled rotting room.

Across from me was Jervis with the biggest smile on his face and his hands clasped together in joy.

“I’m so glad you could attend this wonderful tea party Y/N! I’ve been longing for you to join me.” Jervis walked toward my end of the table that was cluttered with teapots and tea cups, cakes, cookies, and other things that looked as if they weren’t safe to eat. Jervis’s hand went my cheek staring at me with content and…obsession.

“J-Jervis, w-what’s going on?”

“Now Now Y/N, you know better, it’s Mad Hatter and there is no need for you to be frighten.”

“I’m not frighten, just…confused.” I looked him in the eye to make him believe me.

Jervis gave a wide smile removing his hand from my cheek and spreading them in the air. “Why, you’re just in time for tea! I prepared everything just for you!”

“F-for me?!” I replied startled at this.

“Yes!” Jervis then walked around the table gliding his hand on the surface. “You see, when I got out of that horrid place, I thought I was ‘cured’ by my little obsession but then when I saw little old you it clicked, and then when you spoke!” Jervis gasped. “Oh! When you spoke it was a dream come true! I then knew that I have found my Alice!” He rushed towards me on his knees and grabbed my hands. “You’ve been very sneaky dear, hiding from me for so long, I almost thought you didn’t exist!”

“I-I’m your Alice?” my shaky voice let out. His hand went up to my face ghosting his touch. I leaned in trying to feel his gloved hands.

“Of course. I honestly didn’t know why it took me this long to figure it out.” His eyes showed love and compassion. “My spirit would have died if I didn’t found you sooner. Oh dear! Where are my manners? Leaving you all tangled up like this while having a conversation.” The smallest pout went to his face as he stood and put his hands on his hips. Jervis untied my restraints. I stood up as well and looked at him. Without him even noticing I gave him a hug wrapping my arms around him in a tight squeeze.

“Now I know for sure you are my Alice. You haven’t ran away.” His hands were at my waist looking at me with those clear blue eyes.

“Why would I run away? We are having tea remember.” I said with a smile on my face. We let go of each other but held hands.

“Of course, let’s get to it shall we?” Jervis grew a giant smile his over bite showing more than usual. Holding on to his hand, I stopped Jervis from going any further.

“Jervis, just…wait.” Jervis turned to me with a look of concern, probably afraid of me changing my mind on all this. Coming nearer to him, I looked him in the eyes and said with a small smile “Just never change.” Nervously I gave him a small peck on the corner of his lip. Heat rose to his face with blush on both cheeks since he’s never been kissed before. Wide confused eyes looked at nothing but then fell on me. Quickly, without me noticing, he stole a kiss onto my lips and smiled down at me, his arm wrapped around my waist while my hand on his chest.

“Of course my dear. Anything for you.”

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dragon-kazansky · 5 years ago

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The hypnotist - Jervis Tetch x Reader

Summary: Jervis finds Alice and is happy to see you again, but things don’t quite go as planned.

Warnings: Implied incest... yeah.

Chapter 2 - Alice

The next morning you woke up to the news that Penguin, former king of Gotham and Arkham patient, was running for Mayor. He had challenged mayor James for candidacy on the up coming election, which was only put into motion once Penguin spoke up.

You knew Gotham as well as anyone, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise to hear Penguin would go off an seek power one way or another, but even his story on how he dealt with the Indian Hill breakout would make you vote for him.

You sigh as you walk down the street, choosing to ignore the posters for the election and get on with your day. You were on your way to see if Barbara had any work for you.

Yet, your mind could only think back to Jervis. He had left such an impression on you and you couldn’t hold back your smile at the very thought of him. You hoped he would find Alice soon, so you could see him again. You rolled your eyes at the very thought you had become so fond of a man you had only met days ago.

You reached the club, not failing to notice a lack of a sign outside. If the sign was gone, had Jervis found whether came for? You wondered if Jervis had found Alice and had left Gotham. Perhaps you were just a distraction for him while he searched for his sister, just someone to ease the worry.

You hurried inside hoping Barbara could shed some light.

Barbara was waiting for you, job in hand. She always handed you your work on a card, not wanting anyone to hear what she was requesting.

She smirked as you walked over, taking the cars from her hand and giving her dumbfounded look.

“Did you have a nice time yesterday?” She chuckled, giving you a sharp look. Her grin was as wide as can be.

“Yes, thank you very much. Can I go now?”

“Hold up! I want details.” She leaned in close hoping you would spill the beans to her, but you only rolled your eyes and stepped back, preferring to leave instead.

“Some other time. Hey, um, I noticed the sign had gone from outside. Has Jervis left?”

“Not that I am aware. You were with him last night, wouldn’t he have told you? You both seemed to be getting rather cosy with each other.” She gave a wicked grin.

“He didn’t say anything last night. Perhaps he found his sister after we parted ways yesterday. We had dinner rather early, right after I left here actually.” You looked away. You had hoped you would see him again.

“He was here last night. He still had a show to do, most likely why he took you out so early.”

“He was here? He didn’t even mention he had a show.” You wondered what else he wasn’t telling you.

“He has a lot on his mind, probably forgot. He left with Jim last night, called to cancel any further shows here. He didn’t mention his sister. Perhaps he’s still in town.” She suggested. “He seemed quite taken with you. I find it hard to believe he would leave without telling you.”

“Maybe Jim knows where he is then.”

“Go ask. The job can wait.” Barbara took the card back from your hand.

“Thanks Barb, I’ll be back to do your favour later.”

“No rush, now go.” She gave a wink and watched you leave the club.

You headed straight for Jim’s apartment, hoping he was in.

If Jervis had left town then so be it, but you would at least like to know. Sure, it was sad that he hadn’t told you, but maybe he just couldn’t. Finding Alice was his main objective after all.

You reached the apartment in no time, knocking quite urgently on the door. You cringed at how eager you were being.

The door sung open and Jim stared at you.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Jim, can you talk?”

“Actually, yeah I can. Come in.”

Jim moved to let you into the apartment. You remain standing as you watch his close the door and face you. He puts his hands on his lips and looks at you with a displeased expression.

“Is this about Tetch?”

“How did you know?”

“Because I was going to come to you to see if you had any idea where is. His number has been disconnected and I can’t find him…” Jim looked at your expression and sighed. “You were going to ask me if I had seen him.”

“I only want to know if he left town. Barb has taken down the show sign outside the club and he didn’t even say bye to me. Maybe he did find Alice.” You said thoughtfully.

“He didn’t.”

“Huh?”

“He hasn’t found Alice, not yet. I have though. Tetch is bad news. She doesn’t want anything to with him and…”

“What?”

“I think he may have hypnotised me.” Jim was watching you closely. He wasn’t sure how close you become to Jervis in the few days you had known him. He didn’t know what you would say.

“Explain.” You narrowed your gaze at him.

“I think Jervis hypnotised me last night. I went to the club to speak to him, to get answers, but he was being vague. He took me up to the rooftop to speak privately and hypnotised me. I almost jumped to my death. I think he still has a hold of me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Alice is afraid of him. He’s dangerous.”

“….are you sure?” You ask again. You find it a little hard to believe after the time you spent with him. He had been such a gentleman to you, though that night you went to see his show, you could tell from watching him that he was capable of some deeper power. Perhaps there was truth to Jim’s words.

“I’m sure.” He sighed. “Look, if you see him just be careful, tell me where he is.”

“Fine. I’ll be careful. I need to go. Barbara has a job for me.” You sighed, disappointed with the outcome of this visit. There was a part of you that was happy Jervis was still in town. At least he didn’t leave without telling you.

You head back to the club and pick up that job Barb had for you, ignoring all her questions. You glare at her as she pushes for answers.

“I didn’t find him, there. Is that what you wanted?”

Barbara rolls her eyes and doesn’t ask any more.

Before you leave Jim enters.

“Are you following me?”

“Not exactly.”

“Jim! What a surprise. What can I do for you?” Barbara grins at him. There is a glint in her eye as she stares him down.

“I came wondering if you had any idea where Tetch has gone. His number isn’t working.” Jim glanced your way.

“You don’t think I asked when I came in this morning?” You scoff at him. “Come on, Jim.”

“Jervis called in this morning. He cancelled his shows from now on… he also asked where he could find some muscle in Gotham.” Barbara shrugged

You shot your gaze to her.

“You didn’t mention that this morning.”

“Muscle?” Jim ignored your little outburst.

“He wanted someone with flair for some performance he’s putting together.”

“What did you tell him?”

“This is Gotham, we all have flair!” She giggled.

Jim rolled his eyes.

“Where did he go?”

Barbara told him she wasn’t exactly sure, she had given him a few options and he didn’t stay on the phone long enough to share his plans with her.

“Fine. Thanks.” Jim turned on his heel and began to leave, you left the bar where Barb was sitting and hurried to his side.

“Are you going to find him?”

“You’re not coming with me.”

“Jim!” You glared at him.

“He’s dangerous.”

“I still find it hard to believe. He was so sweet and kind to me. Sure, he seemed a little strange, like he has secrets, but I can’t judge him off what he seemed to be.”

“Fine then, I’m going to see Alice.”

Jim didn’t argue with you any more as you followed him out of the club, Barb yelling at you to remember her favour. You ignored her.

Jim took you to the GCPD, you furrowed your brow as he led you inside and straight up to the captain’s office.

“You arrested her?”

“She doesn’t want her brother to find her, she’ll be safe here. I need to ask her questions.” Jim enters the office first, you tag along wanting answers of your own.

“I need to speak to Alice.”

You stand by the door awkwardly, thinking it best to not get involved here. Captain Barnes already looked mad with Jim.

“Jim.”

“Please, I need to speak to her. I think her brother has done something to me.” Gordon kept glancing to side, unable to look his ex-captain in the eye for very long.

“Like what?”

“I think he hypnotised me last night… I keep having… thoughts.”

Barnes didn’t know what to say, he caught your gaze.

“Who are you?”

“A friend of Jervis Tetch… sort of.” You gave an awkward smile.

“Are you hypnotised too?”

“No! Not at all!” You felt a little bit offended at the idea of him thinking you a threat. If what Jim said was true than he had enough on his hands as is.

“She wants to speak to Alice too.” Jim piped up.

“She’s interrogation, you have five minutes, Jim.”

Jim thanked Barnes and you followed him out of the office to the interrogation room. Alice was sitting there handcuffed to the table.

You recognised her from the photo.

“Alice, I need you to tell me how to stop Jervis.” Jim sat across from her, you lingered by the door.

“I don’t know.”

“Alice… I need to know how to escape his spell.”

“The connection is normally broken when you break the trance.” Alice explains, glancing back at you every once in a while.

“I’m still under his spell… I need to stop him.”

“Usually there’s a trigger… what do you remember last?”

“He asked me if I could hear his watch ticking…” Jim realised that was it.

“That’s it then. Anything that resembles the ticking of his watch has you go under. He’s lingering onto something you feel, but would never give into.” Alice looked sorry for him. “Can I ask who you are?” She glanced back at you.

“Y/N, I’m sort of a friend of your brother. Jervis has been worried about you. He came all the way to Gotham to find you.” You got closer to the table.

“He can’t find me. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s used his power in you, hasn’t he?” Jim asked, grabbing her attention again.

“When we were younger he used it on me to keep me close. He never wanted us to be apart. Then when we got older he used it… for thoughts a brother should never have.” She looked down.

Jim cast a look your way.

“Jervis…. did that?”

Alice could only nod, not able to meet either of your gazes.

You felt your heart sink at the thought he would do that, especially to his sister.

You wanted say more, but the sound of music playing loudly from the precinct cut you off. All three of you turned to the door as you heard Jervis’ his voice. He had found her.

“He cant find me!” Alice looked to Jim for him.

“I’ll get you out of here.” Jim picked the lock on her handcuffs and grabbed her arm gently, leading her out of the room. You didn’t have any other options other to follow them quietly.

A part of you really wanted to see Jervis again. Maybe if you heard his side of the story, things would make more sense to you.

When you reach the precinct, what you can assume was the muscle Barbara had mention, were throwing officers around and holding off the exit. There really wasn’t much wriggle room for escape.

Jim was cut off by Jervis who stepped up in front of him. His eyes catching Alice.

“Hello dear sister.”

His eyes caught you behind her.

“Y/N. I was not expecting to see you here. I didn’t think I would see you again until I had Alice back.” He gave you that sweet smile he had given you the night you met. He liked so pleased to see you, despite the situation.

“Hello Jervis… I was worried you had left Gotham without saying goodbye. Then Jim told me something you did and I was hoping for answers.”

Jervis looked displeased with Jim as he glared at him slightly.

“I would love to stay and explain, but we really must go.” He turned to Alice.

Jim held up his gun and threatened to shoot him if he didn’t put his hands up. Jervis sighed and turned around, turning back with his watch in hand. The ticking of the watch clearly had an effect on Gordon's Jim couldn’t shoot him.

“You can’t do anything to me. You know you can’t, not in this state.” Jervis teased.

Jim tried so hard to get control again, but all he could do was yell for Alice to run.

She tried to run away, but the wrestler’s Jervis had hypnotised caught her. They began to take her outside. There really wasn’t much you could do to help as she called for Jim.

Jervis looked your way again, sorrow seemed to fill his dark gaze.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but I really must go.” He tipped his hat to you and left.

Before Jim could go after him, captain Barnes knocked Jim out, clearly worried about Jervis’ power over him. You stood there hopeless, looking down at Jim.

It had become more than clear from this exchange that Alice and Jim were telling the truth about Tetch, and the disappointment was heavy on your heart.

Why couldn’t you like someone normal for once?

Jim is taken to Doctor Thompkins and Harvey Bullock comes over to you, making sure you’re OK. You nod and let him take you up to the captain’s office.

You sit across from Barnes and rub a hand down your face.

"How long have you known Tetch? Do we need to be worried about you too?" Barnes asks, trying to sound as friendly and kind as he could.

"No, he came to Gotham for his sister, now he has her. I've only known him a few days, I hardly know him to be honest. I saw his show and we had dinner together, that's all." You gave a shrug.

Barnes was happy with your answer and nodded.

"We got one of the brothers Jervis had hypnotised to over take the GCPD, I'll see if he feels like talking." Harvey excused himself from the office.

"If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to ask." Barnes offers.

"I'm fine, actually I want to ask what will happen with Jim?"

"We need to find out where Tetch has gone with the girl. We need him to help Jim too, unless you know how to break the hold Tetch had on him."

"I don't, sorry. When you find Tetch... can I go? I want to talk to him." You leaned forward, concern written all over your face.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Please," you begged, "I need answers."

"Why should I let you near him?"

"I'm his friend, he might talk to me."

Barnes didn't say anything. You apologised for your outburst and excised yourself from the office.

"Hey." Harvey had just come out of the interrogation room as you made down the steps.

"Did you find out anything?" You hurried over and met him halfway across the room. He glanced up to make sure Barnes didn't see as he guided you outside.

"I know where Tetch is hiding, but first we need to get Jim. He's being escorted home, but Lee told me where they were going and I tipped off his escort to meet up with us. Let's grab Jim and go before Barnes catches on."

You nodded and kept up with Harvey, climbing into his car once you were outside.

Harvey drove to the meeting point and you both leaned against the car, waiting. The van that Jim was riding in backed up not long after. The doors opened and Jim stepped out, seeing you both waiting.

"I know where Tetch is hiding." Harvey looked at Jim smugly.

"What is this?" He looked between you both.

"Harvey pulled some strings." You smiled at him. "Can we go now? Barnes will find out where Tetch is sooner or later."

Harvey freed Jim from his cuffs and you all climbed into the car, heading for the warehouse Jervis was hiding in.

You trailed behind Jim as you went inside.

The whole building was filled with circus type equipment. It looked like a carnival had been stored away, there were games to one side and stuffed animals on the other. It was rather eerie and creepy.

Music was playing up above and the three of you made your way up there quietly.

You heard Jervis talking to Alice, she was talking back at him. You caught a glimpse of what he was doing to her. Using syringes and taking blood samples from her.

"I won't leave again." She muttered to him.

"You won't now that you know other people will pay the price if you do." He brushed some hair to the side of her face, she flinched away from his touch.

"Stop right there Tetch!" Jim crawled out from where you had both been standing and aimed his gun at the hatter. "Let her go!"

"I can't do that Jim." Jervis hides behind Alice out of sight from Jim's aim. "If you let me leave with my sister, my dear Alice, I'll free you from that nasty little impulse. Maybe you could live a long happy....well, long life." Jervis grinned.

Jim's hand wavered.

"Let her go and you live. That's the deal.

"One question: do you hear that?"

The sound of ticking filled the air.

Jervis' hypnotised men shoot at Jim when he lowers his gun, Jervis clearly in his mind. You duck out of the line of fire and move a little closer to where Jervis and Alice were.

Harvey fires back at them.

Jervis grabs Alice, pulling her close to his chest and out of the line of fire, moving closer to you, not that he has done so intentionally.

"We both know what you really want!" Jervis urges on. He has Jim right where he wants him. "You want to be free, free from the pain, and you can be."

Jim stands there quietly, battling with his demons on the inside.

"Stop fighting and let go."

The hand with the gun begins to rise slowly. You're actually worried he will do it. You didn't want to believe that the wonderful man you had met the other night was really capable of doing such a thing, but this was all the proof you ever needed.

The ticking is continues as everyone falls silent.

Then in an angry burst of rage Jim calls out.

"NO!"

He gains control of himself and points the gun at Jervis once again. You could tell he had freed himself from the clutches of Tetch's power. Only Jim would be strong enough to break free of it by himself.

You backed away from the siblings so you wouldn't be caught in the fire line.

Jim fires the gun, but he has aimed it to the Metronome behind Tetch, narrowly missing him. The ticking stops.

Gunfire blasts from both sides as you duck out of the way.

"Well well, Mister Gordon breaks my spell!" Jervis calls out in glee. Alice smiles at Jim, impressed.

His dark gaze shifts from Alice to you and he smiles.

"I'm sorry you were caught up in this my dear, I had so hoped things were different." He sounded so kind and sweet.

"I think it's time we bid this foul city our goodbyes." Jervis looks down at his sister once more.

"No!" Alice breaks free from his hold and stands closer to the edge of the platform. Jervis turns to hold her again, calling her name. "I'll never go with you!"

"How do you say such things? We belong together, you know that. I love you!" He says urgently.

"You're insane!" She pushes at Jervis, but falls backwards in the process. Jervis reaches out for her in mass panic as she falls from the platform.

"NO!!" He stands there, looking down at her impaled body on a pole. Her blood dripping down.

You cover your mouth in shock. Alice really didn't want to be any where near her brother. Death was her escape in the end.

One of Jervis' men comes to him drags him away, still shooting at Gordon.

"You killed her!" Jervis yells. "You killed her!"

You catch his gaze as he dragged away and your mind conflicted. His whole reason for coming to Gotham was gone and he was distraught. Your heart ached at the sound of his yelling.

Then he was gone.

The GCPD arrived bot long after Tetch left and closed off the scene. You were stood with Harvey, trying to ignore Alice's body as she moved. The team were suited up, making sure no one had direct contact with her blood.

Captain Barnes approached Harvey, unhappy with what happened here. They argued for a while, Harvey ending it with saying he wouldn’t of turned his back on Jim.

You got between them and looked at Barnes.

"Could I have a lift home? Please?"

"I'll take you." Harvey spoke up. "Come on."

The ride home was quiet. Your eyes remained focused on the surroundings of the city, thoughts racing through your head.

You were sure now you wouldn't ever see Jervis again, a part of you was happy after what he had done, but another part of you lingered with hope. You really did like him.

You bid goodbye to Harvey and went inside your apartment, heading straight for the sofa. You turned the TV on to hear that Penguin had won the election, but you zoned out after that.

Your mind could only focus on him.

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villainau · 6 years ago

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both aus / general

very soft hair when it’s not styled but you can’t touch it unless you’ve caught him when he’s sleepy and/or just waking up because you will be assassinated

his uncle’s surname is trumble so tbh valeska probably wasn’t lila’s real surname. she’d have changed it to sound more “exotic” in the circus. but let’s thank god for that and the fact that the twins are valeskas

doesn’t tend to lie because he’s more the “cruel honesty” type, but is a very good liar when he does - not as good as jeremiah because lying was always jeremiah’s forte, but jerome can easily put on an act or think up a story on the spot with enough detail to make it convincing

can easily go days without sleeping, and when he does fall asleep it’s only in his actual bed like 40% of the time

throws all of his red clothes in with jeremiah’s white clothes for washing constantly

swears so often. can easily say “fucking” twice in one sentence and throws one use of “shit” in there for good measure

no short sleeves outside ever. in private maybe, but not for long

his favourite colour is red, but he actually kinda likes pink too, especially hot pink

his first word was “miah”

villain au

lowkey hates being touched from behind e.g. pats on the back, a hand on his shoulder, etc, especially unexpectedly (and just hates the feeling of being snuck up on in general). he’ll stiffen like hell and the only people who can get away with it without him reflexively whacking their hands off of him are jeremiah and bruce, but they tend not to do it anyway because they can tell he doesn’t like it

absolutely had a super embarrassing doodle of a heart in his diary with “j + b” inside it, along with some v crude scribbles of things like him and bruce holding hands and them stabbing someone

Scary Kinks tbh. knives, pain (both others’ and his), blood, whatever, he has very little sense of limits. he is honestly not above even sticking a gun in your mouth if that’s what he’s feelin’. he’s only done that with bruce once, during the rebellious phase and the early days of the physical stuff, when he was still pushing limits and seeing how far bruce was really willing to go here and there weren’t a ton of Romo Feelings involved; he’d straddled bruce on a chair and he put the barrel of a pistol to bruce’s mouth, expecting nervousness or panic or some kind of reaction along those lines - but bruce just maintained steady eye contact and opened his mouth slightly, with no fear and watching him right back, which basically resulted in jerome thinking oh and yep, brucie’s something alright, grinning and throwing the gun off to the side to be ignored while they got on with Things. he wouldn’t do that with bruce anymore though - as dangerous as their lives generally are and as much as he loves that, he’s far less willing to go carelessly pointing loaded guns at bruce himself these days

does not like being tied up during NSFW Activities because he hates feeling confined/trapped and not being able to move his arms and not feeling in control because it’s too vulnerable, but bruce being tied up is Another Matter Entirely

lowkey praise kink. will either tell you to shut up or find Ways to distract you from talking if you actually try it, but is secretly kinda into it because he requires positive feedback in Most Things

identifies as bi but really couldn’t give a flying fuck about gender. if you’re fun and you can give him a good time, the rest is background noise

is annoyed when people are taller than him, so he avoids standing directly next to people who are too often (but on the other hand really likes standing next to shorter people because he likes to make it obvious that he Wins)

takes the fact that jonathan is the only person in the team taller than him as a personal threat. once idly mused to him about the possibility of sawing off his feet so he could be superior and just got a very deadpan try it. look and decided “…….maybe some other time”. it was probably a joke anyway. like 90%.

despite having a boyfriend who wears black almost exclusively, he pretty much never wears black himself. he’ll occasionally wear dark suits or one item of black clothing or whatever, but he always has something in his outfit with colour and tends to go for brightness over anything else

sends awful memes in the team group chat at 3am and no one thinks they’re funny except him and jervis. sometimes ivy does, and she occasionally sends a nice response even if she doesn’t just to be polite, but other times they are just Too Bad even for her

does also pm ivy Nice Things that remind him of her though, and these she does like. he also sends her random pictures of animals and flowers w captions like “is it just me or does this beanstalk kinda look like jonathan” and she can’t help giggling a lil at some of them and then feeling bad for it

master of the ironic “UWU” and “OWO” emojis and everyone else hates it

him and jervis are the only people jonathan actually responds to on the phone (other people can call him but he’ll just silently listen to what you have to say and then hang up, so it’s in the air whether he even heard you or not) and he finds it disproportionately funny that jonathan once answered the phone with “whomst.” instead of “hello”

he never self-harmed in the sense of cutting, but he also doesn’t have the same reservations about causing himself pain that others do, so he’s done things like put out cigarettes on his wrists/hands, test the sharpness of knives on himself, etc. and physical pain can be something of a release for him

generally fearless, but he was genuinely scared of his mother, uncle and the men his mother had over - killing lila and zach helped with a lot of this and made him feel like he’d won. he still gets a little on edge when someone reminds him of them in speech/appearance/personality, but he’s more likely to use it as an opportunity to prove to himself that he has power over the memory of lila/zach and that they can’t hurt him anymore by getting one over on the person in question too

in the very early stages of the abuse, he coped with it by believing that his mother loved him no matter what and clung to the hope that it would all stop one day and she’d sober up and love him properly. it sinking in that she didn’t love him at all and that it was never going to change was one of the things that ended up contributing to his eventual psychotic break

what is a stable self-esteem? jerome doesn’t know. can go from calling himself garbage to calling himself a god in .0002 seconds

tried to strangle an arkham therapist once because she brought up his childhood abuse and kept pushing him to talk about it and he just lost it. after that, all attempts at therapy for him were dropped

has an uncomfortable amount of knowledge about how to set broken bones and put in dislocated joints because there were times in the circus when things got really really bad and he should have gotten hospital treatment, but obviously nobody would have taken him, so he had to learn to do even the serious shit himself. early on, he came dangerously close to seriously fucking himself up and making his injuries worse more than once thanks to his amateur first attempts at fixing them

people in the circus were kinda-sorta aware of what went on with his mother, but basically just didn’t care; it wasn’t their business

touch-starved. one of the reasons he reacts so strongly the times when bruce is super gentle with him is because literally no one has ever just touched him softly before (and generally he isn’t used to being touched at all without pain immediately following) so at first it’s almost too much

generally isn’t affected by his facial scars and isn’t self-conscious about them at all, but is very used to other people finding them scary/unpleasant so was genuinely thrown off-balance the first time bruce traced them and called him beautiful

surprisingly, he can actually cook - he had to make his own food a lot in the circus when he was younger, it was either that or scrounge from the circus food stalls, bc lila sure as hell wasn’t making him meals - he just chooses not to anymore because, frankly, he can’t be bothered

he and bruce don’t really ever say “i love you” in so many words. they know what they have going on, so why would they need to verbalise it all the time when they already know it’s there? jerome’s really not into that kind of thing anyway, and honestly bruce isn’t the most emotionally open person either. bruce was the first of them to acknowledge and accept how he felt, and never denied it when asked by someone else, but he knows jerome and his background and thus never said it first in order to avoid pushing him into territory that may be uncomfortable for him. but the first time either of them said the words to the other, it came, surprisingly, from jerome, spur-of-the-moment - one of the nights he spends in the city with bruce alone, doing the dark shit they do. at one point, bruce slit a man’s throat in a particularly vicious way; jerome was at his shoulder, watching how he did it, and it came out without him really meaning it to: “god, i fucking love you.” bruce might not need to hear it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good when he does - he made sure jerome had no chance of trying to play it off as a joke by turning around and promptly distracting him with a kiss. ...blood-covered and all.

has some experience with sleeping rough because sometimes lila would just kick him out because she didn’t want to see him that night, so he had to crash with someone else in the circus if they took pity on him or find somewhere else on the grounds/surrounding streets. he’d venture back a couple of days later when he knew she was out, and she’d come back and see he was there - she wouldn’t say anything and would basically just blank him, and that was the cue that he was safe to say

used to cry a lot and got called a crybaby by other kids in the circus when he was very young. over time, he taught himself to laugh whenever he felt like crying, and it got to the point where it was just an ingrained thing, so instead of breaking down and crying, he would get half-involuntary laughing fits instead. he got into a mindset of “everything is hilarious if you just think about it for long enough” as another coping method, because why should he be sad when everything in the world and everything that is happening to him is so damn funny?

doesn’t happen often, but very occasionally he sleep-talks and says some weird shit and bruce is just like “……..Alright.” he never remembers this in the morning

sleeping position varies depending on the time period. he’s either curled up on the very edge of the bed and taking up as little space as possible without falling off, or he’s sprawled out over the entire thing, and there’s no in-between. the ‘taking up no space’ thing is left over from childhood, but bruce notices this and the longer he’s with bruce and the more comfortable he gets with him (and the more it sinks in that, no, there will not be Consequences if he just lets himself relax - because he does a great job most of the time of not showing any vulnerability over his childhood, but when it comes to night-time and sleeping with someone else there, old habits and fears kick in a little at first), the more he just becomes The Most Fidgety Sleeper Ever. bruce gets smacked awake by his arm in his face a few times, but he has figured out a Solution - if he intertwines his fingers with jerome’s or shifts jerome’s arm down to his waist or something, jerome will just latch onto him in his sleep because warmth. no mentions of this in the morning allowed though, and he was definitely not cuddling, never call it that, he can’t control what he does when he’s asleep, BRUCE

still has nightmares sometimes - nights are when he’s at his most vulnerable basically, so bruce knows damn well that jerome letting him see that side of him is a gesture of trust

is lowkey intimidated by ecco because that girl picked his ass up when he was unconscious and dead weight, so she could absolutely pick him up while he’s fully awake, and that’s just too much strength for such a tiny woman. he will never admit this. tries to scare her instead because he has a reputation to uphold and is eternally annoyed about the fact that she doesn’t seem at all affected (but he’s convinced that she’s just hiding her fear really well)

high school au

climbs through bruce’s window a lot unnecessarily because he doesn’t want alfred to open the door. alfred usually finds out he’s there anyway, so he would be perfectly fine just going to bruce’s house the normal way, but he likes to pretend that he’s being sneaky and thus cool

watches a lot of stand-up comedy but is also the world’s worst critic and constantly makes comments about how he “could have made that joke better” or “there was a better way to word that”, which is what originally kickstarts the idea of going into comedy himself

………hm………. concept………. jerome w a pierced tongue………

watched twilight “ironically”. team edward if he had to choose, but thinks both edward and jacob are idiots and will get into an argument about this. will also legitimately debate about vampires vs werewolves. thinks that there should have been a big bloody fight at the end where everyone died, because if there is no violence/gore it’s a shit movie, this is a non-negotiable rule of his

has a fondness for gross/creepy creatures. he’s not at all scared of spiders and will kidnap the bigger ones in glasses and attempt to keep them until jeremiah (and later bruce) makes him put it outside. he’ll straight-up pick up a spider and let it run across his hands while other people scream about it

before bruce and elijah come along and before things start to change, he’s essentially living for jeremiah. if it weren’t for the fact that he has to look out for jeremiah and would never leave him in that environment alone and the fact that they promised each other they would always be there for each other no matter what, jerome’s lack of self-preservation would be a lot worse than it is bc without that to keep him tied to something he just wouldn’t care

when they were very little, the twins had a habit of sneaking into each other’s beds to sleep at night, usually after it had been a bad day with their mother and something had happened. they grew out of it when they got a little older, especially jerome once he stopped being so open with vulnerability/affection, but it was still a comfort that they slept near each other thanks to their caravan being too small for anything else so they knew the other was close-by. once jerome developed a habit of sneaking out at nights, this was also how jeremiah would often hear him leaving or would wake up and immediately notice he was gone

no one will play mario kart with him anymore because he gets ridiculously competitive and ruthless and he has no honour. he will shove you off of your seat so he can overtake you while you’re still getting up.

the only people who can tell him and jeremiah apart by voice alone are bruce and elijah. if anyone else calls their apartment, it’s just impossible to immediately work out who’s answered the phone at first unless they throw in a really obvious mannerism. if the person who picked up the phone is speaking with their mouth full and answered with “yo wassup”, it’s probably jerome. that or jeremiah’s finally broken.

speaking of phone calls, jerome is a nightmare when jeremiah is expecting a work call. if jerome gets to the phone first, it’s just: “is - is this mr. valeska?” “…you’re gonna have to be more specific, pal.” “…the j. valeska that i was supposed to call–?” “nope, pause, do better than that.” then the caller has to wait on the line while they hear “[muffled voice in the distance] JEROME, IS THAT THE CALL I SAID WAS IMPORTANT” “i dunno, maybe. i wasn’t really listening” “i SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO ANSWER THE PHONE IF IT RANG WHILE I WAS SHOWERING” and then vague sounds of clattering and voices before they get a flustered jeremiah on the line like “i am so sorry”

jerome is by far the messier twin, so his room is always a heap of dirty clothes and food packets and empty bottles/cans, but jeremiah can get really fixated on his work so his computer desk and his work-spaces are just full of papers and documents and empty coffee mugs. whenever he gets on at jerome about cleaning up after himself, jerome’s like [WILL SMITH POSE @ JEREMIAH’S DESK] WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSE

jerome and elijah have been to the hospital so many times because of the stupid shit they do that they’re basically on a first-name basis with a bunch of the doctors and nurses. whenever they come in, it’s like “oh, what have you boys done now?” (but really the nurses all love them bc they’ve charmed them and their stories about what happened this time are always hilarious)

bruce cooks sometimes and jerome “helps”, by which i mean he sits at the kitchen counter and just gossips to him, plays on his phone and/or watches him without actually lifting a finger to do anything - until he gets bored and things end up burning because bruce gets Distracted. eventually bruce enlists him to help chop vegetables and stir things because if he’s here, he can be useful, and jerome’s like “hmm what do i get in return?” so they develop a barter system where [x] activity gets jerome [x] amount of kisses and thus things actually get done while satisfying both of them without too much distraction. the only issue being that jerome keeps a) raising his prices and b) insisting on getting rewards for the most ridiculous shit now, like passing a bag of carrots over the counter because it’s just “SO MUCH UNPAID LABOUR, BRUCE”

still has moments where he reflexively flinches if someone significantly older/bigger/taller than him moves too quickly or suddenly, though people around his size/age or less are fine

is actually more self-conscious about his burnt hand than he lets on. he puts on a front like it doesn’t bother him, but the fact that he’s usually wearing fingerless gloves or has a bandage wrapped around it or has his sleeves pulled over his hands when he can’t have either of those says something. he actually managed to keep bruce and elijah from seeing it for quite a while, since that would have been harder to explain away than other things - they noticed he usually had his hands covered but didn’t think it was for a particular reason beyond it being a Jerome Quirk. one of the most notable things that happens in the future when things start to improve is that he stops wearing the gloves and eventually actually lets bruce hold that hand, whereas before if bruce tried he’d usually pull away and switch sides so bruce could hold the other

the others convinced him to see a therapist after he was officially diagnosed and unexpectedly he agreed (mostly to get everyone off his back), and he was assigned to a relatively young woman called bee. he didn’t expect it to accomplish anything and basically spent the first few sessions being an uncooperative shit and turning everything back on her and giving her smartass answers to her questions. it took a long while, but she eventually proved to be Cool and Funny enough for him to start warming up to her - which didn’t mean he was any more cooperative with the therapy side of things, but it did mean he started to use the phone number she gave him to text her about completely unrelated things in the vein of “holy shit bee you’re not gonna believe what miah just did”. she went along with it and their sessions morphed into jerome mostly giving her Gossip or them having casual conversations - but girl knew what she was doing. he gradually started to talk about bruce, jeremiah and elijah, about his relationship, about school, about the circus, and eventually opened up more about certain things that happened. he never quite got to the point of discussing his feelings about the abuse in-depth (though he did end up telling her a fair amount abt how he felt about bruce) but all in all therapy ended up having a positive effect on him, though bee was v talented at letting him think he wasn’t really giving her much info and that every realisation he came to during their sessions was down to him alone and not because he was talking things through with someone

likes hugs/cuddling/hand-holding much more than he will ever let on

never completely stops smoking, but he does tone it down after they all leave high school. he’ll smoke with other people and sometimes when he’s really bored or waiting for someone, but it’s not one of his first methods of passing the time anymore. trying to get him to stop drinking is a lost cause, though.

#t: original #ch: jerome valeska

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projectbadboy-blog · 7 years ago

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Hauling my backpack up my shoulder I jumped off the bus and looked at the scene in front of me. The same school I once used to attend four years ago was still standing tall. The walls now repainted from peach to a pearly white color that complimented the tall blue tinted windows, the trees and bushes were well kept looking full and green. There were students walking in groups, some laughing the others trying to fill their friends with the latest scoop and what not. "Not much of a change here I guess." Duke spoke reading the expression on my face once he got off the bus himself. "It does feel the same." I chuckled. "Come on let's go inside, we've got ten minutes until the first class starts and you need to get a locker and the timetable and that might take some time so let's hurry, I also have a presentation in the first period." he nodded his head towards the entrance. He has a presentation? What if he gets late because of me? I can do this on my own, I mean I've been here before and it's not my first time in this school. "Hey why don't you go ahead and prepare for that presentation you have? I'll go to the reception on my own, it's not really the first time I've been here I'm sure I can find my way around." I smiled reassuringly as we walked towards the glass doors. Duke furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you sure about that?" "Yes I'm sure." I let out a laugh. "Oh okay, I'll see you around then." he smiled. "Yep bye, oh and good luck with the presentation!" "I don't need luck!" He said sounding annoyed. "Haha okay fine, do well." We then parted ways as I began heading over to the receptionist sitting behind her desk. The interior of the place still looked the way it used to, pearly white tiles and beige walls. "Excuse me, I'm a transfer student and I need a timetable and a locker." I smiled at the receptionist, she had brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, not even a strand out of place. She looked like she was in her early forties but who am I to judge? "May I have your name Miss Transfer Student?" she chuckled a little. I laughed sheepishly at my silliness, I'm so stupid I forgot to tell her my name, that's not embarrassing at all right? "It's Camilla Jervis." I replied still smiling feeling embarrassed. "Alright just a moment." she began clicking and typing away on her laptop and I stood there looking around me. The trophies sitting in the shelfs had increased and so had the certificates that were hung on one corner of one of the walls. "Ah yes, Camilla," she pulled out a sheet of paper from one of the stacks at her desk and scribbled something down on it, "here you go. That's the timetable according to the subjects you chose which happen to be the science stream and that's the pin for your locker. If there's anything else you need you can always come back to the reception." she slid the paper over to my direction and I grabbed it and thanked her then left the reception and took a look at my time table. Looks like it'll be a busy day today, sighing I put my timetable into my bag and started skimming through the locker numbers looking for the right one; 201. 112... 146... 171... 199... 201! Found it, the lockers have gotten an upgrade, we first used to be given keys but now it seems tho we get a pin to unlock them. I began punching in the digits and tried opening it but it wouldn't budge. I tried again but still nothing. What is this monstrosity!? At this rate I'll be late and not to mention it's the very first day of school some impression I'll be leaving on my teacher. I tried again but still nothing. "Hey, do you need some help?" My head whipped towards the direction of the voice, there was a girl walking towards me. She had pastel pink hair tied into a messy bun and she was wearing a deep necked plain baggy gray shirt with a pair of leggings that had a paint splattered pattern on them. "The locker wouldn't budge." I said letting out a laugh. "Yeah I know, you need to twist the handle real hard." She turned the handle then grinned at me when the locker opened up. "Oh thank you so much I thought I was gonna get late for class!" I said grinning. "By the way I'm Ymir. She stuck her hand out for me to shake and I took it. "The name's Camilla but you can call me Cam too." "That's a cool name, so what are you having for the first period?" "Here take a look yourself." I said handing her my timetable. She skimmed over it before her lips parted. "Would you look at that, you and I are having a lot of classes together, it's best if we start becoming friends now." she laughed and I laughed along with her. "Come on lets get you to class, we've got Biology for our first period and as boring as this subject sounds, Ms. Carla really knows how to make it interesting."she finished with the usher of her hand and I started to walk alongside her towards our class. Walking into the class, I noticed there was no teacher in the class yet and walked over to an empty seat and let myself settle there getting weird looks in the process. I sat there looking out the window until minutes after somebody entered. "Good morning class," I ripped my gaze off the scenery outside to look at the woman standing in the front of the classroom behind the teachers desk, she had her hands on the table smiling, "I hope you had an awesome vacation and I'm happy to see most of you here today. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Carla and I'm your biology teacher so you guys are gonna be stuck with my for this year." she ended with a chuckle and I felt myself smile at what she said. I guess this year isn't gonna be so bad. ~~~ The day flew by so fast, it's already break. Ymir was right, biology wasn't boring at all with this teacher– what was her name again? ... Great, I forgot. I quickly placed my books into my locker and decided to head towards the cafeteria, I didn't get a chance to talk to Duke as he was sitting on the other side of the world during maths and so far that's the only class we've had together. I grabbed some food and sat on one of the tables that were left unoccupied and began to eat and the next thing I knew somebody slammed their tray of food on the opposite side of the table, "When I first heard that Camilla was back I didn't actually believe it because I thought she'd tell me first but look at you!" Looking up from my food, my eyes landed on the girl standing in front of me, she had a red jacket on top of her plain white shirt, a pair of marine blue skinny jeans paired with red wedged converse. Her hair was blond and perfectly curled reaching below her shoulders and her face – don't even get me started – it was caked with a lot of makeup. "Err– do I know you?" I gave her a genuinely confused look. Her eyes went wide and her hands dramatically clutched her chest, "Oh my heart! I knew this day would come where you'll forget me! I knew it! after going to Dubai you totally forgot about me didn't you?!" "Umm..." I internally cringed at the amount of attention my table was now getting and whispers began to rise in the cafeteria. "Why don't you sit down and we can talk about this properly?" "Sit down?!" she scoffed. "I am so disappointed in you! You actually forgot your best friend, your partner in crime, the girl who'd always scold you like your mother! You completely forgot about me!" she started to sob dramatically. Woman, you're already nagging at me like my mum. "Look I really don't know you, maybe you've mistook me for some other Camilla, I'm sure there are a lot of other Camillas lying around in different parts of this school... or better yet different parts of the world." She suddenly turns toward the girl standing beside her – I didn't even notice her presence, Ymir was standing there with a poker face she then gave me an acknowledging look. "Do you hear her talking? She says she doesn't know me." she enveloped Ymir in a tight hug and sobbed harder whereas Ymir uncomfortably patted her back afraid that if she did anything wrong the blonde would pull her neck off. "Meredith, Meredith Collins." she suddenly pulls away and throws those words at me. "Woah, woah, woah, how do you know that name?" And that's when it hit me hard. This was the girl whom I would do every kind of crazy thing with, we'd never look prim and proper, wearing bright colours and a lot of make up was a no-no and now look at her all dolled up. "Meredith you stupid girl what is wrong with you!? what happened to your clothes, your short hair, and oh my Lord, your face!" I emphasized the last bit. She immediately grinned forgetting she was trying to be mad at me. "Do you like it? I like dressing up now I mean its so cool what makeup can d to you, don't you think?" "You traitor." I said narrowing my eyes. Ymir on the other hand kept looking between us not understanding what we were going on about. "It's a long story." I looked at her and laughed and her lips formed an 'o' letting out an awkward laugh. "But seriously, how could you not remember me, just because I now like dressing up doesn't mean I got a plastic surgery done and you can't recognise me anymore." "Well you do look different." "You have gotten pretty too." she smiled. "Mer I never said that you looked pretty and hold on– did you just say that I used to look ugly before?" "Mhm." the two of them had settled down an had began to eat, Ymir nibbling on her sandwich and Meredith sophisticatedly continued eating her chicken salad, I looked down at my plate at my half eaten slice of pepperoni pizza then looked back at Meredith who was talking on about something with Ymir sitting beside her completely engrossed in her phone. Just what have you become Meredith? ~~~ Once again, I'd really love your feedback 😄

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thedreammweaver · 4 years ago

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Flamingoes Have Nineteen (Burton-schumacherverse riddlebird hurt/comfort)

Warnings: fatphobic comments/teasing mention, diet mention, calories mention, temporary break up, drinking, asshole Ed is an asshole

Oswald’s sobbing was interrupted by a loud pounding at the door. His brow furrowed as he took his head out of his hands and wiped his eyes. The room was spinning a little as he got up, the drinking he’d been doing that night starting to catch up to him. He grabbed one of his umbrellas on the way to the door, the one that shot fire, just in case the visitor was Ed so he could burn the tall man to a crisp right then and there. He knew he would never be able to actually do that but the thought of it made him feel better.

When Oswald opened the door he was surprised to see the bat standing there a bit awkwardly. “I need your help.” He muttered.

Oswald laughed “Yeah right.”

“Please.” Batman said it as more of a demand than a plea. Oswald rolled his eyes as he put the umbrella down and opened the door so Batman could come in. Batman pulled a small box and a piece of paper out from somewhere under his cape “Ed’s had me on a wild goose chase for who knows what and...this clue has stumped me. I was thinking since you were so close maybe you’d be able to make sense of it.” Oswald frowned at the mention of Ed which Batman picked up on immediately “I know it’s a lot to ask since you two just split but..could you just take a look?”

Oswald growled as he relented and took the note from Batman. He could see that the box was sealed with a number pad so supposedly there was a code hidden in the black piece of paper. All that was on it was a pink question mark with a weird point at the end of it’s curl. “Gimme that.” Oswald pointed to the small box and Batman handed it to him. He punched in the code and handed it back to the bat in about two seconds flat. “How did you..”

“The question mark is colored and shaped like a flamingo. Flamingoes’ necks have nineteen vertebrae therefore the code is nineteen, obviously.” Batman rolled his eyes at the implied jab at his intelligence as he opened the box. He scoffed, handing it back to Oswald “It’s for you.” He gave a snide wave before walking back towards the door “...fucking unbelievable..” Oswald heard him mumble. The words ‘beat it, batsy’ Were scrawled into the bottom of the lid to the box. In the box was a small penguin folded out of paper with a note that said ‘I’m sorry’ around it’s neck. Oswald threw the box and note on the floor angrily, deciding to toss them out in the morning.

Oswald was still stewing as he crawled into bed after having a few more glasses of wine. He couldn’t believe Ed expected to be forgiven that easily. What he’d done was still making Ozzie’s heart ache as he turned over to go to sleep.

The amount of flowers and peace offerings that were piling up at Oswald’s door was starting to get overwhelming. It was just making Oswald more upset, Ed thinking he could fix what he’d done with just presents. That was until Ed had started sending confectionaries as that was a specific sign Ed had stopped being such a jerk or was at least pretending. On the inside off a box of cupcakes was a note telling Ozzie to meet Ed on the stone bridge near the old zoo. Oswald had half a mind to snub him but he found himself compelled to go.

Ed bounced on his heels nervously as Oswald waddled up to the bridge. Their time apart had been such a harsh awakening for him and he hoped Oswald would forgive him though realistically he couldn’t see how the other man could. “What the fuck do you want, Nygma?” Oswald growled, wanting to get this over with. “You, I want you.” Ed fumbled. Oswald just glared at the taller man which pushed him to ramble “I was- what I said was stupid and I- you’re happy with yourself and that should’ve just made me happy for you instead of trying to change things and I just- I really want you back.” Oswald still looked unamused. Ed continued “Please, can we just-“ Ed was interrupted quite suddenly by Oswald charging him and pushing him over the side of the bridge. He’d barely managed to catch himself on the edge and was now hanging there but was still in shock especially since he knew that Oswald knew he couldn’t swim “Oswald!-“

“Say sorry!” Oswald yelled. It only now occurred to Ed that he hadn’t actually said those words. “I-I’m sorry! Oswald, please I’m slipp-“

“Sorry for what?”

“W-What???”

“SORRY FOR WHAT?!?”

Ed was panicking as he looked down at the river below “T-Trying to pressure you into dieting and-and bothering you about your caloric intake!”

“And??”

“...and joking about the size of your underwear behind your back to Jervis and Jonathan...I’m sorry, Oswald, I really really am!! Please, I’m gonna fucking fal-“ Ed was interrupted by Oswald grumpily pulling him back up onto the bridge. “Do you mean that?” He asked. Ed nodded “Yes! Yes! I wouldn’t change a thing about you now. You’re beautiful, Ozzie, I don’t know how I didn’t see that before...” Oswald pondered for a second, looking Ed up and down “You’re goddamn right I’m beautiful, dumbass.” He grabbed Ed’s hand and started leading him out of the zoo. “Wait, so you’re taking me back?”

Oswald rolled his eyes “Duh, you owe me a lot of groveling and cuddles to make up for your stupidity.” There was fondness bleeding through Oswald’s angry tone which made the tension in Ed’s shoulders finally release.

#oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #the penguin #the riddler #riddlebird

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