#Jervis Tetch Arkham City

[knoepfl]

Down the Rabbit Hole

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter): The eccentric, slightly unhinged villain from the Arkham series. Jervis is obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, driven by his twisted interpretation of the story and haunted by his delusions. Despite his darkness, he holds an undeniable fascination and affection for the reader, seeing her as his "Alice."

Reader: Jervis’s "Alice" in his eyes, a woman who’s strong yet gentle enough to navigate his chaotic world. She cares for Jervis, understanding his inner turmoil, and is willing to indulge his fantasy, hoping to bring him a sense of calm in his madness.

Masterlist

Words: 718

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The eerie glow of the dimly lit room cast shadows across the walls, the warped Wonderland paraphernalia twisting into strange shapes that almost seemed to move in the darkness. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself as you stepped further into Jervis’s lair, where clocks and hats adorned nearly every inch of the walls. It was unsettling to most, but you had come to know the man behind the madness—the Jervis who lived in the shadows and felt most at home in his own peculiar Wonderland.

Jervis was waiting, his eyes lighting up with delight the moment he spotted you. His grin stretched wide, but there was a gentleness in his expression reserved only for you. “My dear, my Alice,” he cooed, his voice taking on a honeyed tone. “Oh, how you brighten this dismal place.” His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

You managed a small smile, approaching him carefully. “You wanted to see me, Jervis?”

“Yes, yes,” he said quickly, nodding with excitement. He turned, gesturing toward a chair with an elaborate Victorian-style garment bag draped over it. “I… I have something for you. I thought—no, I hoped—you’d wear it… just for me.” He swallowed, his eyes darting back to you with an anxious, almost pleading look.

Walking over to the bag, you reached out, revealing a powder-blue dress with a white apron, a perfect replica of Alice’s dress. A part of you was startled by how much effort he’d put into finding something so accurate, yet it touched you that he cared enough to bring his vision to life with you in mind.

Taking a breath, you nodded. “All right, Jervis. I’ll be your Alice.”

The joy in his eyes was unmistakable as he waited for you to slip away and change. When you returned, the look of adoration on his face was undeniable. “Oh… Alice,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand. “You… you look even more perfect than I imagined.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him a smile that made his heart race. “I’m here, Jervis. Just like you wanted.”

“Indeed, indeed,” he murmured, almost to himself as he led you further into his Wonderland-inspired room, his touch lingering on your arm. He reached into his coat, pulling out a tiny bottle marked Drink Me. “A toast!” he exclaimed, pouring a small amount into two delicate cups. He offered one to you, his gaze intense, like you were the only thing anchoring him in his fantasy.

You raised your cup, sharing a soft chuckle as you took a sip, allowing yourself to be swept up in the odd magic of his world. The drink tasted sweet and slightly floral, the faintest tinge of bitterness lingering on your tongue.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve finally come down the rabbit hole, my dear. No more looking back.” He brushed his fingers along your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Then let’s stay in Wonderland,” you murmured, placing your hand over his.

Jervis’s eyes sparkled with both awe and reverence, and before you could say another word, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was both hesitant and eager. It was as though he feared breaking the spell that bound you together but longed for the closeness he’d been yearning for.

Pulling back, he studied you with a wonder that was almost heartbreaking. “Alice… my Alice,” he murmured, his hand tracing your jawline gently. “Promise me you won’t disappear. That this isn’t just… a dream.”

Looking up at him, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I’m here, Jervis. I’m not going anywhere.”

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He pulled you close, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the chaos surrounding him, and in that moment, you were his anchor—the only thing keeping his world from crumbling.

In his Wonderland, surrounded by darkness and dreams, he found solace in you. And as he held you, you found yourself willing to stay, to be his Alice, his tether to reality, and perhaps, his one chance at peace.

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[illustratedartist]

Love Is In The Air 🎩😺🫖

Happy Valentine's Day!!

This actually isn't a Valentine's day themed drawing, I was feeling so stressed the last few weeks and needed something simple to do to relax, and who better to draw than Jervy? I also tried something new with some colored lineart and I think it made the drawing look cuter lol

I had a couple of great asks about him and reading them made me feel better so that's why this is here LMAO! Now I just have to ACTUALLY answer the asks I've been sent...Which might take me awhile since I want to do some drawings for them! But thank you guys for sending some asks in!!! I love getting to answer questions!

Also I was thinking of making a Scarecrow and Riddler chibi looking thing like this at some point too! Its pretty fun to make- And maybe one day I could make like a keychain thing with them :D

[drpumpkinsart]

Guess who left an impression on me finishing Arkham City!! 🎩

[wastedskins]

Batman: Arkham City, 2011

[abr-235]

Mi versión de algunos de los villanos de Gotham City

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My version of some of Gotham City's villains

Close up

Open Commissions

[wonkaseviltwin]

''Boys. Boys. Lets not squibble too early in our partnership.''

''There will be plenty of time to stab each other in the backs later.''

[andys-dc-headcanons]

Arkham Patients favorite movies

Joker: It surprises a lot of new Arkham employees when he asks them to play UP, until the first ten minutes ends as he laughs hysterically and doesnt bother watching the rest. Also loves skipping to the end of Marley and Me. Clayface: anything with him in it. He loves showing people what a great actor he was before the accident Poison Ivy: She loves Little Shop Of Horrors, something about saving someone you love from a toxic relationship by feeding their boyfriend to a deadly plant thrills her. She doesn't care for the "happy" ending though, prefers the original ending Mad Hatter: Take a Wild Guess Mr. Freeze: Titanic. Movie he saw with Nora, at the time he only resonated with it in the sense that it was romantic but after all these years years he feels more connected to it. A passionate romance ending depressingly with an icy fate. Joker also loves watching this with him despite Freeze hating when Joker watches it Harley Quinn: Heathers. Committing crimes together and murdering how romantic, I can fix him though (no you cannot, please get more therapy) Bane: When in public he likes watching Fight Club as its both something that highlights strength and a certain deeper meaning, he views the prisons he's been put in as analogous to fight club as something slowly killing those within yet so difficult to escape from. Behind closed doors? He actually loves Winnie the Pooh, it reminds him of Osito and makes him mourn a childhood he never got to have

[callsigncrash]

I think I’ve been reading too many comic books or playing too much Arkham because I immediately thought of Jervis when I saw this clip.

JervisTron/JonTron

[artisticdoofusxx]

He came in the mail today!

The bbg 🥺

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

I tried:

Good beginning for the future cosplay and I have to find colored lenses because my eyes are orange, not blue

I should make my lips thinner

Hehe balding.com

More pics:

I look so pretentious 😭

[wrenthemoralfander]

So I just saw a video of Gotham Mad Hatter:

Damn it! He’s hot.

Have not been this attracted to Hatter since… I think Arkham City. Man is hot.

 Someone help- 

[knoepfl]

“Through the Looking Glass”

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter) – A deranged and lonely man obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, using mind control to twist others into playing roles in his delusions.

Reader (You) – A new obsession for Jervis. He sees you as his perfect "Alice" and will do anything to keep you by his side.

Trigger Warnings:

Obsession and mental manipulation

Kidnapping and mind control themes

Unreliable perception of reality

Masterlist

Words: 1063

The narrow streets of Gotham were shrouded in a thick mist, moonlight filtering weakly through the haze. You knew it was dangerous to wander alone at night, but something had compelled you to move through the darkness, as if pulled by invisible strings.

And then, you’d found him—or maybe he’d found you.

You woke up in a room draped with tattered silk and moth-eaten velvet, the air heavy with the scent of stale tea and dusty books. A single flickering lamp cast uneven shadows across the mismatched furniture, giving everything a distorted, dreamlike quality.

“Ah, my dear!” a familiar, singsong voice echoed from the doorway. “You’ve finally arrived. The long wait is over—at last, Alice is home.”

You blinked groggily, disoriented, your head pounding as you tried to sit up. Across the room stood a slender man dressed in a patchwork suit, his wide-brimmed top hat tilted at a jaunty angle. His pale face stretched into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“W-Where am I?” you whispered, glancing around.

Jervis Tetch clasped his hands together, a delighted laugh bubbling from his lips. “Where you’re supposed to be, my dear—right here, with me! The Mad Hatter and his Alice, just as it’s meant to be. Isn’t it wonderful?”

You frowned, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together how you ended up here. You remembered… nothing. Just foggy images—his voice, warm and inviting, guiding you through the night. And now you were here, wherever here was.

“Let me go,” you said, heart racing. “I don’t belong here.”

Jervis’s smile faltered for only a second before snapping back into place, though the cheer in his eyes flickered with something far more dangerous. “No, no, no, my dear… you mustn’t say such silly things. Of course you belong here—you’re my Alice. And every Alice needs her Wonderland!”

He stepped closer, movements light and graceful, as though he were gliding through a dream. “The real world is so… dreadful, don’t you think? But here, oh… here, we can play and dance and drink tea forever.”

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled beneath you. Jervis caught you before you could collapse, his hands strangely gentle. “Careful now,” he cooed, “you’ve had quite the journey. You must rest, my dear. There’s so much to do, so much to see—but first, you must adjust.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. “What did you do to me?”

Jervis tilted his head, as if pondering the question. “I only gave you what you needed. A way out, a way here. You see, the world is cruel, my sweet Alice. It breaks hearts, crushes dreams…” His voice dropped into a hushed whisper. “But not in Wonderland. Not here with me.”

You pulled back from him, your pulse thundering in your ears. “I’m not Alice. I don’t even know who you are!”

The corner of his mouth twitched, his expression twisting into something equal parts disappointment and frustration. “Ah, my dear… You’ve forgotten, haven’t you? But that’s quite all right. Memory can be such a troublesome thing. In time, it will come back.”

He crouched before you, tilting his head like a curious child. “You see, everyone needs a story, my dear. A role to play. And yours… oh, yours is the most important of all. You are Alice, and I—” He gave a grand, sweeping bow. “—am your humble Mad Hatter.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, every instinct screaming at you to run, but your limbs refused to obey. A strange, hazy warmth clouded your mind, as though a part of you were slipping deeper into his web with every passing second.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered, his voice soft and hypnotic. “The more you resist, the more it hurts. Just let go… and fall through the looking glass.”

Jervis took your hand gently, guiding you toward a small, cluttered table set with chipped porcelain cups and mismatched saucers. The teapot in the center let off a trail of steam, filling the room with the scent of chamomile and madness.

“Sit, sit!” he urged, practically vibrating with excitement. “We must have tea—oh, yes! A very merry un-birthday to you!”

You sank into the chair without meaning to, as though your body responded to his commands without your permission.

He poured tea with a flourish, eyes gleaming with manic joy. “Ah, isn’t this perfect? Just as it should be. No more lonely nights. No more searching. We’re together now, and we’ll never be apart.”

You stared into the swirling tea, mind racing as you tried to break free of the strange fog dulling your thoughts. “Please… let me go.”

Jervis paused, teapot still in hand, his expression darkening like a sudden storm. “Let you go?” His voice was soft, almost hurt. Then, slowly, it twisted into a low, bitter laugh. “Oh, Alice… You still don’t understand, do you? You’re already gone.”

He reached out, tracing a finger along the rim of your cup. “There is no escape from Wonderland, my dear. No way out, no way back. This is where you belong. With me.”

His hand drifted to your cheek, caressing it with unsettling tenderness. “We’ll be so happy here. I’ll keep you safe, my sweet Alice. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Tears stung your eyes as you fought against the haze, struggling to remember who you were before this nightmare began. But the memories were slippery, fading like smoke through your fingers.

Jervis’s gaze softened, and for a brief, haunting moment, you saw something vulnerable in his eyes—something desperate and broken, clinging to the only fantasy that gave his fractured mind meaning.

“Don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, leaning closer. “You’re home now. And I’ll take care of you… always.”

His voice was a lullaby, drawing you deeper into the dream. The room seemed to spin, the edges of reality unraveling like threads pulled from a tapestry.

“You’ll see,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “In time, you’ll forget all about that dreadful world. And then, my dear Alice…” His lips curled into a soft, dreamy smile. “We’ll be together, forever and ever.”

And as the world faded around you, slipping into a haze of tea parties and riddles, you realized—maybe you were already too far gone to wake up.

Because in his Wonderland, the Mad Hatter always got his Alice...

[illustratedartist]

The Mad Tea Party! 🎩🐰🐭🦇🫖

Just a good ol classic gathering of familiar fairytale friends! The Mad hatter, The March Scare, The Dorrat and Jabberwocky!- actually .. that doesn’t sound right...

I can’t believe I finally finished this thing after FIVE MONTHS.

It was just supposed to be a simple Mad Hatter expression sheet with comic style elements, and you can see that it didn’t stay that way. I went a little crazy with ideas and I have no regrets!

Its also safe to assume that I have officially fallen down the Mad Hatter rabbit hole, and I love drawing this lil weirdo.

And I don’t know why but Scarecrow looks VERY good in a bunny mask, and its probably one of my favorite parts about this piece  C:

[lazaruspiss]

Down The Rabbit Hole

Page One

The shear's chipped and rusted blades squeaked open, narrowly missing the neck as they collected a soft clump of blond hair.

"There there pretty, don't move an inch, these bolted daggers smite more than just a pinch."

In return, a whimper stifled beneath thick duct tape.

Page Two

Hatter's grubby fingers gripped and squirmed around the cutter's oversized ears, one in each hand. Squinting, his tongue curled up in concentration; a pile of butchered wigs lay tossed behind him. This was the last one and it had to be a success!

"In for a penny in for a pound, let's hope it's just hair that falls to the ground."

Like a crocodile's bite, the shears clapped shut, followed by the thudded wobble of a stool as Hatter hopped down onto the floor to gauge his work.

Page Three

"Frabjous! What a win, now for the hairs on your chinny chin chin!"

Hatter placed the shears down and picked up a cutthroat razor, delicately fanning out the blade as he turned to face his terrified creation: queen-like and flanked by a row of defiled mannequins. He couldn't get over how well the blue dress fit the man's slender frame, but then that was why he chose him.

He'll do for now, Hatter thought. Until someone better came along.

Someone just like his Alice.

[multiverseunknown]

Day 01 of character’s that I like

Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch

Reason: Because Btas Jervis is such a distinguished gentleman and Arkhamverse Jervis is such a distinguished short little man

[madhattersexymancompetition]

Submit your hatter to the Mad Hatter sexyman competition!

*ONLY DC MAD HATTERS*