#and then they do THIS with Jervis ?? over and over???

[yandere-writer-momo]

I know I promised Jervis, but Ed Nygma enraptured me. God I love that weird man. It’s short and sweet (to my standards).

Yandere DC Shorts: The Missing Piece

Yandere Riddler x Nurse Fem Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamic, stalking, obsession, DELUSIONAL man, exploring Ed’s OCD a bit, and Edward Nygma is obsessive

Edward Nygma knew he was the smartest man in the world. He’s proven it countless times with his elaborate attacks on Gotham city.

He was simply kind enough to leave clues because he enjoyed the game he played with Batman! The attention thrilled him for years… at least until he got a taste of genuine affection from the new nurse in Arkham.

Never had Edward felt his heart flutter and his stomach twist when (your full name), his sweet nurse in Arkham, gently disinfected the wounds on his pale skin that were inflicted by guards. Never had has his breath shuttered when she’d ask in her soft, velvety voice if he was okay… never had he experienced someone show care for him.

By the heavens it was simply addictive. The chemicals that released in his brain when he saw (your name)’s sweet, smiling face were better than any drug known to man. Edward never wanted anyone more in his life.

Look at him, (your name)! Love him! Let him worship you as you equally worship him! Praise him! Be his! His! His! His!

If only the poor, little nurse realized just how detrimental of a decision she had made just by the simple act of kindness… maybe then, it would have saved her from the obsession of a lonely madman.

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.

.

“I never noticed your eyes were such pretty shade of green, Ed.” (Your name) smiled warmly at her patient whose ears turned pink. “They remind me of sea glass.”

Edward held his hands that began to sweat profusely in nervousness. She thought his eyes were pretty? He found every inch of (your name) pretty! From the tips of her toes to the strand of each hair on the top of her head. How could someone be so perfect?

“T-thank you.” Edward felt so nervous… he wasn’t used to someone’s utmost attention. To compliments and praise he had always desired since he was young. He was thrilled to finally be perceived.

“I��m glad you’re healing up nicely.” (Your name) smiled at him as his green eyes studied her expectantly like a lovesick puppy. “I’ve been so worried about you. I’m sorry the guards are so nasty to you.”

She had no idea he purposely riled those British guards up just to be able to be here with her. That he needed his fix.

“I have a riddle for you…” Edward gave (your name) a sickly sweet smile as his heart fluttered and the blood rushed to his cheeks. Would she be able to solve it? He hoped so! He would try to make it easy so she could figure it out…

“A riddle? For me?” (Your name) smiled at him. “I’d love to hear one.”

Here it goes… Edward mentally told himself before the usual cocky persona he presented to the world came back to the forefront.

"What grows stronger the more you share it, and makes your heart beat faster when you're near someone special?"

(Your name) thought for a moment before she smiled. “Is it feelings for someone?”

“Correct.” Edward smiled as he took her hands in his. “Do you… have feelings for anyone?”

“Not currently.” She told Ed as his grip tightened on her hands. His breath shaky and his eyes glazed over.

Was he not on her radar? Did she… not see him as a man? Was he not handsome enough? Did he not have enough brawn?

“Ed? Are you alright-“ Ed suddenly pulled her close with a strength she didn’t know he possessed. His body trembled as all of his frustrated emotions bubbled to the surface.

“Look at me.” He said firmly. “Am I… not attractive?”

(Your name blinked. Once. Then twice. Her brows scrunched together in confusion.

“What do you mean, Ed?” She softly asked.

Ed scoffed and looked away. Why had he shown such vulnerability to her? (Your name) should feel blessed to be in his general vicinity! She was ungrateful to have the attention of the ingenious Riddler! She should be the one who begged for his attention, not the other way around-

(Your name) gently placed a palm on his forehead. “You’re hot to the touch, Ed… why didn’t you tell me you had a fever?”

Ed completely melted under the touch. His eyes closed and his breathing calmed. Her touch always felt so right… like his missing piece.

[violent138]

Gordon, walking over to Bruce and Dick: "So what do you think, Clock King? Or is this the work of Calendar Man?"

Brucie Wayne: "Well I really hope it's neither, I don't want this year's charity gala getting cancelled, all my friends--"

Gordon, impatiently: "It's just us, drop the act, we're running out of time."

Bruce:

Dick: "Yeah B, we gotta go save the day-te. Get it?"

Gordon: *vein bulging in forehead, moments from lighting up indoors*

Bruce in the Batvoice: "It's Jervis Tetch, the invitation is to a tea party. Robin and I will try to narrow down potential locations for the hostsges."

Gordon, looking around: "Okay, I'll get you two out and meet you guys back at--" *realizes they're gone* "For the love of God."

[sunflowerrosewood]

He Has a Nightmare HC~ Gotham Boys

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of killing, nothing too graphic.

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Jim Gordon 

~Jim has dealt with so much shit

~Between going after villains to dealing with the PD

~So when you two fell asleep one night

~He had a nightmare you were killed by multiple Gotham villains

~You don't notice he has a nightmare until you feel cold

~When Jim is sitting in the kitchen nursing something to drink

~But not facing the bedroom

~You have to come up from behind

~And hug him tight

~He will probably jump 

~But he melts in your embrace 

~He wont tell you want happened

~But he will allow to be vulnerable 

~And allow you to just mumble in a sleepy voice all the reasons you love him

Edward Nygma

~Edward didn't have nightmares often

~But seemed to have them after being in Arkham

~Then escaping to home

~You would only know when you heard him arguing with himself

~That he shouldn't wake you up

~That this makes him useless

~As you could hear him mutter these things

~Pull him down to the bed

~So you can cuddle into him

~And promise that you'll always be there

~Both sides will melt

~And he'll tell you about the nightmare 

~So you'll understand his pain

Oswald Cobblepot 

~Oswald had nightmares often

~And you usually knew

~The reason is that he talked in his sleep and would hold onto you tight

~You would feel his hands tighten

~And whimpers fall out of his lips

~You’ll probably have to wake him up

~Just to let him know that he is not alone

~He will be sweaty and his heart racing

~But as long as you kiss his lips

~And squeeze his hand

~Oswald will calm down

~Go get a washcloth to help him cool off

~And intertwine your hands before you fall back asleep

Jonathan Crane

~Nightmares plague his head all the time

~And it isn’t because it is his fault

~It usually has to do with his father

~And another person that you will know when he wakes up

~Because he gets as far away from you

~He is shaking in fear 

~It’s usually when he does not consume himself in fear

~But appears in his nightmare

~Allow him to slowly calm down on his own

~He’ll immediately climb back into bed 

~Because he needs to feel you by his side

~Usually he falls asleep slowly after

Jervis Tech

~Jervis usually has nightmares that his Alice runs away

~You ran away because he harms you

~Jervis is one of the ones who will wake you up

~Just to make sure you are real

~And still loves him

~Before you get tired again, you’ll notice the fear in his eyes

~Whisper to him how much you love him

~And kiss his cheek 

~Before cuddling into his chest which calms him down

Victor Zsasz

~Victor wont show he has nightmares 

~You usually know when you wake up

~And he’s sitting in the shared bathroom just staring

~No emotions are shown

~But you know what is going on

~So you’ll have to go in

~And kneel where you look up at him

~He won't say anything

~He’ll just pull you into his lap

~And holds you tight 

~Just the silent of the night is going to be heard

~Victor will pick you up and bring you back to bed

~Usually it takes just that before the two of you fall asleep

~Victor will probably mention his nightmare later on in the week

~When he is ready

Jeremiah Valeska

~Even after the spray, Jeremiah still gets nightmares

~It happens to be about him almost killing you

~And he’ll wake up to you being sound asleep

~He’ll touch your arm

~And sigh 

~Usually you know something happened because he’ll be in the lab

~Bent over

~And probably throwing things in anger

~When you ask him what’s wrong

~You’ll see the anger turn to worry

~An emotion you do not see often

~And Jeremiah will walk over to you to hold you tight

~Demanding you wont leave him

~Even though you never thought that way

~It’s feeling you near him that causes him to want to go back to bed with you

Jerome Valeska

~Jerome did not have nightmares too often

~He was awake in the middle of the night usually

~But when he did fall asleep and had nightmares

~He was similar to Oswald by holding you tighter against him

~But you would still be asleep 

~Until you feel him kissing your face and neck while rubbing your hip

~When you slowly wake up, Jerome will kiss you lips and grin

~Usually you wouldn’t ask much

~Until you watch his grin falter

~That’s when you touch his face

~And kiss him softly till Jerome makes you fall back into his chest

~Once the two of you hit the bed, he’ll still be rubbing your arms or hips

~But you’ll hear him yawn

~He falls asleep pretty quick

[knight-says-nanana]

YEAH ITS HORRIBLE ITS SO SO BAD N GROSS AND IT SOMEHOW MANAGED TO GET WORSE LATER ON WHICH SHOULDNT EVEN BE POSSIBLE I HATE IT

Batman media’s obsession with making Jervis a creep is already a Thing I don’t like bc mad hatter never had that dynamic with Alice she was a child in the books and never a love interest but WHY did Gotham take it a step further and make him incestuous why what was the reason

IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHY. LITERALLY WHY WHAT WAS THE REASON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME THERE WAS NO FUCKING NEED WHAT WHY?????????????????

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

PLATONIC! J-SQUAD X CHILD READER (HEADCANNONS)

Warnings ⚠️: IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE, METIONS OF MURDER, ACTUAL MURDER, HYPNOTISM, THREATS, KIDNAPPING, POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED USE OF FEAR TOXIN

JEROME VALESKA:

Welp, good luck, my friend

- You would be one of his hostages who he was planning to kill. Patiently waiting your turn for your fun death. You had an abusive / less than kind family member with you at the time who had forced you to go there.

- When realizing that you two two were a little family unit, he decides to amuse himself a little.

- " Hey, hey you!" He would yell at one of his goons. " Tye them up to that uhhhh. . . That spinning wheel thing. And bring the kid over to me."

- Tying your family member up, Jerome places one of three throwing daggers in your hand( crowching down if you're small) while kind of just coaching you on how to throw them.

- What a surprise for him when not only do you do it without hesitation, but with a small smile on your face.

- That's when he goes, " Alright, change of plans, I like this kid." And immediately takes you under his wing

- There is never a dull moment with this man. There are plenty of bloody and horrific ones, sure. But never dull.

- Will make you kill the rest of your family members or do it himself if you can't. You're his now, and he doesn't need anyone trying to get in the way of that or distracting you.

- Sees himself as more of a mentor figure to you rather than an actual parent. But if you do end up calling him dad, he's not complaining.

- Takes you along with him for many of his usual, murderous antics. No matter how old you are, even if you are on the much younger side. "Best to teach them young," He would say.

- Praises you a lot whenever you decided to join in on the fun and always makes either his goons or his hostages cheer for you.

-If you're more on the socially anxious side, he'll try to put you in the spotlight less often and leave your killings as just some private family bonding time.

- This man CANNOT cook. He would burn whatever place he was staying out down to the ground if he tried.

- Gives you a lot of freedom to have fun and do whatever, but don't think that means you're allowed to leave or disobey him. You're still his protégé and need to listen to what he says.

- If you are on the younger side, that list of freedoms would be much shorter.

- He would want you around his vicinity or next to him and would make some of his goons keep an eye on you if he was busy with something.

- Lots of physical affection and inside jokes from this guy.

- All in all: Getting a child wasn't something Jerome had on his bucket list. But he's not really complaining.

JERVIS TETCH:

- To say this man is obsessive is the understatement of the century

- Spots you in the crowd at one of his performances and chooses you as his willing participant

- You might as well forget your parents now, because he'll have already hypnotized them to walk into traffic or jump off a building.

- Unlike the other two, Jervis will expect for you to see him as your dad.

- Will plan extravagant teaparties with all your favorite teas and sweets. And if you're not a sweets kind of person, then he'll put out more savory stuff like sandwiches as soupes.

- Hope you like fancy outfits, because you'll be wearing a lot of them. But don't worry, he'll try to find some that you're comfortable in.

- Doesn't give you a whole lot of freedom. Especially if you're on the much younger side.

- He'll also just randomly picks you up and carry you around with him if you're small enough for him to do so.

- Will not hesitate to hypnotize you and tie you up if he feels it is necessary. So you nest behave

- Usually reads bedtime stories to you, no matter how old you are.

- In conclusion, this man is obsessive and delusional. So just sit back, relax, and let your new papa take care of you.

JONATHAN CRANE:

-Well, this is rather unexpected. He never really saw himself taking care of a child

- He met you at Arkham: His cell next to yours. And you two would talk through the walls whenever a day was especially boring.

- After a while, he warmed up rather well to you. He starts to see you more as family in a way and immediately gets you out of your cell when a breakout in the asylum starts.

- Keeps you far away from your previous family members if you have any. He wouldn't kill them the first time per-say, just . . . Scare them away.

- The second time, he would be much less merciful. They had their chance and should have listened.

- He doesn't let you get too close to him when he's working on his projects in fear of you accidently getting hurt. But if you're an older teenager, he would ask if you would like to try and face your fears.

- He wouldn't force anything, though.

- You see him more as an older brother type figure rather than a parental one.

- Agian, if you are older, he doesn't really let you participate in his antics and usually lets you stay home if he trusts you. But will just bring you along to watch if you're much younger.

- A decent cook all things considered. Not the best by any means, but at least it's not a burt piece of charcoal.

- Will sit and talk with you whenever you need it. He's a pretty good listener.

- He can also get really protective a times, no matter what age you are, and will not hesitate to fear gas somebody.

- Not the best when it comes to physical affection. But will give you some if you want it.

- Although you entering his life was unexpected. Jonathan has found himself enjoying your company a lot more than he ever thought he would. It's probably the only thing good that ever came from being trapped in arkham.

[batman-dc-imagines]

Hi!!!! May I please request the J squad (Gotham) separately with a reader who works at the police office and is kinda like their inside mole? Like they let them know plans to catch them and are also always willing to help them escape and stuff? THANK YOU ❤️

A/N: All jobs are associated with the GCPD. Slite nsfw on Jerome's end.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Job: Police Officer

Oh you little tattletale.

He’s not too surprised by your efforts in trying to keep him from getting caught.

Hell practically half if not most of his followers are or used to be coppers before joining him.

You’re no exception.

Expect to get anonymous calls from him talking and asking about anything other than any more information on Gordon being on his tail or big plans the precinct has been working toward.

For example, one day he called you while on shift to just say, “When are ya gettin’ off cop doody?”.

He has a printed and digital copy of your work schedule.

As we see in Season 4,he has complete control over Arkhams guards and prisoners, even saying that he wants to make a show of his escape, further displaying the extent of his 'showman complex'.

 For the sake of the prompt, if he had any minor inconveniences with his little escape he wouldn’t turn down you assisting him in his plans.

Though do keep in mind his showman complex and that unless you want to be discovered as a traitor, you’ll need to discuss with him a plan where you won’t be seen as an accomplice.

He’ll leave little gifts for you on your desk mostly to show his appreciation for all that you’ve done for him.

How he gets them there, you’re not too sure.

If you don't care for his gifts, he'll offer other ways to show his appreciation. (I'm winking under the eyepatch)

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Job: Doctor

“Twinkle, twinkle, pretty doctor, how I long to unlock her. In this asylum, you shine with smite, but in my heart, you are my light.” (Yes, this is similar to him and Lee’s interaction.)

When he got sent to Arkham, there wasn’t much he was looking forward to.

Except getting back out on Gotham streets and getting revenge on James Gordon.

But when he meets you? Now there’s something to look forward to.

Once he realizes you’re on his side and help him escape the first time, expect to hear from him often.

Quite often in fact.

When he gets sent to Arkham a second time, doctor visits and check ups are a lot more fun now.

It’s like two kids in kindergarten, passing secret notes to one another while the teacher isn’t looking.

Some being about a plan for his escape while others are all laughs and giggles.

He is a gentleman when it comes to showing his gratitude for your assistance.

That is if he likes you of course.

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Job: Forensic science technician

When you first met, Jonathan didn’t trust you.

In fact he hated you.

Anyone associated with the GCPD and Jim Gordon, he hated.

He blamed you all for the death of his father.

It took a bit of time and patience for him to fully trust you.

Even when you started becoming a full time mole for him, he still kept you at an arms length.

No matter how often you’d update him on the GCPD and their plans, or Jim Gordon’s whereabouts, he’d just give a vague form of acknowledgment or confirmation in your words.

The only reason he started to put his whole trust in you was when you started showing interest in his experiments.

Especially his toxin.

He starts enjoying your company more when you start helping him perfect his toxin.

You both find out it comes in handy that you’re able to get information on your former colleagues' fears without any suspicion.

He’s able to find weak points in practically every police officer in the precinct.

He starts showing his gratitude for your help later on.

Though he does tend to act vague about it.

[bluesfreakingart]

If Music Meister sang to someone that Jervis already had a card on, which one do you think would have control?

saying this trying not to be bias but, Idk I assume because of how Jervs tech works there wouldn't be a possibility of MM getting over on it. it's like a siren trying to sing to like a guy who's tuned out. if it did manage to get to said person I think it'd just make the person stagnant because two people trying to control one puppet kinda deal.

[amomentsescape]

can you do soft headcanons with the J squad, please?

Soft! Headcanons with the J Squad

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Jervis Tetch x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Jonathan and Jervis, so I hope this came out to your liking!

Jerome Valeska

He's one of those guys that truly doesn't care what he does in front of people, or what others think of him

Do you want to cuddle up against him in front of everyone?

He'll proudly hold you in his arms

You want to plant kisses all over his face just because?

He happily smiles through them all

Whatever you want, he'll give you

Doesn't matter when or where

And this doesn't change in private either

He loves physical touch, so you're up against his side about 23 hours out of the day

He's also clingy in his own way too

You're using the bathroom?

He just walks right in, no shame

You're getting dressed?

Oh, let him help you with that

He might not admit it, but he likes having eyes on you every minute of every day

As happy as he acts all the time, he does really worry about you

You're a huge part of what keeps him going

Without you, he literally has no humanity left

Jonathan Crane

You are basically his life line

When the nightmares become too much, he grabs ahold of you to reassure himself that he's not alone

When you aren't around, he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, and finds himself engulfed in utter terror

He actually needs you

Even if he wants a bit of space, he needs you in the room with him so he has something he knows is real

During the good days, he's very attentive to you

He enjoys being cuddled up next to you, listening to you talk about random stuff

He also likes when you play with his hands

Physical touch can sometimes be overwhelming for him, but just the softest feeling of your fingers against his helps ground him

There are some moments where he hides himself from you

He's so afraid that he'll hurt you or something will come and take you away from him

But each time, you're there to coax him out of that darkness with a gentle smile and a reassuring voice

He knows deep down that he'll always be able to count on you

Jervis Tetch

He enjoys having a routine with you

Each morning you get up together and have breakfast

In the afternoon, you both share tea and pastries

And at night, you both put on colorful matching pajamas while you read to him

He just really enjoys affectionate time with you

Your arm wrapped in his, the occasional kiss on the cheek or hand, and being entangled in each other's embrace every night during bed

Whenever he has a nightmare about his sister or finds himself going too mad, he seeks you out

You're able to bring him back better than anyone else

He likes to bring home lavish clothing for you to wear

One of his favorite things is playing dress up and watching you try on all the stuff he's gotten for you

And if there's one outfit he finds especially pleasing, he'll take you in his arms and sway you around to whatever song pops in his head

During his low moments, he'll lay against you and ask you to tell him a story

It doesn't really matter what it is, he just enjoys hearing your voice and feeling your chest vibrate against his ear

[athenagc94]

Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 2

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst. mentions of death

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Chapter 2

The themes explored in Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster take on a new meaning each time I pick it up. I first read the novel in middle school, where I immediately saw pieces of myself in Jerusha Abbott.

While the mysterious benefactor, Jervis Pendleton, offers her an opportunity to experience a world beyond the orphanage, I don’t believe he’s the hero of this story. A door is opened thanks to his financial aid, but the hard work and dedication from Jerusha Abbott allows her to achieve success and independence.

This storyline resonated with me and still does. As new chapters of my life unfold, I find myself returning to Jerusha Abbot, wondering what I might accomplish if given the chance.

In this essay, I will cover...

His fingers drummed the surface of his helmet as Jason scanned your essay, the pages spread out across his scuffed kitchen table. Most of its content was ruined, streaks of mud and ink staining the page, but what remained was good—better than good.

It had been years since he read Daddy Long Legs or even thought about it. Jason remembered the basic plot—a benefactor paying a young woman’s way through college—your essay made him yearn to pick it up again, to see what you did in its message and themes.

You deserved a full ride with writing this good, but Crime Alley had a nasty habit of snuffing out dreams. Jason picked up the first page and reread your opening paragraphs once more. Regret coated his tongue like ash.

He should have shot that bastard dead. If he had, this wouldn’t have happened.

His anger simmered, flushing his skin. He sank back in his chair, willing it to recede. You never asked for his anger, nor could he explain why he felt it at all. Bad things happened—worse than a ruined essay and a crushed dream—but this was the second time he’d crossed paths with you this week. He should have guessed it was you when he saw that yellow hoodie.

And the way you looked at him... Did you always look at people with such blatant distrust? Or did he just have that kind of effect on people?

Jason scrubbed his face, chiding himself. This fixation with your paper, with you, couldn’t be healthy. It was late. He needed to sleep so he could do the same thing all over again. Patrol, eat, sleep. The monotony was grounding. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself.

He gathered the pages and dumped them in the trash before he lost himself. You said you weren’t going to sweat it, so why should he?

A heavy silence settled over his apartment as he shrugged off his jacket. He had yet to turn on the lights, accustomed to navigating in the dark, so why bother? He undid the buckles and zippers that fitted him into his uniform as he steeled himself for another restless night. Sleep never came easy, regardless of where he slept.

Despite his best efforts to ignore the temptation, his gaze drifted back toward the trash bin.

I find myself returning to Jerusha Abbot, wondering what I might accomplish if given the chance.

Jason was no hero, not that he had claimed to be one since taking up the mantle of Red Hood. There was always a new villain trying to know the hero off their pedestal. Sometimes the hero won, sometimes they lost, but the battle was never truly over. They gave more than they got, and the public didn’t always appreciate their efforts. Being a morally ambiguous vigilante was only slightly better without a moral compass to weigh him down, but he digressed.

You had a shot he never had, and he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try to make things right.

“Fuck,” he grumbled as he fitted himself back into his uniform.

***

Breaking into Wayne Enterprises was easy.

Stupidly so.

Honestly, Jason should have taken that as a bad sign, but he was too focused on the task at hand.

He proceeded with caution down the hall toward the foundations department. The mission was simple. Find your application and approve it. The foundation's board blew through money faster than Batman blew through batarangs. What was one more recipient added to the pool? They probably wouldn’t even notice.

The office didn’t require a badge and opened with a soft click. Two desks sat facing each other, each outfitted with their own computer. His lip curled as he took in the blank white walls and a window that looked out onto nothing. Talk about depressing.

He sank behind one of the computers and got to work. Passing the initial lockscreen was easy, but the information he sought was heavily encoded and buried behind other security measures. Unless all he wanted to play a quick game of solitaire, he needed to put a little more work into this. He expected as much given how paranoid Bruce was about his digital information. It would take more than a few passwords to hack this system.

It would have been easier to simply ask Bruce for a favor, but he’d rather stick his dick into a live socket than be in his debt.

His screen flickered once, twice, before it went black. He swore under his breath. He clicked a few keys before checking the back of his monitor. It came back to life when he jiggled the connection, but when he saw what was awaiting him, he swore more overtly.

“Fuck me.”

Tim glanced off screen, the harsh light from the monitor casting harsh shadows across his pale face. Jason squinted at the screen to try to discern the muddled shapes behind him. Not the cave, nor his bedroom, so he could only assume he was somewhere in the building too.

“Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” Jason wheezed, “Why are you here?”

“I do work here.”

Jason sneered. Sure, Bruce named Tim a majority shareholder once upon a time. But it didn’t come with a job. Lucius managed most of the day-to-day operations in Bruce’s stead, leaving Tim to do Tim things. It still didn’t explain why he was still here, well after midnight. At least, Jason had a valid reason for sneaking around.

“How did you know I was here?”

Tim flicked a strand of black hair from his eyes. “Lucius had new cameras installed after Bane tried to infiltrate the building last month. You would have known that if you hadn’t disappeared with your band of misfits.” His fingers flew across the keyboard, the clack of the keys biting into the audio in a way that set his teeth on edge. “Now, answer my question. Why are you here?”

Of any Wayne or Wayne-associated person he could run into, Tim was the best option. They might not always agree on which methods to employ to get the job done, but he was the best suited to help him with this particular problem. He was also clearly distracted by something else, which helped his case.

“I’m looking for a scholarship application.”

“Our applications are available on our website. You didn’t have to break in and hack our systems.” Tim paused, his lips pursing. “But I don’t think you can get a scholarship if you’re still legally dead.”

His eye twitched. Tim was a shit, and from the subtle curve of his lips, he knew it too. Jason forced himself to breathe through the irritation and clarified, “I’m looking for a specific applicant. She already applied.”

Tim finally looked at him. “She?”

“I saved a woman from getting mugged, but they tossed her bag in a puddle. He scholarship essay was ruined and I—”

He tried to play it cool, but from the slow furrow of Tim's brow, Jason missed the mark. Going to college had been a dream of his long before Bruce found him in that alley. He loved books. They saved him when he had nothing, and the knowledge that came with reading was just as deadly as his guns, but there were limits to self-education. Higher education always seemed like an unattainable goal until he stepped foot in Wayne Manor for the first time. Suddenly, that dream felt more like a promise.

And then he died.

Dead kids didn’t get to go to college.

Hell, they didn’t even get to finish high school.

Even after the League brought him back, his dreams dimmed like embers on a fire, little more than a whisper of the time he lost. He never shared his dream with anyone, but if someone was going to connect the dots, it was Tim. Ironic, seeing as Tim never wanted for anything.

Jason licked his teeth. “I feel bad about it, alright? She mentioned she also applied for a scholarship with Wayne Enterprises, so I thought I could help her out.”

“Hm.”

Tim appeared unmoved. Jason expected that. Unless the problem immediately concerned him or whatever case he’d fixated on at the time, he couldn’t be bothered to expend the emotional effort to care. His lack of empathy bordered on psychopathy at times, but Jason wasn’t about to call him on it. Seemed hypocritical for the pot to call the kettle black while he was currently in the kettle’s domain.

“Forget it,” Jason said as he stood, “I’ll try again la—”

“What’s her name?”

He hesitated. “What?”

“Her name. I can look her up for you.”

Jason knew the way your mouth pinched when you were upset, or that you chewed on the strings of that stupid yellow hooding, but that wasn’t what he asked. “Right, her name. Her name is...”

Tim stared at him. “You don’t know her name.”

“Shut up.” He threw up his hands. “There wasn’t a lot of time for formal introductions. I scared off the mugger and made sure she made it home.”

“Fine. Do you remember where she lives?”

That he could answer with a little more confidence. He gave a rough estimation based on where you had parted ways. There were two complexes on that block, but that seemed to be enough information for Tim to work with. His hands flew across the keyboard, staring unblinkingly at the screen. That had to be a strain on the eyes.

“Want to try blinking?”

Tim did, though it looked painful to do so. “Happy?” He turned his attention back to the screen, eyes wide and unblinking once more. Jason suppressed a shudder.

“Found her. Sending her application now.”

A new window appeared on his screen with your information laid out for him. Your name, address, among other personal details. He had no way of knowing it was you until he reached the essay portion. You had a distinct written voice. One that he clocked immediately.

With the wave of relief came a poignant shame that hollowed his chest. Genuine intentions aside, this felt a little too close to stalking for his liking. He minimized the screen to avoid temptation.

“Why didn’t she get the scholarship?”

“We give scholarships to students from the university’s business or science schools, and it looks like she planned to go to school for...” Tim skimmed your application. “Classics and writing.”

The unimpressed look he received was unwarranted.

“You’re a sap and painfully predictable.”

So, was that.

Jason chewed on his response. The fact that you wanted to be a writer and study the classics had little to do with his motivations to help you, but it did look pretty damning that they coincided with his special interests. He just wanted to see someone succeed. If it couldn’t be him, he wanted it to be you.

And if he lived vicariously through you as a result, well, that was just two birds with one stone.

“Can’t Bruce, I don’t know, sponsor a new scholarship?”

“The board doesn’t pull scholarships out of their asses,” Tim chided, “There’s protocol and paperwork for these things. Not to mention the screening process for applicants and we’re already wrapped for the year.”

Jason curled his fists. “Can you do it or not?”

Tim paused, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t appreciate your tone.”

“Answer the damn question. You're supposed to be the smart one here.”

He sniffed and tapped a key. The screen went dark.

“W-Wait, no! Don’t I—” Jason gripped the screen and shook as if it were a magic eight ball that would bring Tim back. A growl ripped from his throat as he sank back into his chair. Well, so much for that plan.

He shut down the computer and made sure the office was how he found it before heading for the door. It swung open before he could grip the knob. Tim stood a head shorter than him, but his presence held a sharp intensity that had Jason stepping back in surprise.

“Jesus. Can you not?”

Tim spun on his heel and motioned for him to follow down the hall. “I have something to show you.”

They walked past his (often grossly underutilized) office and toward Bruce’s at the end of the hall. The lights were off, the only light coming from the curved monitor on his desk. A blanket and pillow sat discarded in the corner, recently used.

Jason stared at the Tim-made nest before shifting his attention to the perfectly acceptable couch that overlooked the Gotham skyline. “Are you sleeping on the floor?”

“I was sleeping on the floor before you tripped the cameras,” he said as he settled behind the desk, “I’m awake now and sitting in a chair. Try to keep up.”

His fingers twitched as he resisted the overwhelming urge to wring his neck. “What did you want to show me?”

Tim stiffened. “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

That was reassuring.

“Or maybe you will, I don’t know, but I found this a few months back.” He angled his screen toward Jason, who bent down to squint against the harsh light from his monitor. What kind of psychopath worked with their monitor on full bright—

His thoughts guttered as the words on the screen finally sank in.

The Jason Todd Memorial Foundation

Jason recoiled. It would have been less painful for Bruce to kick him in the fucking teeth. Physical pain was fleeting, easier to stomach, but this... he had no idea what to do with the kind of pain that dug beneath his skin and festered like an infection.

He tried to make peace with Bruce, and the hard truth that his death had meant very little in the grand scheme of things. Villains like the Joker continued to wreak havoc on the streets. He refused to go against his morals, and so nothing got better.

It was a tough pill to swallow, but he managed to move forward and carve out a place for himself that wasn’t wholly fueled by anger and spite. His methods weren’t good or pure, some might argue he was just as bad as Black Mask, but no one could say they didn’t yield results. Drug trafficking to minors was cut in half overnight, and he kept dealings tightly contained within Park Row. While Jason couldn’t stop the distribution that plagued Gotham, he could contain it.

Red Hood could be the change that Jason Todd never was.

But seeing this now… knowing Bruce had…

He shoved away the complicated feelings that twined around his heart as he continued to read. The foundation would fund scholarships for low-income students seeking higher education in honor of Bruce Wayne’s late son. That included a full ride to Gotham University, an opportunity that Jason would never have.

A lump lodged in his throat as he choked out a strangled, “Why?”

“Bruce tries his best. He’s far from perfect, yeah, but he does try to make up for his shortcomings in his own way. From what I can tell, this never went live, not to the public at least. I have my guesses as to why that happened given his mental state after…” Tim let the statement die there. They both knew what after meant without having to rehash the gritty details. “I asked Lucius and the money is there. It’s been there, waiting for someone to do something with it.”

His throat constricted around the lump until it threatened to burst. He looked away to blink away the sting in his eyes. How was this supposed to make him feel? Good, bad, a nauseating combination of the two?

“I would argue the money is yours, seeing as your name is attached to it. This is a need-based foundation, and it sounds like your girl needs it. You can tweak the parameters to suit your needs. I really don’t care.”

His computer pinged, signaling the end of a download. Tim bent down to grab a thumb drive and stuffed it in his pocket.

“What was that?”

“Nothing that concerns you.”

In other words, Bat business.

Jason let the matter die without much fuss.

Tim sighed and said, “Look, I know this is messy given your tepid relationship with Bruce.”

Tepid was an understatement.

“You don’t have to use the money or the foundation, but if you want to help her, this is your best option. It’s exactly what you asked for.”

He exhaled sharply. Tim made a valid point. Bruce created this for a reason, even if he never had the balls to make it live. It was time the ghost of Jason Todd finally did some good. “What do I have to do?”

“I’ll get you in touch with Lucius.”

[cyanide-and-roses]

"In my imagination, in my realization"

Yandere Mad Hatter x Reader

⁽ᶜᵂ: ᵍᵒʳᵉ, ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ, ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ. ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢ ᴬˡⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳʷⁱˢᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵘᵗʳᵃˡ⁾.

ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ: ᴬˡⁱᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴹᵃʳᵏᵉᵗ ᵇʸ ᴶᴵQ

Your eyelids were as heavy as lead, and your mind felt like it turned to cotton. You couldn't tell if you’d been sleeping or if you’d been awake this whole time without remembering anything.

You were sitting at the end of a rather long table decorated with porcelain plates and tea cups.

“Alice? Are you feeling alright, dear?”

A man’s voice reverberates in your brain. You think you recognize who the voice belonged to, but you cannot for the life of you remember the name of its owner. You shift your gaze towards the man, who was at the other end of the table.

“That's… not… not my name.” you mutter.

“What do you mean? Alice, you're talking nonsense!”

“That's not my name.” You repeat, feeling yourself waking from whatever spell you were under.

With your mind a bit clearer, you start to recall the name of the man across from you.

“Jervis, what is going on here?”

Your eyes land on a cake dome sitting in the center of the table. The glass it was made of was frosted, making it hard to discern what was inside, but you were able to tell it sure as hell wasn't a cake.

“That's a little surprise I got for you, Alice!” Jervis said, noticing you eyeing the strange thing underneath the cake lid.

Jervis got up onto the table, walking over towards the dish, before reaching down and slowly lifting the lid.

It was a head. A human head.

You involuntarily let out a screech, recoiling in horror, nausea hitting you like a truck. You avert your gaze away from the grisly sight.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Alice. I didn't mean to scare you! I… I just got jealous, you know. You spent way too much time with this unworthy wretch!” Despite facing away from him, you can hear the smile in his voice. He isn't anywhere close to sorry.

“Oh god… that's not… that's not who I think it is, right?”

Jervis doesn't respond, giggling like a mischievous child.

“Don't be scared, dear! They had to go! Oh, please don't scream or cry! Here, let me ease your troubles…”

Jervis steps closer until he's standing above you, kneeling down and grabbing your face, turning it back towards him.

“Here, this should calm you down.” With his other hand, he reveals a pocket watch in front of you.

Your attention immediately focuses on the watch, and your mind goes back to sleep.

[batmanfruitloops]

So what are the Arkham uniforms like? For all three of our lovely dork squad? (Arkham timeline ask B) )

They're most based on the inmates outfits in the TellTale Batman series but, something I decided to do for my designs is that the staff and inmates have their logo on different sides. Inmates, over their heart, and staff, the opposite.

Ed just gets the regular fit, he can't cause physical trouble.

Jo started with the regular fit, but he caused a pretty bad fight and left a lot injured, so now he's in a glorified body bag full body straight jacket.

Jervis also started with the regular fit, but he protected Dormouse (Ed) from other inmates, so he got put in a straight jacket.

-Sarsee

[lonleywriters-blog]

I’ll just be sending one more- I hope that’s aight-

Yandere Gotham Villains x Noisy! Reader

When I tell you reader got ALL the tea and only be spilling it to her man. There’s no telling where she got the information but if you wanna know something- trust me -SHE KNOWS. And she literally just be rambling about the tea to her lover(bonus that she starts every tea spilling convo with “hey big man~”)

(Plz include Jervis Tetch, Victor Zsasz, Jerome Valeska, and Jeremiah Valeska at least-)

I love this so much because I need to tell someone when I get gossip

Gotham villains with nosey/gossiping s/o

He will make you both tea as you spill it

He tries not to react but his facial expressions are halarious

He will literally gasp when you say something good

Literally sits on the edge of his seat as you talk

He will sit for hours and listen

Memorized every name and when he meets them he can and will give them a side eye

He will ask you randomly "hey did she ever find out he cheated?" Or something like that

^ literally his face when he gets a update

He will get involved because why not

Acts like he doesn't care but is listening and taking mental notes

He will listen to you when you are on the phone getting information

You have caught him being nosey on multiple occasions

It doesn't take long till he admits he wants to know what the new gossip is

He loves it, and he lets you know

When you come over like "hey big man" he's locked in

He loves car gossip, like just parking with some food while you both talk

He on multiple occasions has walked up to you and said "Girl." And you knew

He literally gossips about all the crime lords with you

He will look at the people you talk about with such obvious judgment

He gets so into it

Sassy as fuck

He will give such dramatic responses

Literally gasps and looks at you like you are a ghost

He is the type to bring up a person you talked about three months ago so you can do it again

Lives for when it's a full juicy story

This man will literally make popcorn and coffee to listen

[caesariawritesstuff]

Hello!! I'm new to sending request and a bit nervous but I was wondering for the Valentines event if I could request the prompt "🌹= Single Rose" ♥️💋 with the prompt 48. Enemy caretaker for BTAS Mad Hatter x reader where the reader and Jervis are enemies

Thank you and I hope you have a good day!!!

Until Next Time

Summary: As a nurse at Arkham, the last thing you want to do is treat Jervis Tetch - but things take a turn when he begins to consider you as his new Alice.

Word Count: 2.0k

Content Warning: Nonconsensual kissing.

A/N: Ahhh anon, don't be nervous about requesting AT ALL! I really hope you enjoy this request. I don't normally write for BTAS Hatter so I hope I did okay haha.

You were running late.

Traffic had been backed up for an hour on the way to Arkham Asylum. Your job as a nurse was already on the line as it is, with looming budget cuts and a lack of funding. Frowning, your heart hammered in your chest as you pulled up outside the asylum, the building looming over you; it was shadowed by the dark night, and a bolt of lightning struck across the sky. You parked your car and got out, shivering at the cold breeze as it whipped around you – but something else caught your eye, something large parked out front: the Batmobile.

Great. This was just what you needed. Who could Batman be bringing in now? There were plenty of criminals out on the run. The Joker, the Riddler, Poison Ivy – all of them had escaped weeks ago, but one in particular, the Mad Hatter, made your stomach twist in knots. You really, really hoped it wasn’t him who Batman had brought in. Jervis Tetch had never been your favorite. In fact, you had to admit, you kind of hated him. His proclivity for Alice in Wonderland annoyed you to no end. The constant rhyming, the references to the book – God, was it annoying as all hell. You’d never cared for the book, either, finding no fascination with the story within your life. Whatever he saw in it, you’d never know.   

Frowning, you made your way inside the asylum. Dark halls greeted you, the smell of must and mildew clinging to your nose as you entered, hurrying into the staff room to put your stuff down. Sweat beaded on your brow as you rushed to your locker, the cold, metallic room filled with lockers surrounding you on all sides.

“You’re late,” said your friend, Bethany, who was sitting a nearby table.

“Sorry,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Traffic was backed up like crazy.”

“Well, we’ve got a whole lot on the books,” Bethany said. “And Batman hauled in Tetch tonight. Beat him up pretty bad. You’re gonna need to take a look at him.”

That made you still. You frowned, your insides clenching tightly, agitation rippling across your skin. Disgust rumbled in your stomach as you rolled your eyes. “Just what I needed tonight,” you muttered.

Sighing, you quickly changed into your uniform and headed out of the room. Heart beating heavily against your chest, you made your way through the dark, quiet halls until you reached the infirmary. Luckily, you saw no sign of Batman, but there were two guards posted right outside the infirmary doors. The heavy stench of antiseptic and chemicals filled your nose as you nodded to them, letting them know you would be fine. Jervis was dangerous when he had access to his mind control abilities, but without them, he wasn’t too much of a threat. The guards shot you a look before returning to their rounds. The heavy smell of antiseptic and chemicals filled your nose as you peeked your head into the infirmary.

Right away, you spotted Jervis Tetch on one of the nearby beds. There was a bruise on his left temple, his nose bloodied, a gash above his right eyebrow. His eyes were cast downward, his blue costume ripped and dirtied, his hat set aside on the bed beside him.

You sighed. What a miserable little man, you thought.

Swallowing down your irritation, you stepped further into the room. Well, best to get this over with. You’d bandaged his wounds and send him back to his cell. The quicker you got this over with, the better. Jervis looked up as you walked inside, but his eyes immediately hardened at the sight of you, his lips peeling back in a sneer.

“Oh, it’s you,” he muttered. “The Red Queen.”

You frowned. The Red Queen. That’s what he always called you. Seeing you as an enemy against himself and his own pursuits. You still didn’t quite understand the meaning of it, but you didn’t care much, either.

“Hello, Jervis,” you sighed, wandering to the side of the room to begin pulling on some gloves and grab some bandages from a nearby counter.

He clicked his tongue in distaste. “Can’t you send someone else in here?”

“Sorry, but you’re stuck with me,” you said. “Believe me, you’re the last patient I wanted to see tonight.”

“The feeling is mutual,” he muttered.

You frowned, fighting your scowl. God, was he annoying. You would’ve given anything to treat the Joker instead of Jervis right about now, and that was saying something. Once your gloves were on, you turned back to him, wandering over. The breath caught in your throat as you approached. Now that you were closer to him, you were beginning to realize the extent of his injuries: the bruises and the blood, just how damaged he looked. Batman’s fists must’ve done a number on him. You pulled up a nearby chair and sat down in front of him.

“Stay still,” you muttered, as you prepared a piece of gauze with some alcohol on it. As you reached forward to place it on his gash, he jerked back and hissed through his teeth.

“Ow!” he hissed. “Can’t you be a little more gentle?”

“And can’t you sit still?” you asked, fury burning through your veins.

He scoffed and wave his hand. “Your touch leaves much to be desired, my dear.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words and you leaned away slightly. “Don’t call me that. Now sit still and let me treat you.”

He frowned, but you caught eyes with him for just a moment – but it was a moment too long, nonetheless, and his gaze hardened the longer he looked at you. Your insides squirmed and you looked away, peeling your eyes from his own. His stare burned holes into your skin, and you suddenly felt a pang of regret for being so mean to him, so curt. He was a patient here, after all; maybe you needed to be kinder. You were a nurse, after all.

“Please,” you said again, a little softer this time.

He hesitated, before nodding, relaxing into h is spot on the bed. You reached forward, gently dabbing at the gash above his brow. He winced, but didn’t pull away this time; he was quiet as he let you work, continuing to bandage his wounds, ensuring they were properly cleaned and covered to prevent infection. He smelled of sweat and something metallic, something like gunpowder and a factory. Perhaps that’s where he’d been staying for weeks. But as you worked, you felt his eyes continuing to burn holes in your skin, as if you were something to be studied.

You frowned. “You can stop staring at me like that,” you muttered.          

“Like what?” he asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

“Like…” God, you didn’t even know how to explain it. All you knew was that the way he stared at you made your cheeks flush and your insides warm. With fury or desire, you didn’t know which ruled you more.

“I’m simply curious, is all,” he said. “About whether you’re still fitting to be my Red Queen…or something else.”

“You better not call me Alice,” you muttered, before he could continue.

He paused, his brows raising slightly, but he remained quiet. As soon as you were finished with bandaging his last wound, you sat back and stared at him, your eyes narrowed. He stared back at you, but as he reached for his hat, he winced, cradling his arm in his hand.

You quickly looked him over. “You might have a sprain,” you said.

“Can you grab my hat for me?” he asked.

You sighed. The last thing you wanted to do was encourage him, but you grabbed his hat anyway, the material soft against your fingertips. You turned back, watching as he continued to cradle his arm in his hand. Sighing, you placed the hat back onto his head, but as you did, something inside of you shifted as your heart leapt into your throat. He gazed up at you, before smiling, his lips twisting into something strangely pleasant and warm.

“Stop smiling like that,” you muttered, stepping back. But as your arms dropped to your side, his hand suddenly shot out, snatching up your wrists – and in that moment, you realized he had been faking his sprain.

“You know,” he said after a moment. “You’re much better suiter to be Alice than you are the Red Queen.”

You paused, his words taking you aback, blinking as you tried to process what he said. Your mouth went dry, panic crawling up your throat.

“Or are you better suited to be the Red Queen?” he asked, almost a curiosity in his tone. “To be the enemy of Alice? To all of Wonderland?”

“Jervis…” you said, your tone testing. “Let go of me. Right now.”

“But, my dear, don’t you see?” he asked, rising to his feet. “We can be more than enemies. Aren’t you tired of this little dance we do time and time again?”

His words were like a slap in the face, like a knife being thrust into your heart. His hand tightened around your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh. Ever since you’d started working here, you had done this strange dance with Jervis: the hatred, the insults, the glaring at each other every time one of you walked by. That fire burned in your belly as bright as a dying star. Fury filled your eyes as you yanked your arm from his grasp.

“You are crossing a big line, Tetch,” you said, a warning in your tone.

“Oh, but alas,” he said. “I think I’ve far from overstepped.” He smiled, a wide-toothed grin, his eyes alighting with desire and desperation.

You gasped as he closed the distance between you two, and in one stride, he grabbed your face between his hands and pulled his lips to yours. His mouth tasted of blood and sweat, but his tongue brushed against your own as you gasped. His hands were warm on your skin – and a sudden warmth trickled through your veins. It had been so long since you’d been kissed, so long since anyone touched you – and there was something deeply primal about kissing a man you hated so much. The gauze fell from your hand and fluttered to the floor, and you relaxed against Jervis, letting him kiss you as you kissed him back. One of your hands came up around and fisted in his light blonde hair, twisting your fingers in the strands. He was warm and soft as his body pressed against your own, as sick desire twisted in your own gut. Warmth pooled in you core, alighting inside of you, and you moaned into his mouth.

His hands tightened around you as he pushed you back against the nearby counter, his warm body enveloping yours. His teeth nipped at your lips, and you pushed yourself harder against him, grinding yourself into him, desperate for more.

“God, I hate you,” you whispered, though you couldn’t pull your lips away.

That made him chuckle, a low rumble deep in his throat. “And I hate you just as much, my dear Alice,” he murmured.

But just as his lips found yours again, footsteps down the hall suddenly made you pull away. You gasped as the realization of what you were doing – that you were kissing a patient – made you step farther back, putting distance between the two of you. His eyes widened, his mouth falling agape as the two of you stared at one another. But you gritted your teeth and scowled, realizing just what you’d done. Words died on your tongue as you stood there, heart hammering against your ribcage, trying to process just what you’d done – but with an angry huff, you turned on your heels and raced out of the room.

“Until next time, Alice!” he cried as you stormed out of the infirmary.

But as you stormed down the hall, fury burning in your stomach, you couldn’t help but smile.

[kydnexploded]

what do you think btas jervis’s childhood was like? Or how would you interpret his appearance in the caped crusader

i dont have some crazy or interesting story/headcanon about his childhood but here i go anyway, yapping all the way

jervis is the quiet/awkward kid, easy target for bullies, people talk to him because either that he got excelent grades or its just that hes easily manipulated, people used and step over him a lot since he was a people pleaser.

hes got one or two friends over the years but they never stick, they always leave for someone or other friend group. dont get started on crushes and all that, many of them reject him or worse, laugh and make fun of him. he got obsessive and very clingy, even with platonic relationships.

what about at home? its not that great either. his parents often just ignored him, busy with work or some other things. (i dont know if i want him to have siblings or not, i guess not cuz i cant handle that atm). he was beaten a lot before, but now they just comment on his appearance and behaviour.

hes a little short than peers his age, and of course the buck teeth. if you just met him you might say hes very shy and quiet but nice overall, but if you know him, oh hes far from that. hes very expressive, would talk for hours about anything that excites him, would sing and dance and be free without any care in the world.

OK THATS IT HSHAHHZ im so bad at writing nsjsnsn go on save this in your cringe folder

when things are rough he escapes through reading books and sometimes watching movies or cartoons. he had a obsession over lewis caroll's books. he sees himself in the characters, imersed in its story.

♤♡◇♧

also sorry if theres anything wrong, "english not my first language" gang✌

and heres some art i made of him age 9 to 16

gahhh its so fun doing these ushwhbsb LOOK AT HIM MY POOKIE BEAR i just want to pinch him GRRHH

and for the caped crusader one i dont have any ideas, i also havent watched it, sorry :•b

[batman-dc-imagines]

J squad trying to coax your cat off the roof or out of a tree?

Gotham!J Squad saving your cat from a high place...

Relation(s): Can be Romantic or Platonic

Jervis Tetch

Your cat has this poor man stressing.

It was supposed to be a simple task at your request.

Watch the cat for a couple hours while you are out doing your thing. How hard could that be?

Your cat decided that today would be the perfect time to put that to the test.

Jervis tidied up around the place.

Read a book.

Made himself a cup of tea.

Anything to make the minutes move by quicker honestly.

When it was getting close to the scheduled feeding time for your cat, Jervis called out its name.

Odd.

Nothing.

He checked the regular spots your cat liked to be in, his brows furrowing the longer it took to find it.

He can’t find the cat.

He can’t find your cat.

Your cat.

Not good. Not good in the slightest.

Confusion turns quickly to panic

“Twinkle, twinkle, little cat, oh how I wonder where you’re at!” He mutters to himself in panic.

In the middle of all this, he hears it.

A faint meow.

He freezes in his place and listens for it again.

Another faint meow.

He follows the sound. It gets louder the closer he gets to the back door.

He opens the door and looks around outside but there was nothing.

There it was again.

He looks up and the sight he sees almost makes him have a heart attack.

Your cat was on the roof, peeking its head out and staring right at him.

He’s immediately up the stairs and opening the nearest window to get to your cat before it decides to really test out its nine life.

He’s using everything in the book to grab your cat’s attention.

I’m talking, treats, random sounds, hand gestures.

Everything.

Eventually your cat gets interested and slowly struts over to him.

The minute it’s in arms reach, Jervis reaches out and snatches up the kitty.

Let’s just say he was able to get your cat down safely.

Not without getting some minor scratches as payback from your cat.

He basically chided your cat like you would a small child once there both back inside.

He fights with himself on telling you or not about what happened.

Worried that you’ll see him as an irresponsible person.

But also worried about lying to you.

Once you get back, he’s already at your feet weeping about what happened and how it was his fault and how he’s irresponsible and how he almost let your cat hurt itself and-

He shuts up when you-

laugh?

You’re laughing.

You just pat his shoulder and explain nonchalantly that it’s normal.

Hell your cats put you in the same situation multiple times.

Now he’s dumbfounded.

Jonathan Crane

This was unexpected for him.

Cat sitting.

He never had a cat growing up so he wasn’t sure how it would go taking care of yours.

You quickly introduced him to your feline before giving him a hug and leaving out the door.

They kind of just stared at each other for a solid minute before your cat walked away.

Jon just shrugged and took a seat on your sofa, grabbing the nearest book.

After about an hour, he noticed he hasn’t seen your cat ever since you left.

He gets up and starts wandering around your place, looking in small spaces where he assumes your cat would be.

He starts getting uneasy the longer he searches.

He’s searching your bedroom when he hears a meow.

He glimpses around the room in confusion before looking up and low and behold, there’s your cat.

On top of your wardrobe closet.

“How in the..”

The breath that he had been holding in was finally released.

He goes over to the wardrobe and holds out his arms but your cat doesn’t move a muscle.

Just stares.

“Seriously?!”

He lets out a deep sigh, going to the kitchen and grabbing a small baggie of treats you had shown him earlier to give your cat if needed.

When he walked back into the room, your cat perked up at the sight.

Jon smirked at that, taking out a couple and holding them up high enough but not too close.

The second your cat reached out a paw, Jon grabbed your cat and hugged it close to him.

“Got ya!”

Your cat just scowls at him for the rest of the evening until you get back.

He doesn’t find it a serious concern to tell you considering your cat isn’t hurt but, he might let it slip out though a couple weeks later.

Jerome Valeska

A/N: If you actually want to see how he'd save your cat, send in another ask. I just seriously think he'd be the prime reason your cat gets stuck.

He put your cat in the tree.

[bluesfreakingart]

second thoughts

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"If I didn't know any better, I would think you like him," Jervis said with a soft laugh as he poured the hot water. There was a silence before a sweet sigh from Alice. "I think I just might…"

Those words hitting his ears made him stop momentarily. Glancing over his shoulder ever so slightly, he asked, "Really?"

"Really… I've been thinking about it for some time now. I swear there's a real connection— he's rough around the edges, sure, but he's so sweet past it."

Jervis placed the sachet of tea into the hot water as he took his eyes off her, a tightness sudden in his chest. "…don't you think it's a little too early to say that? I mean, how long have you known him again?"

A hum was audible. "It's been a few months. I think we're coming up to a year, and I've already had a date or two. I've already told you about those, though. Gosh— I still can't believe I spilled that wine on the second date. Embarrassing…"

"It wasn't that bad," Jervis replied, trying so hard to ignore that feeling that clawed at his heart.

"Wasn't that bad? Oh, come on, Jervy, I'm sure if you did that in front of the person you like, you'd be losing your mind too."

The neuroscientist gave a moment of silence in thought, taking the sachet out of his tea and throwing it in the waste bin. He still didn't look at her. "You caught me. I'd probably be a mess… physically and mentally."

"Right!" she said with a giggle. The secretary then hummed again. "…I'm serious though, Jervis."

"Serious about what..?"

"About Billy. I think… I think I might confess to him today, after work."

"Are you sure?" were the words that slipped from his mouth.

"What do you mean, am I sure? I'm sure as sure can be! What, you don't think it's a good idea, me and Billy?"

"No, no, no— No, I'm not saying that, Alice," he quickly fervently denied. "I'm sure you two have… something. I was just asking if, you know, have you meditated on it more? Being in a relationship is a commitment after all—"

Suddenly, the woman had snuck right next to him and leaned on the lounge counter. "I haaaaave meditated on it. It's been a feeling for a while now. Sure, if it was the first few months, that'd be pretty fast, and I get it, but—"

Jervis's gaze met with hers and locked. She looked at him with that pleasant smile, that twinkle in her eyes. "I'm sure you've felt it before, that warm feeling in your chest that feels like it's going to burst right out and spill out, that excitement that can't be quite put down."

The neuroscientist absentmindedly put a hand over his chest, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "Oh— Yes! Yes, of course… I have. Course, I have," he nodded for emphasis.

Alice cocked her head to the side for a moment, expecting him to go on. Jervis, noticing how silent he'd become, suddenly spouted, "P-plenty of times! Plenty of times I've had it, hard not to when there's… so many… wonderful people… in this wonderful world."

Alice playfully nudged his shoulder. "I knew you'd get me! You always seem to…" She gave a small giggle and smile. "Seriously though, thank you for looking out for me the way you do, Jervy. A girl's grateful to have a friend like you…"

Jervis forced a bright smile. "And I'd say the same—"

The secretary's gaze was focused on Jervis before it focused past him to the clock. "Oh, oh damn it— break time's over. Thanks again, you'll know where to find me if you want to chat again—"

Jervis watched as she hurriedly got herself together to leave the break lounge. The neuroscientist then managed to muster the courage to say, "Alice—"

"Huh? Need something?" Alice asked as she looked at him with those pretty eyes again. The words stuck in his throat. "I— I hope… the confession… goes well," Jervis finally said.

"Ah, thanks! I hope it does too! See ya, Jervy~" she said before vanishing past the door frame into the fray of Wayne Tech hallways yet again.

Jervis stood there in silence as he finally took a sip of his tea… seems he oversteeped it.

It was cold and bitter by now.