#arkhamverse mad hatter

[gl1tchr]

have you drawn jervis/mad hatter? i'd love to see him in your style!

I have now :] you can tell my favorite Batman U is Arkhamverse because it's what I immediately Default to when people ask me to draw these goobers

[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

[wingedqueenlynx]

Pov: when you are continuing drawing storyboard frames and actually cook with one of them-

I fucking love how I drew Jervis here, I cooked with this one fr

Plus I'm almost done storyboarding hehe ;]

[froot-of-the-vine]

i finished arkham origins the other day. have a hatter

[iepurasdepraf]

I... don't have the editing skill or knowhow to make something pretty to put here so you just get me talking, isn't that fun?

Arkhamverse Jervis Tetch x reader

Warnings: Female reader, bondage, fingering, ah... hm... that's all I think for this.

I just felt like it was getting a little long, but it's tasty as it is also, a whole thing on it's own really. If you want a part 2 let me know and maybe I'll finish what comes next, yeah?

@callsigncrash - You asked to be tagged.

A half sunken portion of a major city left to mold and crumble would normally make for an interesting if morbid opening for a fairytale or maybe an overeager young adult post-apocalypse novel the author didn’t have the technical skill to pull off. As would taking shelter in the attic of an abandoned townhouse. Turning that damp den into a passable hidey-hole for two lost dreamers to overwinter in, safe from the frigid water that was always seeping in and whoever else was creeping around what remained of Arkham City. Which was more than you’d think, really.

The man who called himself both mad and a hatter was in the midst of all that folly. Calling out to his friend with glee “Oh look! Mary Ann! Mary Ann, come look!”

An expert in making trash into treasure, the finding of Christmas lights sent him reeling into a giddy state. He had woken up bright eyed and bushy tailed and hadn’t lost that spirit for an instant even in the rising water and inclement weather though she’d woke finding herself far less hopeful. She’d barely slept at all in fact. 

However, said Ann of Mary didn’t look away from the ladder she’d been staring down at for the past hour or so even though normally she would have come with a skip at his beck and call putting a damper on the Hatter’s excitement somewhat. “Mary Ann?” Once more did not answer his call, it was as if she didn’t hear him at all. This was a vice versa of their usual and Jervis wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was his schtick to be lost in his own head after all. She was out of character!

He took offense at first, how dare she not give him her full and undivided attention! Then after a moment and impulsive thought wrangling he pouted. It wasn’t like she was one of his pawns. She had her own thoughts and feelings and- what was she looking at anyway? 

With lights in tow and shuffling in oversized boots, he makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. Mmm… water? Just water and soggy furniture. How boring. Not even anything swimming in it. Stinky, smelly thigh deep, to him, Gotham Bay water. 

More important than all that though was that she was frowning he noticed. Poor sweet Mary Ann, was she scared of the water? Worried? It wouldn’t come up this far. That’s why they were up so high.Though maybe she didn’t know that he considered. She’d not experienced Arkham City as he had after all. 

“Mary Ann” He said one last time, a little tersely this time, and when she didn’t respond he tossed the lights over her. Tangling her up like a tuna in a net to drag her deeper into the attic away from the distracting portal to a dreary reality. “Jervis!” “There she is!” “Get this off me!” She laughed over it luckily, amused as ever with his wiley antics. He couldn’t recall her ever getting mad at him for being himself. Maybe that’s why he felt so secure in being himself with her even if that meant doing something silly like tangling her up in Christmas lights. “What is this?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked! They’re lights. Fairy lights, Mary!” “I’m very happy for-” He pulled the wires tight playfully and she came to attention in a way he’d never seen before. So quiet, so red in the face. Ah. Jervis was mad, but not a fool. He knew that look. Seems they both just learned something about dear sweet Mary Ann. 

What fun! 

Something to pass the time then? Something to… distract her. That was a passible excuse. “Sit up for me, won’t you?” Oh, she was so obedient! Quick to do exactly as she was told now, just needed a little incentive. The wad of lights were easy enough to untangle. He had more than enough practice after so many years of decorating hideouts and set ups to get them undone in a jiffy though all that talent was then turned on it’s head to truss Mary Ann right back up nice and neat. Easy enough to make a harness, easier still to bind someone’s arms behind their back. He’d done that oodles of times. That delicious thigh meat dressed nicely, so thick it muffined around the strings. It would normally bring him to distraction, but right now he had just as lovely things to savor so he had to force himself to peel his eyes from the sight. 

He’ll be back later, thighs, just give him a moment. He has to bind shin and ankle so they can be bound to you, you see? 

Making dear Mary Ann kneel so sweetly on the floor that he just can’t resist showing her that being bound so specifically had it’s own benefits. A pull of the wire wrapped around his gloved fist and those loving binds squeezed coyly in all those tender places she could have ever wanted them to. She made the sweet mewls to prove it even after he let go.

Perfect, it was all so nearly perfect, but wasn’t quite. No, he had one thing left to do. “Don’t move.” She looked back in her partially bent forward position, but didn’t otherwise move which was fine and good. He beamed at her scrambling to get the dangling overhead light which he had to hop for to plunge them both into total darkness. “Jervis?” “Trust is essential, Mary Ann,” His disembodied voice said while seeming to float across the attic “You trust me, don’t you?” Without so much the pause for a breath she answered “Yes.�� leaving her breathless when the generator roared to life on the other side of the room and the multicolored Christmas lights jumped to life around her revealing a grinning Jervis still crouched down from plugging the lights into the power strip. Oh yes, he was very willing to burn gas for this, for her. 

He looked utterly mad in the flittering light with that smile. Wide hazel eyes taking her in like he could physically consume her with them. Anyone else would be terrified of him, but not her, no. No! Not Mary Ann. Silly girl was arched and eager for him to come closer. They’d never done anything like this before. Such a shame! Such an interesting first time! More than made up for it by his math. 

“You’ve never looked more like Alice.” Her eyes went wide at that. There was too little time between the comment and Jervis dropping to his knees in front of her to respond. Even less between that and him pressing his lips to the corner of hers after lightly holding her chin to tilt her head just the way he wanted. He kissed her bottom lip, the top lip, the other corner. Teasing her until she whined about it before pressing his lips to hers and she learned his kisses were like him. Completely overwhelming. He didn’t kiss once in a long slow maneuver, no. He kissed her once, twice, a hundred times then finally slowing down to let her only gasp between them. 

He loved how she trembled, how she gave in. Pressing her chest to his while he let her desperately kiss him back while he enjoyed every sweet exchange. 

He had to indulge himself a little, didn’t he? Couldn’t let her have all the fun.

“Good. So good for me.” Jervis cooed treacly as a dove letting his hands wander as they pleased. Dressed in blue with the cutest pinafore and sweet as can be. Not Alice, but someone close enough for comfort. Someone you could confuse for Alice, but not her, no. He’d forgotten his logic for it at the moment. Was it that she cleaned up better? Mn, it wasn’t important. Mary Ann, dear darling Mary Ann in his arms was. Just a few more kisses he told himself. Just a few more. His tongue slipping in her mouth made them both swoon. Hers was soft and shy. His bold and brash, tasting her like Eve tasting the forbidden fruit and with the same fervor. If you're going to damn yourself it might as well be with gusto. Or in this case turn a friend into a lover. No going back in any case. 

“Jervis…” Down, down the rabbit hole or what felt eerily similar while he kissed his way down her throat to the very top of her chest. He couldn’t go lower and find flesh. He’d not thought ahead and undressed her before tying her up. More's the pity, but there was always later for that sort of fun. Instead he turned her gently, careful of her knees on the eeky creaky old wood of the attic floor while making sure to give the lights slack so as to not pull the plug out of the loose socket.

Hello, Thighs. Did you two miss him? He missed you. Oh, yes he did. He’d never had this much fun adjusting the clothing under someone’s binds before. At some point he’d not taken much notice to, he’d peeled his gloves off and tossed them a little too hard across the room to be found another time. Entirely to eager to finally feel the flesh of those absolutely maddening thighs against his palms. He didn’t have much feeling in his fingertips anymore. Too many scars, too many callouses. How long had it been since he’d felt someone’s thighs shaking like this against his own? How long had it been since someone made such thrilling noises that made every atom of his being vibrate with wanton desire just from his touch? He couldn’t recall. 

The Hatter managed to focus himself, moving pinafore and skirt around to the front and out of his way eventually between giving into the baser instincts his brain sent painful throbbing impulses to his groin demanding. Touch her here, feel her there. Cup right where you know she wants you to and call her yours just to make her whine and pant. A little pause just holding her close to make sure she was still with him before exposing those bloomers he’d spent so much wretched time getting the lace just right on.

“Next time I get it in my head to tie you up,” He whispered resting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her hips so he could tangle his fingers in the light cotton fabric of the offending underpants “Be a dear, won’t you, and remind me to undress you first.” “I-” She didn’t get the time for a proper response. She didn’t really need it, did she? He ripped the seam open with a grimace and she let out the most pleasant squeal. “I can fix them later.” He assured as if it mattered. 

“That’s better isn’t it?” It was for him. Lord, was it. “Hm?” “Mhm.” “Now now,” Jervis tutted “I am a man of words. Use them.” She liked it when he was bossy. When he got that growl in his lilting squeaky voice and it dipped low low low to a rumble. It made her shiver and flush normally and though right now her poor face couldn’t get anymore red she managed to peep out a “Yes! Much better!” that told him he was doing everything right. “Good girl.”

Heavens to Betsy, if she wasn’t wiggly before she certainly was now and much to his delight he found out exactly why when he let his fingers go where they were naturally inclined. “Oh my…” Jervis breathed, ghosting just the bare tips of his fingers along her slit. It was hard to tell who was more worked up at this point. The way he clung to her while his fingers slipped into her to feel exactly how much she wanted him of all people was something poets would drool over. That rarely felt realization of what was generally revolting being wanted and oh how wanted he was. “Jervis- Oh my god!” He grinned, nuzzling his face into her hair. She didn’t know he knew how to do this and it was a little funny. People always mistook madness for innocence. He’d lived through the 70’s darling, this was vanilla cream in a lavender darjeeling. He’d bitched this pot before. “Hm, Jervis be nimble, Jervis be quick.” He squeezed her tighter and let his thumb find her clit to rub while his fingers fucked her hard and fast making her arch her back in her binds and shake while calling out his name over and over like a mantra. She didn’t last long at all, no, not after everything and came with all the flash and splendor he dreamed she might. Soaking his fingers in a way that made him nearly regret not skipping straight to the point earlier. “Jesus Christ-” “Not too bad for a lunatic?”

Poor girl could only huff out a few laughs at the silly rhyme after she’d come down a little then moaned low and long in relief in pleasure while sagging against him. “Don’t get too comfortable, darling,” He cooed, wrapping the leashlike cord of lights he’d left for the express purpose of a moment like this around his fingers after he’d pulled them from his lover to give her a little breather, only pulling hard enough to bring her back to attention with a meep. 

“That was just the foreplay.”

[drgarrisonandpaul]

Hatter: *Skipping around The Iceberg Lounge*

Two-Face:

Riddler:

Penguin: "Security, there's a homosexual on aisle 5."

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

BTAS, Gotham, Arkham Jervis has a crush on a Scarecrow assistant who also likes disturbing stuff and people feel weird around her.

"She's just a little quirky!"

I had a lot of fun messing around with this one. I hope you like it!

Tw: taxidermy, dead animal mention, gore/violence mention

For the sake of my own fun, let's make up some interests and background for our fake assistant. Neurodivergent, socially clumsy but tries to be friendly- her home is decorated with grotesque horror memorabilia, articulated animal skeletons, taxidermy and preserved bugs. She did at least half of them herself. Naturally attracted to many of common fears or things that make people grossed out. Wants to talk about them anyways. With that said-

Btas

- Ooooooohhhhh my god please don't stab him.

- HAHA HE MEANS HELLO HOW ARE YOU? Always exceedingly polite and it's only partly because he's nervous.

- Shes so beautiful and uniquely herself and terrifying and-

- His crush is really confusing at first because she's intimidating to him? Yes, absolutely fitting for someone working with Scarecrow. But besides some darker quirks, he's rather... whimsy.

- It's when she's so kind and genuine to him that it falls into place and he realizes that he's in trouble. There's a moment where he has to come to terms with the fact that he is also kind of strange and makes people feel weird and uncomfortable- and she doesn't judge him for it!

- Once he actually works up the nerve to tell her and she actually accepts him? That changes everything.

- Expect him to fully divulge in all his weird special interests and do his best to indulge in hers! It's not so scary once he sees the process. He had to do a lot of necropsies and anatomical studies to become a neuroscientist, after all.

- Will get very defensive if anyone acts nervous around her or rude. She's better than all of them!

- If you haven't seen "Red Flags" by Tom Cardy (ft. Montaigne) on YouTube, you should because it's the vibe for this pairing. Slight warning the red flag in the song is that the dates favorite movie is Human Centipede so if that's a trigger, avoid.

Gotham

- We're going to assume both Scarecrow and his assistant are older/adults for this scenario.

- It might bother him to see the amount of dead things all around her space. Yet he's seen enough mansions of old money to be familiar with pieces like these.

- At first he finds the horror memorabilia a bit over the top. But he sees how quiet and dedicated she is. To... everything, really. How she actually listens to him when he speaks. What others might think of as a "creepy stare" is her giving full attention, which he actually appreciates!

- When he does realize his feelings, he decides he's going to court her in a gentlemanly fashion.

- First he seeks to gift his crush something special. It's a piece he has to really search for at auctions and antique stores until he found the perfect one- a special display cabinet to fit on her shelf. The start of her own cabinet of curiosities!

- The second is asking her out where he can take her to see all the wonderful little holes in the walls he's discovered around Gotham... finishing off with a projector movie in his home. Tonights show? 1960 horror classic "Eyes without a Face" with subtitles!

- He keeps his hands to himself unless she initiates. And then, very politely, he takes her to her home after and kisses her knuckle as he says goodnight.

- He wonders if she likes hypnosis? He supposes he'll find out it anyone is ever mean to her because that is definitely what's going to happen.

Arkham

- 100% ready to be a freak about this.

- He was already pretty dark both in his actions and mentally before he got locked up in iso in arkham and then his brains served scrambled by Strange. The disturbing aspects of her interests don't startle him in the least.

- If anything he watches her with hearts in his eyes as she handles the specimens on her "work" desk when he comes to visit Scarecrow to discuss plans.

- "You must have soft hands to work with something so... delicate. Delicate, delicate, you look affectionate to your creations. Just how do you go to development?" Tell him all the details!

- If she isn't aware, Jon definitely mentions that his friend has got a crush. To be wary. And that he can "crush" it if needed. She simply smiles and waves it off.

- She gives Jervis a taxidermy white rabbit dressed in waistcoat with a little pocket watch- just like the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland... yes, he gets emotional. It's SO thoughtful! He's going to have to find a special place for it to display!

- They are going to assists each other in murder and villain plots. Couples bonding! He gave her teeth he made his enemies yank out of their own skulls ♡

- If anyone were to mock her or make her feel poorly because of the wonderful person she is, well... they'll just have to play a role in his next tea party, won't they?

[madhattersexymancompetition]

Submit your hatter to the Mad Hatter sexyman competition!

*ONLY DC MAD HATTERS*

[dampagate]

Oh March Hare! How lovely to see you!

Tetch, you idiot. There's gas.

First one is me hand picking colours to use.

Second one is me colour picking from my reference pictures.

I'm curious which one you all like more! I'm partial to my own colouring, personally.

But here is the Master of Fear and Master of the Mind caught up in fear toxin together.

[b678]

🎩🪃🎃

[batmanfruitloops]

With Arkham Shadow coming out this month, here's an interesting question:

How would your AU's characters react to wearing their Arkham costumes? (Can be from any of the 4 games, whether Asylum, City, Knight, or Origins)

I imagine Jo wouldn't particularly enjoy his Asylum costume, since it lacks a shirt, and Eddie would especially hate his Knight outfit due to how stained and dirty it is...

Yeah, Jo wouldn't like the Asylum one. He's very self-conscious about his body and it's also just not good for running around. Gotham is not a place you should be barefoot. It's also rainy and cloudy all the time, you're going to catch a cold with no shirt on. Though he would appreciate the hand-crafted aspect.

He would like the Knight costume a lot. He'd like how intimating it looked. Though he prefers to hide any mechanical aspect of his own costume, to give the illusion he's some kind of creature. It seems like a bit of a weak spot to have all those tubes and canisters on display.

Ed wouldn't mind any of the costumes in the series. The only reason he wouldn't like the Knight one is that it was dirty. If it was clean, he'd be happy to wear it as normal work clothes.

I personally like the suit shown in Asylum and it's a real shame we don't get to see him or the suit at all.

contrary wise, Jervis wouldn't like any of the costumes at all. He'd find them boring and dull. Tailoring is a form of expression for him and highly values his ability to make his own clothes. He'd feel like he was in someone else's skin instead of just a change of clothes. He also, like Ed, prefers to be clean and well-kept. Though it's not in the same way Ed needs to be clean. I think the only thing he'd like is the Thermus on the belt for the Origins one.

John would love the suit! Just... Don't tell him what atrocities have been committed in that suit.

I thought it would be funny to include Harley as well. It's pretty self-explanatory. When I played Asylum while on a call with a friend, we would both jokingly yell "BOOBS" whenever she was on screen.

These are all the ones I have the energy to draw for, but I do think it's fun to think about stuff like this. Thank you!

-Fluffy

[gl1tchr]

Bro, I absolutely love your art, especially with Jervis cuz bro is my favorite.

a bit of Dork Squad proper since I flubbed it the first time for the Jervis Enjoyers out there. They're trying to make a pumpkin pie 💔

[illustratedartist]

OFF WITH HIS HEAD! 🗡️🐉💍🎩🦇

Have I ever mentioned how Jervis tetch is my favorite character? Did that come up yet?

I have been working on this drawing on and off for almost a year now, it was just supposed to be a simple sketch for expressions but that clearly went off the rails! This was definately a love/hate relationship while drawing this, but I think I finally came out with something Im more than happy with!! I wanted a more comic book look, but definately went a bit overboard with it lol

I have so many ideas for Jervis and not enough time to draw them all out DNSKBDJBS

Anywho, enjoy this crazy drawing! and let me know if you can spot the little March Scare and DorRat hidden in the drawing! As well as other details you happened to notice😉

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

I gave him earrings. He likes them.

[gildagracedent]

"Welcome to Arkham Asylum"

I would absolutely never say to visit this website below to read the whole thing. Never. That would be so unethical. Stay away from this site. ; ) Make sure you have a good adblocker and virus protection, but you won't use the site, of course!

Avoid this site.

[iepurasdepraf]

can we have a crumb?

“Oh, Dormouse, I’m beside myself.” The Mad Hatter whined, flopping down between the footplates of his dear friend’s wheelchair to drape himself dramatically across their legs. “What is a mad man supposed to do?!” He sighed loudly, mopeing all over them while they looked down at him from their knitting with a bemused expression. “I still can’t get the neural interface to communicate properly with the CMD prompts using the new transsphenoidal method! Another failure… At this rate I’m going to have to go out and find another batch of test subjects.” “Did you try talking to the duck?” His bottom lip stuck out from under his buckteeth “Nn…no.” “You know that helps.” “I know!” He flipped so he was resting his arms on their thighs and his chin on his hands to look up at Dormy with big puppy dog eyes “I do! I know… but I need an excuse to come bother you, don’t I?” He beamed as his friend laughed. 

They were always amused with him and never bothered. He knew he could come to them without an excuse and they assured him of that again with a gentle “Jervis, you don’t need a reason to come bother me. You’re never bothering me.” Sweet as treacle they were, but he needed an excuse sometimes for his own sake. Taking even a second of their time with a privilege after all. At least to him it was.