#ch: jervis tetch

[bubblesxo]

plot points i'm excited to write about in my de-aged gotham!bruce au (ch 1+2 on ao3 now) in no particular order:

de-aged bruce (mid-s5) vs normal aged riddler

de-aged riddler (s1)

de-aged oswald (s5) with de-aged riddler

de-aged jeremiah hehehehe (to when? who knows, not me)

jerome... sorry guys but unless you're that one (1) person i shall be silent on this matter for now

doc thompkins + jason parallels

the batkids bonding with their dad and realizing that he's actually extremely traumatized

alfred is feral. send tweet

yo selina ???

jim gordon is on the case *sunglasses smiling emoji*

de-aged scarecrow (s1)

jervis tetch shows up????

casual clone mention

"wait arkham closed?? and reopened?? why??!!" *bruce staring off into the distance regretting his life*

random bits where bruce shows the fact that he basically survived a full-on gang war

he is literally so cool guys. i love my baby bruce wayne

umm maybe i'll add more later. anyways basically i'm using tumblr to write my notes + ideas for the story before they run away

[alrighty-vigilante]

Behold, I offer you this humble meme

[the-brave-and-the-dumb]

Do I need to add anything?

[felicitykings]

Must go! Must go! They’re after me and the Scarecrow!

[incorrectphoenix]

Oops, I’ve been a cryptid too long. I forgot how to be a proper friend and person.

Jervis Tetch

[dcmultiverse]

[the-brave-and-the-dumb]

... bruh

jervis handing you this….wyd

[future-nots]

time to post my sketches!!

[sinistarz]

as the official ambassador of girls/boys/theys who love jervis tetch. we stan your nervous of jervis tetch! i love how you didn't go down the path of "AliCe!" and made them his sister.

Jerry is more based on the OG Tetch, the funny little man with the funny big hat who carried around a monkey and just sought out to fuck with peoples brains. There was no ‘Alice’ back in those days, but I still wanted to include her somehow someway into Jerry’s story.

She attempts to be the voice of reason in her brother’s life and explain that brainwashing people is a bad idea, but unfortunately she can never get that point across.

Jerry was bullied and talked down his whole life, and for the first time ever they had the chance to prove their worth and wit and finally make people listen to him- be it by will or by FORCE

Of course, her getting in the way of Jerry’s work is what leads to her untimely demise of course 😔🤟

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

With You All the Way ch. 1

Summary: welcome to my new prinxiety au! Virgil fights with his brain over his identity

Taglist: @sanderdarksides @moons-the-nightmare @heirm @lost-in-thought-20 @1stressedanddepressed @xoaningout @lily-janus @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @thebittybonesaddict @just-a-little-anxious @parksthefrog @randomacnhfan (ask if you want to be added)

Thank you to @lost-in-thought-20 for coming up with this amazing title!

Word count: 1486

TWs: cognitive distortions, anxiety, transphobia (not really but Virgil is over thinking)

Ao3

I’m Virgil Salem. Or at least I want to be Virgil Salem but no one knows that yet. As of right now, I’m Violet Salem. I’ve never liked that name and that name has certainly never liked me. I’m haven’t come out as trans to anyone yet, not even my boyfriend. I want to tell everyone I know that I am using he/him pronouns and changing my name but anxiety gets in the way. There is just too much unknown.

Will they judge me? Or even accept me? Do they hate trans people? Will they even believe I’m trans? What if I’m faking and I’m just your average whining girl who is desperately trying to claim she isn’t like other girls?

What if the name I choose is stupid? Are my friends going to walk away? What if I become the laughing stock of the school for being a wanna-be boy?

And then there’s Roman. He is the head of the theater department, lead in every single show. His voice sounds like angels and he is the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. He is perfect in almost every single way. A guy like him never had to deal with dilemmas like these. His identity is already figured out and he is confident as hell about it. That’s one of the things I love about him, he knows who he is and isn’t afraid to show it. That makes one of us. I want to be more like Roman one day. I guess I’m not as straight as I lead myself to believe. But Roman is dating me because I’m a girl. What if he dumps me since he isn’t gay? And there is his reputation… what would the school say about Roman dating another guy that tricked him to believe he is a girl?

Now I’m just being selfish. Roman is the best person that has ever walked into my life and I’m thinking about ruining that by telling him I’m a boy. The kids at my school at right, maybe if I thought more about others I would have more friends.

I sigh and push my long hair out of my face. Too long, too feminine. The thought of having a short masculine haircut is appealing but the fear of what-ifs keeps me from cutting it. My mom loves my long hair. She is always braiding it and telling me how beautiful I look with long hair. What kind of person would I be to take that away from her? My mom doesn’t have many people left, I would be a horrible person to take away her precious daughter.

It’s getting late. I should probably head to sleep before I spend another hour contemplating my identity and how or even if I will come out. But then again, what is one more hour? I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing even if I tried. Showing up to the first day of school like a zombie would not be new for me. People always say “Good sleep schedule equals a good life.” Well, I call bullshit on that. It’s probably true but I will never get enough to find out. My brain could keep me up for days if it tried. There is always a new situation to be anxious over. The only time my brain will stop racing is when I’m dead. And if the expanded life cycles are correct I probably got another 70 to 80 years until I have a quiet brain.

I glance at my clock. Dammit, 12 am already. Only 6 and a half hours but I have to get up for school. Time really ticks by fast yet but slowly when you are overthinking literally every single fucking thing that could ever go wrong at any moment. It’s tiring yet it keeps me awake.

Great, this just adds to the growing pile of things I am anxious about. I’m starting 11th grade in eight hours, my gender isn’t as cis as I thought, my sexuality isn’t as straight, and I have no clue how anyone will react to this. I guess it’s time to save goodbye to my easy life. Things have gotten so much more complicated. I blame my brain for suggesting I didn’t have to be a girl. Maybe I could have been normal but no.

Everyone’s going to hate you, Virgil.

I know. I know. Shut up!

You are living a lie. No matter what you are screwed.

Can’t you stop for like one day? I already know I’m screwed. This isn’t exactly no information. But how the hell am I living a lie.

If you don’t come out to anyone, you are falsely letting them believe you are someone who you are not. That is probably a federal crime somewhere. But if you tell them, you have to deal with the guilt of lying to your friends for so many years.

Oh no. I have been lying to all of them. A federal crime? This isn’t that serious, it is? So basically, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Absolutely fantastic. No matter what I do, I’m going to start this year with everyone hating me.

Might as well get liar tattooed on your forehead.

One fucking second of peace and quiet is all I ask.

I am your brain. Any noise you hear is the emotional turmoil running through you. This again with the blaming other people. You are causing yourself to stress out, not anyone else.

Why are brains so annoying? I slam my head down onto my desk in a huff. Maybe I’ll pass out from this. There’s a better chance of that than actually falling asleep. A nice concussion would be good right about now. I wouldn’t have to deal with school then.

Footsteps shuffle in the hall and stop at my door. A quiet knock, two knocks, three knocks echo to my ears, “Violet, sweetie. Are you alright? I heard a bang?”

Hearing my actual name is painful. I can’t blame people for using it if I never said otherwise but I still hate it.

Damned if you do. Damned if you don’t.

“I’m fine, mom.” Maybe she will believe me and walk away.

“Oh, alright.” She says but stays at my door, “Can I come in? I know it’s a big day tomorrow and you are probably anxious.”

I don’t have a choice, do I? “Fine. You can come in.” She smiles as she slowly opens the door.

Dammed if you do. Damned if you don’t. My brain sings at me in a taunting way.

“Violet. It is very late. You know you shouldn’t be up this late on a school night. We need to adjust you back to a normal sleep schedule, baby girl.” She pulls the hair out of my face and ties it into a neat ponytail. It hurts, physically hurts. Between the hair and the nicknames, I hate it. But pretending everything is fine will get her to leave faster.

“I’m just a bit anxious for the start of school.” A fake smile can get you pretty far in life. Well, that’s what my mom told me. It seems like pretty shitty advice to tell a sixteen-year-old.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. We go through this every year and it always turns out fine. You are just stressing yourself out and need to take a breath.” Her smile is warm and welcoming, but it seems fake. The nicest is only skin deep, “Just remember you are my strong girl and can accomplish anything you set your mind to. This year isn’t different than any other year. You’ll be fine.” Her words sound sincere but her tone destroys me. This year is going to be very different than any other year. Every other year I was your pretty little princess but not anymore.

Your mom really loves her little girl. Too bad that isn’t really you. Would you even be worth her love if you weren’t a girl?

I don’t know. “I know, mom.” My mom nudges me until I climb into bed and she tucks me in. On her way out she shuts off the lights and closes the door almost all the way.

“Sleep well my pride and joy. Don’t let your brain keep you up too long.” Without another word her footsteps fade down the hall. Like she knows anything about my brain.

I close my heavy eyes and start to drift into a peaceful sleep. That was sarcasm if you couldn’t tell. I never have a peaceful sleep. Just anxiety, nightmares, and overthinking. Tonight isn’t going to be any different than any of the other nights. Just like this year will suck like every other school year. But with more losing friends due to you lying about your gender for years, years, and so many more years.

[the-brave-and-the-dumb]

It's himb

Jervis Tetch is absolutely the kind of guy who would constantly send you tea-related memes and puns Alexa send post

[alrighty-vigilante]

DC Playlists I made because I’m a playlists hoarder

Crime Champions (obnoxious clumsy old wannabe-playboys vibe)

John Constantine (get your shit together vibe)

Count Vertigo (gay and recovering)

Sebastian Faust (IT’S NOT A PHASE, DAD vibe)

Fauna Faust (hippie lesbian vibe)

The Mad Hatter (may consist songs that sound like nails scratching on a blackboard??? The fact is, I love Napoleon XIV, fight me)

The Riddler (annoying obnoxious superstar vibe)

The Music Meister (liquid bisexuality)

Harley Quinn (I used to be a clown now I’m a clown and a bitch)

Zatanna Zatara (dark wave)

[the-brave-and-the-dumb]

I wanted to spice up my MSTeams profile picture and I just

My last braincell

[knit-wear-it]

The Rabbit Hole - ROUGES

The rogues are running wild in Gotham City. These characters have a kind of monster-of-the-week vibe. This is not their story—they’re just here for some colour & nudge the plot along. In Ch 1 we meet…

Jervis Tetch / The Mad Hatter - 🤢 Not a casting, but Jimmy Saville was horrifying. Tetch has pedophile coded into him in the comics, so I used that to give our “evil” characters something to think about & our “good” characters something super-evil to deal with. The Spectrum of Evil, if you will.

[stuffedfoxwiththewifipassword]

Gotham’s Apocalypse: Ch. 1

“It’s all gone to shit out there, Sam...There are fucking zombies out there!!”

Note: I recently learned that the actor of Jervis Tetch was in The Walking Dead, and I had the idea to put all the Gotham characters through this hell. So...Yeah. (Owen’s fucking hot, even as a zombie, and no I’ve never watched the walking dead.)

Starts around the middle of season 3.

Sam had closed down the bar the minute everything had gone dark. The lights, the TV, the whole city was down. Now, the bar was lit by battery powered lanterns and fairy lights Jervis had gotten for Alice and Charles. She had tried getting ahold of Jervis, but the line was dead. Barbara sat by the bar, pouring herself a large drink. Behind her, Tabitha stocked up the weapons.

“Calm down, Sammy,” Barbara said, watching her red-headed friend pace back and forth. “I bet he’s fine!” She had the twins hidden in the office, most likely playing with some toy Sammy had gotten them.

“He should be back by now...” Sammy muttered, glancing at the door. Even with everything going dark in the city, Jervis should have been back hours ago. Even the kids were starting to whimper about their father’s whereabouts.

Suddenly, Sammy’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and without checking who it was, she answered. “Jervis?!”

“Nah,” Jerome snarked back from the other line. “Just your brother.”

“Jerome.” Sammy breathed a sigh of relief. Though her now scarred brother had been taken back to Arkham, he still had a phone on him at all times. “How’d you get service? Everything in the Narrow’s is dead.”

“Some kinda generator,” Jerome huffed, “Our shit came back on a few minutes after it all went dead.”

“You got a TV there, J?” Sammy asked, taking a seat next to Barbara and putting the phone on speaker.

Jerome laughed, “When don’t I have a TV, sis?” He mumbled something, before clearing his throat. “Somethin’ about not leaving your homes, blah blah blah.”

“Why?” Barbara piped up, “Is there something going on?”

Jerome was quiet for a few seconds. Then, to the girl’s utter surprise, he breathed shakily into the phone: “There’s a fucking virus out there...”

“What kind of virus?!” Sammy yelped.

Jerome gulped, “Uh...Man-eating corpses walking around, kind of--” Suddenly, the line went dead.

“Jerome?” Sammy spoke into the silence. “Jerome!?” She checked her phone, the sudden dread of realizing it was dead washing over her. Jervis was missing, Jerome couldn’t be reached, and--

Sammy’s stomach twisted in knots as her brother’s words clicked in her head. Man-eating corpses walking around...

The door flung open, prompting the whole room to take out their guns. Jervis’ stood at the door, panting. Dirt covered his clothes, his coat ripped, top hat no where to be seen. Sammy rushed to him, dropping her gun as she checked him over. “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok...” He said, smiling softly, “Just didn’t expect to run into...” Jervis stopped mid-sentence, his voice dropping into a murmur.

“Into what, Jervis?” Sammy pushed, cupping his face with a delicate touch.

“It’s all gone to shit out there, Sam...” Jervis whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “There are fucking Zombies out there!!”

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After Jervis had gotten cleaned up and changed, (A pair of dark grey jeans and a  navy shirt with a dark blue jacket.) He proceeded to tell everything he knew. He had been out looking for some food when everything went dark. Jervis hadn’t thought it end up being an emergency, so the hatter had gone on his merry way.

But, his trip had taken a turn when he decided to take a short cut through an alley. The dark passage had a figure in it, standing in Jervis’ path. When the hypnotist had called out to the figure, he had horrifyingly discovered that half the man’s face was completely gone.

The man-creature-Jervis didn’t know what to call it- had attacked him. Luckily, the only damage the thing had done was to Jervis’ coat and hat, which he had lost. Jervis had rushed home after that, spotting more and more of the creatures before finally making it back.

“So, now Gotham has zombies.” Barbara asked sarcastically, “Oh yay.”

“We need to get out of here.” Sammy said, running her hand through Jervis’ curly hair. “This place isn’t safe for the kids.”

“Oh please,” Tabitha huffed, “Name one dangerous/unsafe thing in here!”

“You.” Jervis and Sammy quipped in unison, chuckling.

“No, but seriously,” Tabitha said, “This is probably the safest place for them.”

“It’s not,” Sammy said, “To many people know where this is. If this virus gets outta hand, this place will be first on the list for a raid.” She glanced at Jervis, “And plus, we don’t know how smart these things are.”

“But where would we go?” Barbara piped up, “Everything is either to dangerous or occupied.”

“Oswald’s mansion?” Sammy asked. She and Oswald had been friends, back when Theo Galavan had plagued the city. But sadly, over time, the two had drifted apart. He went off to become mayor of Gotham, and she ended up being a mother. But recently, the Penguin had disappeared, leaving his home most likely empty until the next Mayoral Election. “His mansion is in the more isolated part of Gotham, it’s safe there.”

“Won’t The Riddler be taking up residence there?” Barbara snarked. After Oswald had disappeared, Ed had been going around, calling himself the Riddler. Sammy had a sneaking suspicion that he was behind Oswald’s disappearance, yet how close the two had been dampened Sammy’s curiosity.

“Ed? I don’t think so...If he is, he won’t mind sharing with me.” Sammy said, waving a hand dismissively. She and Edward had gotten along, mostly because she could tolerate his riddles and he would laugh at her jokes.

“Ok, so we go to the Mayor’s Mansion...How do we get there?” Jervis asked, “Walking seems a bit to dangerous at the moment..” The group turned to the window, all internally dreading that soon they’d have to go out there.

“Maybe we should go to Arkham, first.” Sam suggested, “There’s buses there, and we can get Jerome out while were at it. Two can stay here while the other two go get a bus and Jerome. I’ll go, since I was in Arkham longer than all of you.”

“I’ll go with you.” Jervis said immediately. Barbara rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. Sammy turned to him, and smiled softly.

“You have to stay here with the kids, Jervis.” Sammy said. Jervis opened his mouth to protest, but Sammy beat him. “No arguments.”

“I’ll go,” Barbara volunteered. She got up, slinging a machine gun around her shoulder. “It’ll be like a girls night! Only...Zombies and break-outs...”

“Then it’s settled.” Sammy said, “Me and Barbara go break out my brother from Arkham, get a bus, and then we all head out to The Mayor’s Mansion.” She grabbed a gun from the weapons pile, slinging it around her shoulder like Barbara had done.

Jervis stopped her, surprising her with a kiss. “Be safe, Sammy.” He whispered, brushing his lips to her’s again. Sammy smiled, kissing him back before patting his chest.

“I’ll be fine, Jervis...How hard can surviving an apocalypse be?”