#jervis tetch gotham

[victorcaoz]

Yo no puedo dormir, entonces que duerma mi OTP (Es muy irónico que me trasnoche dibujando personajes durmiendo jaajaj, yo que prometí ya no dormir súper tarde por estar dibujando ship abandonados y que prácticamente solo dibujo yo).

Jervis convenció a Crane para que fuera a dormir ilegalmente a su celda de máxima seguridad donde si hay una cama (alguien más noto que a Jonathan no tiene una cama en su celda, solo una esquina con cobijas y lo que parece una colchoneta, Arthakm tiene algo personal con el, son demasiado negligente).

Miren en la esquina, eso no es una "cama" completa jsjs

Ahora la cama de Jervis en máxima seguridad. Canon Jervis tiene privilegios en el manicomio.

[benedictsamuelfan]

Day 3

I love his role as Jervis (obviously, I discovered him via this role after all)

Like

Damn

He didn't have to look THAT fine

Credit to fox I guess?

Idk who took those screen and put the filter, it was in Pinterest

[knoepfl]

Trapped in Wonderland🐰

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter): A manipulative, deranged man obsessed with finding his perfect “Alice.” He is cunning, dangerous, and possesses the ability to hypnotize those he desires.

Reader (You/Alice): The woman Jervis has chosen as his “Alice.” Though you are fully aware of everything happening around you, Jervis has used his hypnotic powers to control your every movement and word, leaving you trapped inside your own mind.

Trigger Warnings:

Psychological manipulation

Non-consensual control

Hypnosis

Mind Control

Masterlist

Words: 809

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It felt like you were drowning in your own body.

Your eyes moved to meet his, your lips curving into a soft smile that wasn’t yours. Everything around you seemed dreamlike, distant, yet the terror in your mind was as sharp as a knife. You wanted to scream, to run, to fight—but your body wouldn’t obey.

Jervis Tetch, or the Mad Hatter as he so often called himself, sat across from you, his eyes gleaming with delight as he observed you. His appearance was disheveled as always—his shabby waistcoat, that ridiculous top hat tilted slightly, and his unkempt hair hanging in wild curls. Yet the most unsettling part was his smile, as though he were already enjoying the game he had ensnared you in.

"Ah, my dear Alice," he crooned, his voice smooth but laced with madness. "Finally, I have you where you belong."

Your lips moved, forming words you didn’t want to say. “Yes, Jervis. I’m exactly where I belong.” The sound of your own voice felt alien, detached. It wasn’t you speaking, even though the words came from your mouth.

Inside, you screamed. Stop! That’s not true! Let me go!

But Jervis only beamed, pleased with his handiwork. He had always been a master of control, but this time, it was more than that. He had made you his perfect puppet, bending your will to fit his delusional fantasy.

“I knew you were the one,” Jervis continued, rising from his chair and pacing slowly, theatrically, like a performer on a stage. His gloved hand trailed along the edge of the table as he moved closer to you. “So many pretenders, so many disappointments… But not you. No, you are special.”

He crouched down beside your chair, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes flickering with obsessive glee. You wanted to recoil, to push him away, but all you could do was sit there, smiling that vacant smile.

“Tell me, Alice,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “How does it feel to finally be by my side?”

Your mouth opened, and the words tumbled out, even though you tried with all your might to hold them back. “It feels perfect. I belong with you.”

Inside, you were raging. I don’t belong with you! I’m not Alice!

Jervis grinned, pleased with your response. He stood up, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. “Yes… Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You always say the right things, my dear. It’s as if you were made for me.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, and though the touch was soft, it sent a shiver of revulsion down your spine. He didn’t seem to notice your internal struggle, or perhaps he did and found it amusing. Either way, you were helpless, locked inside your own mind as he pulled the strings.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Jervis sighed, his voice taking on a wistful, almost dreamlike quality. “To find my Alice… to have her with me forever in Wonderland.”

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with delicate fingers. You wanted to flinch, to pull away, but you remained still, betraying nothing of the panic surging inside you.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “All the others—they didn’t understand. They couldn’t be Alice. But you… You’ve always known your place, haven’t you?”

Your lips parted, and you spoke again, the words not your own. “Yes, Jervis. I’ve always known.”

No! your mind screamed. I don’t belong here! I’m not her!

Tears pricked at your eyes, but even that you couldn’t control. Jervis seemed to notice, and his expression softened into something disturbingly tender.

“Oh, don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, brushing a tear from your cheek. “There’s no need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of my Alice.”

You were suffocating inside your own skin, trapped in this twisted version of Wonderland he had created. The reality around you felt warped, surreal, like the dreamscape of a madman. And you were his prisoner, locked inside this nightmare with no way out.

Jervis leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Now, give me a kiss, Alice. Show me that you love me.”

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, but you couldn’t stop what was coming. Your body betrayed you once more as you leaned forward, closing the distance between you and Jervis, your lips pressing against his in a soft, obedient kiss.

It was everything you didn’t want, and yet it was happening, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

When you pulled away, Jervis looked at you with a satisfied grin, his madness glowing in his eyes. “Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading this intense and dark exploration of Jervis Tetch’s obsession with his “Alice.” I wanted to capture the horror of being fully aware yet completely unable to control your actions, which I imagine would be terrifying in a situation like this. If you have any feedback or thoughts, feel free to share!

[adalwolfgang]

‘DON’T BLAME ME, fanfic incorrect quotes cause I’m bored

Fanfic by @i-smoke-chapstick check it out!

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(Name): I think I’m in love with Mr. Tetch. Any thoughts-

Selina: And prayers. You’re going to need them.

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(Name): I'm bored.

Jervis: Wanna commit crimes against your father?

(Name): Sure!

Jim, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down!

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Jervis: Are you free tomorrow?

(Name): No, I’m fucking expensive every day.

Barbara, in the other room: THATS MY KID!

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Barbara: Hey, Tetch, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Jervis: Yes..?

Barbara: And you, (Name)?

(Name): Yeah-

Barbara: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

(Name): Did she just-

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Lee: Are you ever going to listen to me?

(Name): Yes. Absolutely.

Lee: When?

(Name): When you're right.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART NINE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ ���𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader comes to Jervis with a strange request.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Two idiots in their element. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. Jervis is mystified. Soft Jervis. Both Jervis and reader are hurt. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. The girls are FIGHTING. Stick with me. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest @frenchfryqueen69

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder.” Older by Isabel LaRosa

Opening the door, the small firelight of the mansion paints the living room golden. It's the only light in the house.

You look around to find the place incredibly tidy. The only thing amiss is the two corpses, that lay bloodily on the dining table. The sight makes your breath catch in your throat, but you've admittedly seen much worse with Barbara Kean as your mother. These two must be the actual owners of the mansion. Or used to be, anyways.

You glance at Mr. Tetch in mock disapproval, and he clicks his tongue with a tsk.

"You must forgive me, I wasn't expecting visitors." He turns his nose up at you, voice coming out indignant. His eyes are still wide at your unannounced presence.

"...My bad." You huff, staring at him.

Silence overtakes the room, you two staring at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time. His eyes scan you over, landing on the wound on your waist. You don't miss the gesture.

"You shot me." You say, blunt.

"Yes," He hisses. "You're supposed to be dead."

"Should've shot me in the head, then." At this he lets out a very dry, humorless chuckle.

"Pity. I should've. I apologize, I was caught up in the moment."

You send him an unamused look.

Scanning over his face, you see cuts of his own decorate his cheek. He must've taken a blow while you were comatose. Either a scrap to get away from Jim, or the two home owners had put up a fight before he hypnotized them.

"You're hurt." You say, taking a note of how the dry blood sticks to his cheekbones.

He looks inquisitively at you. You're the one shot. You're the one who should be in the hospital.

You sigh at his puzzled complexion.

"What exactly are you doing here?" He drawls, slowly. "Revenge? For Mr. Gordon? For you?" He scoffs, ignoring your look of discontentment.

On Mr. Gordon, actually. You think. You don't say that just yet. That would probably make Mr. Tetch happy. He still shot you. You're kind of enjoying his disgruntled mood at your appearance.

"No." Is all you say, simply. "I just have a lot of questions."

Mr. Tetch raises an eyebrow at this, cocking his head. Good. You've piqued his interest. Before he gets the chance to ask what type of questions, you interrupt him.

"We can talk about it while I clean your cuts. That looks nasty." You say, nodding to his face. He looks equally frustrated and surprised at your words, hesitant. He purses his lips. "Relax. I'm not going to try to kill you. That's more your style, apparently."

He huffs at the dig.

"What did you have in mind?" He asks, curtly. You grin. You dig out of your pocket a bottle of painkillers given to by Selina. His eyes widen.

"Do you know if this place has any gauze or band-aids?"

He narrows his eyes, and turns on his heel without a word. You follow him to the bathroom.

He sits on the edge of the bathtub while you stand. His gaze never strays from you.

You're reminded of Lee digging through the bathroom mirror while you do the same. You managed to find some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and band-aids.

Looking over at him, you assess the situation. His top hat is askew, with bruises and small injuries decorating his face and neck. God knows how many he actually has, under his clothes.

"Death by a thousand cuts, huh?" You muse. He blinks at you, offering a scoff. "Take off your shirt."

"I beg your pardon?" You watch the blood drain from his face. It's satisfying.

"I'm assuming you have more injuries on your chest as well. Take off your shirt. And turn on the bath faucet."

A moment of stunned silence, before he leans over to run the water. You hold in a laugh as he awkwardly bends on the edge of the tub, long and tall limbs slowly peeling away his clothing. Soon enough, you're shut up yourself.

You swallow as he unbuttons his suit jacket, averting his gaze from yours. You take in his shirtless form with a breath. It feels like something out of a shitty romcom.

He stays silent, effectively embarrassed. You don't blame him. You wonder if he thinks you're purposefully trying to humiliate him. Not that he has anything to be humiliated for. He's gorgeous.

He notices you staring, and squints his eyes. Great. He probably thinks you're some perv now. The humor in the thought makes you involuntarily smile.

"Are you enjoying this?" He asks, sarcastically, through gritted teeth. You kneel in front of him and he goes silent. You can hear the small gasp he lets out and full-body shudder when you bury yourself in-between his legs to get a better angle. It's certainly more...intimate then you thought it would be.

Ignoring his words, you take a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol. You place it to one of his cuts, and watch him let out a loud hiss of pain.

"I enjoyed that." You grin up at him, referencing his reaction. He scowls at you.

The room is peculiarly comfortably silent, save for his low groans of pain he attempts to muffle at the stinging.

"You know, I've actually never done this before."

His gaze hardens.

"What?"

"I've never done this before. Not first hand. But I used to watch my mom do this to my dad all the time when he'd come home."

Jervis casts his eyes upwards as you stand up. Dark eyes follow your movements, looking up at you as you cradle his face to steady him. You softly wipe the dry blood away. This is as close as you've ever been to him. You think it's the first time you've touched him, too. It's not entirely unpleasant.

"Why are you here?" He whispers, keeping eye contact with you. His voice is so quiet, almost as though he struggles to get the words out, not being able to focus on anything but the feeling of your hand on his cheek.

You sigh. You knew you'd have to answer the question eventually.

"Same as you, really." You bite your lip, and his gaze flits. "I want revenge on Jim Gordon." You say your dads name quietly, but with no less venom.

Jervis furrows his brows. You'll have to elaborate.

"He chose Lee over me. Purposefully, I'm sure." You say, a bit bitterly, and a bit sadly. You notice how Mr. Tetch's eyes soften at your tone of voice. "He knew what he was doing."

"And you expect me to help? How so?" The corners of his mouth twitch.

"You," Here goes nothing, "You are going to teach me how to hypnotize people."

His expression doesn't change for a moment, before his lips part. For a moment you think he might laugh in your face, and then hypnotize you to go kill yourself. But he stays startingly silent, if not amused by the request.

"I assume you learned hypnotism somehow. So, it can probably be taught, yeah?" You ask. You finished cleaning his cuts a minute ago. You're unsure why you're still standing so close to him. "So, I propose, we form an alliance, of sorts. You want revenge, I do too."

"I could easily accomplish that my own accord." He speaks, glint in his eyes.

"Maybe. But I know everything there is to know about Jim Gordon. I know how to hurt him."

Mr. Tetch stays silent, before sucking his teeth. He seems to mull over his options.

"Hm. Alright." He hums, and your eyes widen. You really weren't expecting him to agree. "On one condition."

And there is it. The bargain. You'll take it though. It's better then him hypnotizing you into helping him after hearing your idea.

"You, young one, will owe me a favor. A favor that I can call upon at any time."

"What kind of favor?" You breath, hesitant. He smirks, and it's strangely comforting to see his charisma and showmanship slowly return.

"Oh, nothing too demanding, I assure you. Just a small service, whenever I see fit. Think of it as a... mutually beneficial arrangement."

You offer him a small grimace, but take the offer regardless. One favor couldn't hurt. No price can be put on revenge, it seems. You're mother taught you that.

You finish running the water, while his stare remains locked on you. Still sitting cross legged on the edge of the bath, he never yields in his gaze. He catches when you wince again in pain, from the shot.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, quirking his head.

You look back at him, eyebrow raised.

"...Why?"

"Can you hear the dripping of the faucet?"

You can...Aw, fuck.

Instantly, you're zoned out. Yeah, Selina was right. This was a horrible idea. But why go through the trouble of asking for a favor? For hearing him out?

"Do you hear how it synchronizes with your heartbeat?"

Beside yourself, you nod. He flashes a wolfish grin.

"Wonderful," He praises. "Your bullet wound won't bother you anymore. The pain is nothing more than an illusion. If anything, it's a mild annoyance."

When he wakes you up out of your trance, you smile at each other.

[thebettervaleska]

Jervis Tetch: Listen to my watch-

Jerome Valeska: I’d listen to anything you say, Jervis!

Jervis: No, Jerome. Look into my eyes-

Jerome: I’d be doing that anyway, Jervis!

Jervis: Focus on your heartbeat-

Jerome: I could focus on you, Jervis!

[urfavssins]

gotham jervis tetch

[gothamslostboy]

Asking for Jervis w/ male reader one bed troupe. I think it would be funny if he got all shy and blushy, and they woke up closer than they remember in the morning... Gay as shit for that man

A/N: I too am gay as shit for Jervis and love the one bed troupe. I know I said it’d be out tomorrow but I finished it early and don’t see the point in waiting to post.

You Need Better Pillows

Jervis Tetch x Male Reader

WORDS: 1,539

YOU JERVIS TETCH

He couldn’t believe this. It was HIS house. The mail was addressed to Jervis Tetch and still Jerome managed to convince him to share a room with one of the others. They all had to lay low for a bit, causing mass mayhem and killing people tended to make Jim Gordon the GCPD look for you, and Jervis’s house was the only one they didn’t know about.

Only problem: it is a 3 bedroom house, not 4. The other two rooms had twin beds and Jerome argued it would be easier to share his king sized bed then try to squeeze together on a twin. No he was rushing to tidy up his room while you three finished arguing about who got their own rooms.

Gosh he hoped Jerome won the argument, he really didn’t want to share a bed with a sadist who smells of sweat. Johnathan would be fine, the first thing he did once they arrived at the house was shower, and he didn’t seem like the type to kick or move in his sleep. If Y/N lost, oh my, there’s a possibility Y/N would be sleeping in his room tonight. Jervis’s pace quickened as he cleaned, mind & heart racing at the mere thought.

Y/N was the man who made him feel as though he was Alice, stumbling through wonderland lost and confused, still in awe of everyone and everything around. Before you, life was gray, dull, everything menial and slightly aggravating to do. The first day you were introduced to Jervis, standing next to Jerome & Johnathan, arm extended for a handshake, he began to see dull shades. Oh! As soon as your palms connected, it was almost breath taking how quickly grays turned blue, red, green, and ever other color under the Sun or Moon. Y/N was the perfect guy for Jervis, but he didn’t know if he could handle laying next to you, inhaling your perfect scent for hours. His heart might burst, and Jervis didn’t want to get your perfect skin dirty or risk waking you.

After the room was basically spotless, Jervis stayed pacing back and forth for what seemed like hours. What would he do if you were to sleep in his bed? Could you notice how he grinned like the Cheshire Cat next to him? Is it possible you’d return his feelings? Or would you be disgusted? Jervis never had the courage to as about your love life, if he discovered that his perfect partner was spoken for he’d have to hypnotize you into his arms, but he wanted you there willingly. Perhaps you weren’t interested in men at all? What would Jervis do then? He’d never force you to be a sexuality not belonging to you, but it’d hurt to much to live. Here goes his mind again, falling down the rabbit hole due to Y/N.

Ah ha! Jervis know what he’ll do, yes, he has the perfect solution, he’ll give up his room for you to share with Johnathan! Y/N L/N and Johnathan Crane are known by every “villain” in Gotham as completely platonic friends, best friends who do most everything together and have for years. Even before becoming rouges, the pair had been inseparable. He knows nothing will happen between you two, and you’d have to agree because then neither would be unfamiliar with sharing with the other. Yes, this will work nicely! Jervis strides over to his bedroom door, turning the doorknob and taking a few steps before bumping into something, or, as he discovered looking down, someone.

You let out a small woah as you fell, landing on your butt and peering up at Jervis, the annoyed glare disappeared from your features and a small twist in the corners of your lips taking over. Geez roomie, not even in bed yet and I’m falling for ya. Heat rose to Jervis’s cheeks as he leaned down to help you up, muttering apologizes before a slight rigidity shot through him.

Roomie? You had called him Roomie, which meant that indeed, Y/N and him will be sleeping in his room, in his bed, so close together. Wait- what else had you said? Jervis cleared his throat and turns himself back toward the room, hoping his face will return to its normal color before he must face you again. Ah, I’m assuming you lost the, what did Johnathan call it, “Battle of Sleep Conditions”? Yeah, turns out always picking rock is a horrible strategy. You shrug your shoulders as you follow Jervis, eyes darting around his room as you stop in the doorway, blissfully unaware of how panicked the man you’re conversing with is. A comfortable silence stretches over the room, well, comfortable for you. The quick gleams of your pupils and the subtle head nods are too inconspicuous for him to see as he scrambles to determine if your reaction is negative or positive. Instead of asking, his fingers intertwine themselves with they stringy ends of his throw blanket. Nice room Tetch, your place looks way better then whatever hell scape Jerome’s house is. Seriously, how’d he even come up with some of that stuff? Your words and small laugh let his shoulders fall and mouth exhale a small sound mimicking yours, white teeth coming into view. I’m not sure Y/N, perhaps the same way he comes up with all the horrors he’s created. Anyhow, thank you for the compliment, I’ve had to do quite a bit of redecorating since the old owners moved out. He sent you a slight exaggerated wink, feeling much better watching you gracefully travel about his room, fingers tracing faintly over the designs and engravings cluttering his possessions.

I supposed so, hey, is there a bathroom in this part of the house? I still have gunpowder on me and the one Johnathan used is waaayyy back there. You put down an old hat stand on his dresser to point left, the direction you had stumbled into him from. Of course, Jervis guides you to the side of the room he was on, this door here is to the master bathroom. Do you need anything? There should be all the necessary toiletries already. He pulls the door open and flips the light switch as he moves to give you a pathway in. Actually yes, if you don’t mind. GCPD got into the lab before I had a chance to grab my go bag, do you mind if I borrow so pajamas? I’m alright in this if not. A sheepish smile graces Jervis’s favorite face, and he finds it hard to speak over the deafening thump of his heart. Y/N, you can absolutely borrow something to sleep in, sorry the guards I got for you weren’t suitable for protecting your workspace. What would you like: silk, cotton, I have many different kinds to choose from. He scans the drawer of pajamas looking for a pair you’d like.

Don’t worry about it, guards lasted long enough for me to leave and that’s what matters. I’ll be good with just a T-shirt and boxers if that’s good with you Tetch, thanks a million! Once again tonight, Jervis finds himself hiding a blush for you as he hands over the clothing. Lovely Y/N will be sleeping in his bed, in his clothes, next to him! Hearing the water turn on, Jervis changes his own clothes and lays down, staring at the ceiling. While he ponders how the bed will be shared, his eyelids grow heavy. Despite trying to fight it, he succumbs to slumber before you can return, the days events catching up to him. After you finished your shower, you had quietly slipped under the covers on the opposite side, purposely leaving space between you and your secret crush to keep him comfortable.

Waking up the next morning, Jervis relished in the quiet. Seems he was the first to wake. He moved to stretch, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar weight causing him to freeze. Instead of a blanket, he found himself wrapped in Y/N’s grasp, head tucked under the other man’s chin. The panic and shock started to subside, though his embarrassment stayed. How had this happened? He fell asleep on one side of the bed yet here he is, cuddling on the other with a very much still asleep and unaware Y/N. Did he move over? Was he pulled over during the course of the night? Jervis remained as still as possible while he looked for clues to answer his many questions, but apparently not still enough.

You had stirred, pulling his back even closer to your chest & tightening the grip you had on his waist. Your pillows sucked, you’re too comfortable, go back to sleep Jervis. He heard your mumbled words and decided that maybe that was a good idea, so he began to get comfortable. He struggled for a bit before turning to face you, curling into your chest and letting a content sigh slip out, not seeming to notice the chuckle bouncing through you. With one last good morning , Jervis let himself drift off once more. More then happy to let his future self deal with the situation when he awakens.

[latverianpaparazzi]

[oxygen-stealer]

Guess what fixation has come back and hit me like a truck

[victorcaoz]

En mi lore las nuestras de afecto de Jonathan son muy repetidas (en medio de crímenes a veces) y bruscas así que suelen asustar a Jervis aún que este las aprecia y disfruta luego que se da cuenta que está pasando jsjsj. Crane lo ve como un ganancia doble, además que tenía una obsesión con sentir el latido del corazón del Sombrerero.

[benedictsamuelfan]

Day 10 ( thank you all🎉)

I always find it just incredible how he go from looking like a hot and confident gentleman, to a racoon on crak fr🦝, to a damn hot gentleman criminal again.

(he look incredibly hot with short hair)

But putting the simp aside, he is really an amazing actor

Hope we see more of him someday

[knoepfl]

○~Madness in Mourning~○

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter)

Reader (you)

Trigger Warnings:

Death

Grief

Mentions of violence

Anger

Masterlist

Words: 932

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The night hung heavy in the air, a thick shroud of sorrow blanketing Gotham City. Rain fell steadily, each drop echoing like a heartbeat against the pavement. Inside an old, dimly lit apartment, Jervis Tetch sat alone, surrounded by shadows. The flickering light of a lone candle cast eerie shapes on the walls, illuminating his distraught figure.

You stood in the doorway, hesitant to intrude on the somber scene. Jervis was a whirlwind of emotions, and tonight, those emotions had culminated into an abyss of despair. His sister, Alice, was gone, and he was left to grapple with the loss, consumed by grief and anger.

“Jervis?” you called softly, stepping into the room. Your heart ached at the sight of him, his normally vibrant demeanor dulled by the weight of tragedy. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and haunted.

“Why did this have to happen?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “She didn’t deserve this. None of it makes sense.”

You moved closer, your heart breaking for him. “I know it hurts. I’m so sorry, Jervis. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I’m here for you.”

He let out a broken laugh, a sound devoid of joy. “Here? What good is that? I couldn’t save her… I couldn’t protect her.” His hands clenched into fists, and he looked away, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill over.

“No one could have predicted this, Jervis,” you said gently, kneeling beside him. “You loved her fiercely. That counts for something.”

“She was my sister!” he spat, his voice rising, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “And now I’m left with nothing but madness and rage! I should have done more!”

“Jervis, please—” you started, but he interrupted, his emotions spiraling.

“Once she was here, now she’s a ghost! Gone from this world, lost in the host. Madness consumes, it’s not what I planned, A game of cards played with a devilish hand!”

His voice transformed, a manic rhythm overtaking him as he began to rhyme. You watched, heart aching, as the Mad Hatter emerged from the shadows of Jervis’ grief.

“Why did they take her, oh, why did they dare? I’ll weave a tale, of madness to share! Gordon, you fiend! You’ve taken my joy, Now I’m but a shadow, a broken, lost boy!”

“Jervis!” you called, your heart racing. “You don’t have to do this alone! I’m right here!”

He paused, the intensity of his rhymes shifting as he looked at you, torn between the madness and the man you loved. “But I’m not the same, dear love, can’t you see? This madness consumes all the parts of me!”

“Then let it consume you. Let it out,” you urged gently, moving closer to him. “I accept you as you are, Jervis. I love you—the Mad Hatter and all. I don’t want you to fight it. I’m here to hold you while you embrace the chaos.”

He stared at you, confusion and hurt battling in his eyes. “You… you accept this madness? Even when it drives me to rage?”

“Of course,” you replied, your voice steady. “It’s part of who you are. Your pain is part of your story, and I want to be part of that story, too. Don’t push me away.”

As he absorbed your words, his features softened, but the madness still flickered beneath the surface. “Alice was my light, and now she’s gone! How can I find my way in this dark, twisted game?”

He began to rhyme again, but this time, it felt less frantic, as if he were allowing you in rather than shutting you out.

“A lost little hatter, a mind in disarray, Searching for the pieces, while shadows hold sway. Madness is my dance, my song in the night, But with you beside me, maybe there’s still light.”

You smiled through your tears, your heart swelling with love and determination. “Then let’s wander through Wonderland, through both madness and mirth, We’ll find the white rabbit, and make our own worth. We’ll tiptoe through tea parties, where time has no place, And dance with the mad, in this strange, twisted space.”

Jervis blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “You can rhyme as well? Oh, what a delight! To share in this madness, to dance in the night!”

“I’m just a girl who wants to weave a dream, To help you find light, even in the dark’s gleam. For in every riddle, and each game we play, We’ll honor dear Alice in our own special way.”

He let out a shaky laugh, a mix of pain and relief. “You’re truly mad, you know that?”

“And you love me for it,” you replied, grinning. “So embrace it, Jervis. Let the madness flow through you, but don’t let it drown you. We’ll navigate this twisted path hand in hand.”

The storm outside began to soften, the rain falling in a gentle rhythm, much like the heartbeat between you two. Jervis leaned into you, his head resting against yours, the rhyme fading into the background as he accepted your presence.

“Thank you for staying, even in my madness,” he murmured. “I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised, holding him close. “We’ll face whatever comes next together.”

And as the night deepened, you both sat in silence, clinging to each other amidst the remnants of sorrow. In that shared embrace, you found a flicker of hope—one that would guide you through the darkness, reminding you both that love could still exist, even in the face of tragedy.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! This story explores the complexities of grief, anger, and acceptance in a relationship. If you enjoyed this, I’d love to hear your thoughts or feedback!

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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART TEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader remembers why Jervis captivates her. Jervis remembers why he has a soft spot for her.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Jervis being a horrible teacher. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. (Guys, he's falling harder!!!) Soft Jervis. Jim and Barbara are probably tweaking out somewhere. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Why are they in there friends to lovers era rn. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest @frenchfryqueen69

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “Baby, am I your little secret? I'm old enough to keep it.” Older by Isabel LaRosa

You're not sure when you two fell asleep, or if Jervis even did.

He still needed to wash the cuts and warm water helps the ache. You watched him settle himself into the bath water, or rather, turned around and covered your eyes for his privacy. You couldn't see the absolutely flustered expression on his face.

Ever since his hypnotism, your wound has only been mildly painful, every now and then twisting. Turns out, Mr. Tetch's hypnotism is a much better alternative then pain killers. He seems to detest the idea of you putting any drug in your body. Weird.

You settled yourself into a guest bedroom in the mansion, becoming familiar to your new surroundings. It looks more like a nursery for rich people. You weren't entirely sure how long you were going to stay with Mr. Tetch. This could take months.

You were going to learn hypnotism, from the guy who tried to kill your dad, to kill your dad. Huh.

Well, that's not exactly true. You don't know if you want to kill him. You just need him to hurt in the same way you hurt.

That idea puts you calmly to sleep.

You wake up the latest you've woken up in years. Typically your dad would wake you up at an ungodly hour, and you're not sure Barbara even has a bedroom for you to stay in. She falls asleep at her desk in the club half the time.

It reads 11:00 AM on the clock next to you. Damn. Mr. Tetch let you sleep in.

You look at your clothes to find the hospital gown still on you. You must've forget to change last night. There was...a lot to deal with.

You rummage through the drawers and closet. For a guest bedroom, it's got a wild selection of clothes. All female. All petite. An old teenage daughter of the couple must've abandoned this room. You're thanking your lucky stars. It's perfect.

Discarding the hospital gown, you scan through the garments. Pink shirts, jeans, rings and necklaces. You pause when you see it.

In all it's glory, hangs a baby blue dress. Mysteriously lolita-esque, white lace decorating the sweetheart neckline. You want to laugh. The irony. Mr. Tetch does remind you of the Mad Hatter. Alice and her dress....

You sigh as you put it on with a pair of thigh highs. It's too good not too, and provoking Mr. Tetch seems to be your favorite past time as of late.

Coming down the stairs, you smell the sweet scent of pastries and tea. Is he...cooking? He never stops being interesting.

"Another tea party?" You question, stepping into the kitchen. "The last one didn't end too well for me."

You watch as he turns to look at you. At first he goes to sneer at the jab, before he fully intakes your image.

He stands rooted in the ground, staggered, and utterly taken aback. You hear the sharp and small exhale of breath he releases. His eyes scan you over, widened, and his mouth gets dry underneath your gaze.

He looks at you with complete and total fascination. You feel your own breath catch and your cheeks burn. You can't but feel satisfied at startling the showman time and time again. The way he looks at you now is different though. Like he was just reminded of a part of him he didn't know was missing. Like he just found it again.

The timer of the oven breaks your silence. You avert your gaze from his, but he doesn't. He keeps his eyes firmly on you. You start to feel your body heat up.

"Those are going to burn." You say, swallowing, looking at the biscuits. He blinks at you, expression soft. He cocks his head, and without a word, turns back around. You sit down at the dining table.

As the timer beeps, he takes out the biscuits, perfectly golden brown. It takes him a moment before he takes his seat parallel to you. He's silent for a moment, just studying you. His voice comes out in a shaky breath.

"You look...magnificent, I must say." He clears his throat, complimenting you.

"You don't look so bad yourself, showman." You whisper, sending him a smirk. There it is. That jolt of electricity from his eyes on you. The same feeling of seeing him for the first time in the club. Before it all went to shit.

It's not so bad though. You think. It could be a lot worse. At least It's Mr. Tetch and not some other insane freak in Gotham. Mr. Tetch is gentlemanly. He's...nice. When he isn't trying to kill you or your father, or taunting you into oblivion.

He offers you a smile at your own compliment. You see his entire face beam. His voice is soft, yet sharp when needed. He seems to be more sincere, genuine. For the first time, you see the real him. Not the charismatic exterior. He's like a puppy, wagging his tail at your praise. He leans back in his chair.

"Hypnotize me." He says, bluntly. You almost choke.

"What? How?"

He pulls out his oh-so-very-precious pocket watch, and his gloved hand gives it to you with care. You marvel at the item.

He leans forward slightly and watches you take the pocket watch, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. He's enjoying this. A LOT. He crosses his arms and waits patiently for you to continue.

You rack your brain for what to say. You think about what Mr. Tetch says. Okay. Okay. Okay. You got this.

"Look into my eyes. Not above them, not around them, but deep into their center." You try to repeat his exact words back to him, watching as his eyes never stray from yours.

You want to utter another command, but you can't get the words off your tongue. The two of you just stare at each other in silence, letting the light from the blinds peak in. You hear yourself breathing, and see that shit-eating smirk of his on his face. You feel mutually scrutinized...and aroused.

Aroused? No. You can't be aroused. This guy shot you. All this is, it's just fascination! And a partnership for revenge!

Still, that jolt of electricity only grows. You notice the way his lip curls, and he notices the way your big, almost innocent eyes look up at him.

"Mr. Tetch..." You murmur the name out beside yourself. At this, his eyebrows furrow, voice still soft.

"...Yes?" His head cocks, awaiting your command.

"Are you hypnotized?" You ask, and at this, he lets out a chuckle.

"No, dear. And, if I may, that was truly a ghastly attempt."

Ah, and he's ruined the moment.

You groan into your hands as he chuckles, smug.

"Do not fret, my dear. Do you recall when I hypnotized your father? He was truly a bawling mess, wanting nothing more than to end his miserable life." His tone is gentle, and he speaks the words so casually, but there's left over venom in his voice.

"What's your point?" The volume to your voice raises. You don't want to be reminded of your fathers oversights right now.

"My point, Y/N," He clicks his tongue at your hostility, "Is that hypnotism is something intimate. It allows you to reach the deepest, darkest depths of a man."

"You want me to reach the deepest, darkest depths of you?" You ask, raising an eyebrow with a bit of a smirk. He sputters.

"No! That's- that's certainly not what I meant!" He sends you an expression of disapproval, like a teacher scolding a child for telling a joke during class. But his face is just as red as yours was earlier. He huffs. "You need to feel that intimacy. That darkness. Channel it."

You listen to his notes intently. There truly is something about him that's startingly perfect. You can't quite place your finger on it. But you notice how his smiles seem to be less saccharine, more genuine. You notice how his eyes never quite leave yours, or how your hands fidget under the table.

There were many hypnotism attempts that day. Most of them just ended in staring contests.

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Jerome Valeska, everyone!

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(The shirt is a reference to his boyyyyyyfriend )(Jervis Tetch in our system)

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