#jervis tetch x black!reader

[nxtaliaistyping]

Batrogues | p links part two

(gotta be logged into twitter for links to work)

NSFW 18+. some new faces, some returning ones, part one here.

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The Riddler:

If you beg for his attention while he’s working in his workshop, then he’ll leave you like this.

Secretly has a soft spot for bigger girls <3

He’s a classy guy, he loves lingerie

How he eats it after you stroke his ego

He likes you dripping and desperate for him

Honestly this is how I need him to fuck me

The Scarecrow:

What, you thought just because he used to be a professor, he’d be turned on by you dressing so crude? He’ll show you what he thinks

Edward is the closest thing he has to a friend, it would be rude for him not to share you with the riddler.

As a thank you for letting him have you, Edward gave you a present. Now you use it and send videos to Jonathan when he’s working <3

You help him get to sleep

Likes making you ride him

This but he’s wearing the scarecrow mask

Catwoman:

She gets a sick sense of pleasure when she seduces a woman whose in a relationship with a man

Takes you to expensive hotels just the fuck you in them

You told her and Harley that you wanted to be part of the Gotham City Sirens, but they said there was an entrance exam

Yeah, it doesn’t matter where you both are, she’ll just knock out anyone who stumbles upon you both

Breaks in to your house with her strap on under her suit so she can fuck you

Thank her for all the expensive gifts by getting on your knees

The Mad Hatter:

Once he found the toy under your bed, he knew he had to have you use it

Loves seeing you in such cute underwear

He also loves when you act all innocent, so he can feel like he’s corrupting you

How he treats his sweet Alice when you do what he says

And it helps when his Alice loves it as much as him

Though he likes when you take matters into your own hands

Deathstroke:

He owns plenty of handcuffs

If you try and ride him, this is how you’ll end up

Oh you’re wearing fishnets? Good luck

Where else should he cum, if not deep inside?

Yeah, he’s rough

But if it’s been a long day, he can be intimate too

Black Mask:

Makes you send videos like this all the time, the more embarrassing the dildo the better

What’s that? You don’t wanna do anal? Well then obviously you don’t want to be his best girl, do you?

You still have to look pretty, even when being punished

After coming back from a meeting

Unlike Scarecrow, he definitely isn’t shy about being into the whole schoolgirl outfit

As in incentive to his men, the lucky guy who earns him the most money that month gets front row seats to see this

Harley Quinn:

Harls doesn’t like to wait till you’re back from the club

She’s a threesome kinda girl

She loves your tits

Fuck her with the strap, so she can fuck you with the same one tomorrow <3

When you put her panties in her mouth, she came so quick

What happens when she invites you for a sleepover

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[tainoidiot]

Officially now doing Character X Reader requests! Just an fyi, my writing will mainly center around POC/Disabled/Chronically ill!Reader. But I'm willing to do more!

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MEDIA AND CHARACTERS

BATMAN (Only rogues and general "Bad guys")

Jervis Tetch/ The Mad Hatter (BTAS, Arkhamverse, TNBAS, Gotham)

Edward Nygma/ The Riddler (BTAS, Arkhamverse)

Johnathan Crane/ The Scarecrow (BTAS, Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman (BTAS, The Batman, Arkhamverse, Hunted.)

Pamela Isley/ Poison Ivy (BTAS, Arkhamverse, Harley Quinn)

MARVEL (movies only)

Namor/K'uk'ulkan

Shuri

Peggy Carter

King M'Baku

Wanda Maximoff

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART THREE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You're finally alone with him. He kind of makes you nervous.

⋆ 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 and reader are finally alone for the first time. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. Readers not sure if she's actually starting to like him, or if she's just intrigued by him. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jervis is against smoking lmao. 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

⋆ '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,

♫ “I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and toyin' with them older guys, just playthings for me to use.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

You'd been having dreams about him, since your second meeting.

The way he spoke; with poise and elegance, as though he was apart of one of Gotham's eldest families. A part of you think he's hiding something. But he didn't have the air of arrogance, nor were any of the old money men going around doing magic shows for clubs.

Every dream was the same. It was cheesy. It felt like a shitty romcom. He would stare deep into your eyes. Tell you the same thing each time, big black orbs looking into your own.

"Look right into my eyes." His voice sounded, echoing through the chamber of your mind. "Not above them, not around them, into them."

You'd try to look away in an attempt in teasing him. Petulant defiance. You got that tactic from your mother.

But each time you looked away- his fingers would brush against your chin, simply pulling you back to him. He'd offer that smug, quiet smirk. Maybe he did have an air of arrogance.

Each time you woke up, you shook it off. It was just a coincidence. You saw him twice. Nothing special about him.

Coming back to the present, you huff. You're outside the club, on the balcony. The air is crisp and the lights of Gotham shine beneath you and further. You can't see the horizon.

You come out here, sometimes, for a smoke break. Tabitha always reprimands you. "Those are bad for you. Hand it over."

You always get Selina to steal you a new pack of Marlboro reds from one of the clubs frequents. You shudder to think what your dad would say if he found out.

Probably try to arrest you. Underage smoking. You joke to yourself and you snicker.

You watch the smoke come out in puffs. It's kind of tragically beautiful. The way the blue light of the club and city fades into it. It mesmerizes you.

A slight knock sounds to the entrance of the balcony doorframe. On instinct, you try to hide the cigarette, wildly brushing away the smoke.

Mr. Tetch, or rather, Jervis, stands in the doorframe. He leans against it, eyes focused on you. That damned smile plays on his face as he watches you desperately try to put out the cigarette on the balconies edge.

You clear your throat.

"What are you doing here?" You put on your best intimidating voice to conceal the nerves his smile sends you. You try to emulate your dads voice as best you can.

He chuckles, softly. He seemingly ignores the question.

"My, my. You look like you're having an interesting time up here." He drawls, eyes drifting down to the cigarette in your hands. You feel heat rise to your cheeks. "May I join you?" He asks, soft.

You give a begrudged nod. "Um. Yeah."

He nods as he comes closer to you, stopping by your side. You avert his gaze from his. "Thank you," he replies.

He sits down next to you, humming a foreign tune as he looks up. He doesn't seem to notice that you seem nervous, just sitting there, observing him. He finally looks at you, staring at your face, still humming.

"Beautiful night, is it not?" He asks, inhaling the air.

You shrug. "Eh. I've lived here forever. All nights in Gotham are kind of the same."

"Is that so?" He raises an eyebrow. "You don't find yourself...mesmerized by the night?" He says it with a chuckle, staring at the sky, lost in thought.

You pause. What an odd thing to ask. You suppose he's a bit of an odd man, though.

"The nights are better than the mornings. At night, you can just be free. No restraints." You find yourself resting your head in your hands on the balcony. The small action makes him stare at you- expression unreadable. Between the haze of the city lights...the tall man over your shoulder...the left-over smoke, it all feels dream-like.

"Indeed. At night...all our problems and worries suddenly vanish. The city lights and the silence of it all, make one feel truly free and calm." He says, like it's poetry. You hang off his every word.

"Shouldn't you be back inside, doing your act in the club right now?" You perk your head up, remembering he does have a job. He works for your mom. What are you doing?

"Oh, yes I should. But alas, the night was much more appealing," He pauses. You hum in understanding.

"...Cigarette?" You offer. He looks at it, then back to you, regaled. He shakes his hand, putting his hand up to stop you.

"No, thank you." He utters. "Aren't you a bit young to be smoking?" He stares at you with an intensity.

"No. Yes. Maybe." You respond, small. He grins.

"How interesting. You must know, it's awfully bad for you." I shrug at his words, thoughts flying back to Tabitha.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Feels good though."

A slow moment of silence overtakes you two as he grabs your arm gently, and you jump at the contact. Looking over your shoulder, you find him staring deep into your eyes. And the ticking of a pocket watch. Oh shit.

"Look right into my eyes." His voice sounds like velvet. "Not above them, not around them, into them." Unlike the dream, you're frozen in place. No room to turn.

"Now, do I have your attention?"

You nod. He hums, delighted.

"You will stop smoking these, or any other narcotics for that matter." A faint sound of concern...or disgust...slips it's way into his voice. You find yourself bemused, but willing to obey.

"Very good. Now throw the cigarettes off the ledge, yes?" Beside yourself, you do exactly as he says. He pats your head in praise, and you're utterly confused.

"You'll have no memory of this. Three...two...one. Awake." He counts down, looking at you. You blink into consciousness, unaware of what just happened. You feel dizzy.

"Mr. Tetch...?" You ask him, eyebrows scrunched together. He gives you an innocent look.

"I should get going, my dear. Wouldn't want to be late for my very own show." He breathes. "Very nice seeing you."

You swear he disappears before your eyes. You realize your jacket feels lighter. Where did your cigarettes go? Huh. Whatever. You've been meaning to quit anyways.

[gothamslostboy]

What if Jervis gets a boyfriend... and they braid his hair and calls him a pretty boy... Maybe I am gay... Maybe I am strange, but boy do I love that bastard and his horrible past

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It might be a bit ooc? I’m not sure

Pretty Little Thing

JERVIS TETCH X MALE READER

WORDS: 641

YOU JERVIS

Who could’ve guessed life could make such blissful moments in the same day it doled out a hurricane’s worth of struggles? Jervis certainly didnt, but he was so thankful it did. He woke up knowing today was going to be rough, his calendar showed several meetings with his accomplices to plan their biggest attack yet, and with so many grudges held by so many cooks, the kitchen was packed. At one point Jerome had killed a lower level meeting attendant, and Jervis was left to return order among the group to stop an obvious betrayal plan forming in some peoples heads.

When the meetings ended and he thought he could finally return home to his wonderful boyfriend, Jervis was informed that Johnathan required his assistance, the man Jerome killed was originally scheduled to assist him in creating more fear gas tonight. Tetch obliged, considering his revenge was the one that required the awful mixture the most, but heavens sake was it unpleasant to make. He had been accidentally sprayed, and despite Crane’s apologies he did not feel better until finally stepping into the threshold of he and his partner’s home.

Jervis removed his hat, placing it atop the antique coat hanger by the door, and began moving forward into the house. Darling? Are you home? He switches directions when he hears your voice in the living room. Yes Dear, come watch with me, our shows on! It’s an episode we’ve alre- oh my god Jervis, your eyes! You shoot up off the couch, booking it to your boyfriend. What happened? Are your hurt? Who did this? Was Jerome being a dick again because I swear- your hands are on Jervis’s face when he interrupts you, pulling them down with his own so he can hold them. It was an accident Darling, Johnny forgot to tighten one of the containers, but really, I’ll be ok. But, he gestures to the black and purple surrounding his brown eyes, I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with this for a few days. Sorry it’s suck an eyesore, it’s a stronger vers- Jervis Tetch! You lead him towards the couch by your still intertwined hands. Once your both sitting, you pull him towards you until his head is in your lap, staring up at you. Don’t ever call any part of you an eyesore again. No matter what, you’re never that. You’re my beautiful boy, such a pretty little thing. Jervis let’s out a content sigh as he closes his eyes, leaning towards your thumb slowly rubbing softly across his cheek. Alright, sorry darling. I won’t do it again, thank you Love.

The two of you sit wordlessly for a while, enjoying the comfort your presence brings eachother. After a couple minutes, Jervis turns his head to watch the show, and your fingers find themselves slowly slinking into his hair. You begin crossing the strands in small sections as he hums along to the shows theme song. Once you’ve created a few braids, your gaze drifts down from the tv and lands on Jervis’s face. Truly, even with the slight puffiness and discoloration around his eyes, your boyfriend had one of the prettiest faces in Gotham, if not the world. His eyes were filled with a general awe of the things around him, very rarely did he have trouble finding something to get excited about. He had a strong jawline without looking too sharp, and soft lips that always quirked into loving smiles around you.

Dearest? His eyes darted towards you, the usual bright gaze intact despite his state. Yes Darling? You move a strand of hair off his cheek, moving down to give him a quick peck on his forehead. I love you pretty boy, I really do.

I love you too Darling, I’d give up all of Wonderland for your happiness if I had it.

[finniestoncrane]

Ok, I thought which combination I want to choose from scenarios I came up with but in the end it ended on

Jervis,

enemies to lovers

⚫ wow you look...beautiful

Bunny

mad hatter x female!reader/enemies to lovers oop i am hard on the jervis train, bless that silly little rhymin man 🐇 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: pining, obsessive if you want 👀 send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

Jervis Tetch had thus far been a difficult one to catch. Evading others, using his talents in hypnosis to strong-arm the GCPD, the other vigilantes out there. You weren’t one of them, you were a civilian, but you had been the only one at the bank who hadn’t succumbed to his hypnotic chanting over the intercom. When everyone else had been under a trance, you sat, cowering in fear, but entirely in control of your own faculties.

So, you resolved to use this, up until that point unknown, talent for good. A cat and mouse chase. The tortoise and the hare perhaps? Because it didn’t take long for him to realise that someone was on his tail. He made it clear through his notes, his messages, his stunts with other victims. It had become personal, and one of you would win. It just depended on who would fold first. Who could play wits better than strengths. And you were mentally strong, strong enough to withstand his mind games, his hypnotic charms. At least you had thought.

Thus far, he had remained a name, a voice, a threat you couldn’t put a face to. And luckily, you had maintained the same level of anonymity with him. But now you stood across from him, finally tracking him down after weeks. With an empty, echoing space in between you both, you stood still, facing each other. Neither of you sure what to do now. It was an anti-climactic conclusion, you thought, until you got a better look at him.

His face, angular, yet sweet, framed by soft brown locks, deep brown, almost black, eyes staring into your own, features softened in an almost smile. He opened his mouth to speak, short of words for a moment before he found them.

“Wow. You’re different to how I pictured you. You look…beautiful.”

You fought to suppress the blushing smile, but it spread across your face anyway. When he stepped towards you, your heart fluttered, but not in fear. You were hopeful, you wanted to see him up close, wanted to take more of him in. Everything you had planned, all of your intentions, your sole focus for the longest time, it all fell apart as soon as you saw him. Not to be romantic, or cliched, but it felt like love at first sight.

Maybe he did have an effect on you after all. Perhaps you were susceptible to his charms, albeit in another manner. You were under his spell, something he hadn’t even needed to strive to achieve. And as he approached you, you took a deep breath in, cautious but excited.

“I…apologise. Had I known it was such a sweet little bunny who was…well.”

He took off his hat, holding it to his chest as he bowed, taking your hand and kissing softly at your knuckles.

“Jervis Tetch, ma’am.”

You smiled, pressing your lips tight together to try and hide how deeply infatuated you were becoming with him. But it was a futile attempt. You were hypnotised.

[blackreaders-assemble]

Hypnotized

Jim Gordon x black!reader

Warning ⚠️: nah.

Requested by anonymous: Jim Gordon and Girlfriend reader who gets captured by Jervis Tetch and makes her fall in love with him and Jim has to save her

A/N: sorry if the ending is a bit rushed, my phone is dying. Enjoy! ❤️

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"Do you really have to go?" I whined to Jim.

"Yeah, Harvey found more information about the killer; that means we're one step closer to catching them," he told me as he was getting dressed.

I nodded my head and sighed.

"Okay I understand."

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He came over to the bed a kissed me goodbye. I hate it when he has to leave in the middle of the night but he's one of the best detectives this city has so I get it.

I decided to go into the kitchen and make some coffee to keep myself awake and wait for him to return. I sat on the counter and toyed with my phone while waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. The doorknob began jiggling and I assumed it was Jim coming back because he forgot something.

"What did you forget this time?" I chuckled. When he didn't say anything I looked up from my phone and gasped. Standing in front of me was Jervis Tetch, the man that Jim was currently trying to catch.

I jumped down from the counter and grabbed the large knife.

"Don't you dare come any closer," I threatened.

He smiled at me and took a step closer, "Don't worry, my dear, you have nothing to fear."

My heart was pounding and my hands began to shake but I kept a firm grip on the knife handle. He took another step forward and I raised the knife, ready to defend myself. He pulled out a pocket watch and opened it.

"Look into my eyes."

I made the mistake of doing what he said. I felt like I couldn't move but my body was completely relaxed. It seemed as if I was about to fall into a deep sleep. Jervis got directly in front of me and caressed my cheek.

"When you wake up, you'll love me."

That was the last thing I heard before I became unconscious.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar room but that didn't bother me much. All I wanted to do was see Jervis; I have a strong urge to be near him. As if he read my mind, Jervis came into the room and sat on the bed.

"Good morning, beautiful," he spoke. His voice was so soothing and I wanted to hear him speak more.

"Morning, Jervis."

I leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek. Before I could move away, he grabbed the back of my neck and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. We both pulled away at the same time then stared longingly into each other's eyes. My heart was filled with so much adoration for this man. Way deep down I knew it was wrong but I didn't really understand why.

"Come, my dear, you must be starving," he said then held out his hand. I took his hand and he lead me out of the room and down a flight of stairs. We entered a dining room where breakfast was waiting for us. He pulled out a chair for me then took the seat across from me.

"I love you."

The words came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop myself. My eyes widened and my face became warm. He chuckled and shot me a grin, it looked almost smug and full of mischief.

"I know, I feel the same way."

Just then I heard gunfire and yelling. Jervis swore under his breath then jumped over the table and grabbed me. The dining room doors were kicked open, Jim and Harvey walked in.

"GCPD, everybody down!" Jim yelled.

The maid and butler got on the ground and kept quiet. My heart leaped when I saw Jim and it just confused me further. Jervis held me tightly, my back against his chest.

"Why so grim, Jim?" He mocked.

"Let her go, Tetch," Jim demanded, holding his gun tightly, ready to shoot at any moment.

"I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to be let go. Right, Y/N?"

I turned my head to look up at Jervis then I locked eyes with Jim.

"Right," I said confidently. "I want to stay here.

I felt a pang of regret in my heart when I saw the look of hurt and betrayal cross Jim's face. Then they were filled with rage.

"What the hell did you do to her?"

Jervis laughed loudly and like a lunatic. "I did the right thing, Jim. You don't deserve her, you never did."

"You are so sick," Harvey chimed in.

Both of them inched forward, ready to shoot if necessary. Jervis took a step back, bringing me along with him.

"Just leave us be!"

"Snap her out of whatever weird ass trance you have her in!"

I felt Jervis' grip on me loosen then he fell to the ground. I looked behind me and saw another cop with his gun in Jervis' face. Jim ran over to me and lightly grabbed my face to get me to pay attention to him but I couldn't. I tried pushing him away from me.

"Get away from me!" I screamed, "I want to be with him!"

Jim held onto me and glared at Jervis. "Snap her out of it, Tetch!"

Jervis and I locked eyes and he looked defeated, "Y/N, wake up." He clapped his hands twice and I felt like a weight was lifted off of me. Jim brought my attention back to him.

"Y/N?"

I leaned forward and captured his lips for a quick second.

"Hi, Jim," I whispered. He pulled me in a warm, tight embrace and breathed in my scent.

"I thought I lost you." He sounded so exhausted.

Harvey came over a moment later and clapped Jim on the shoulder. "Everything alright over here?"

"Yeah, Harv, everything's good," I responded.

He nodded once, "Good to have you back, kid. We're gonna go ahead and send this loony to Arkham."

"Alright, I'll be with you in a moment," Jim said.

I watched as they slapped the handcuffs on Jervis and put him in the back of a truck. I couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

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REBLOG & COMMENT

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first two seasons so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men universe - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Remy LeBeau, Rogue, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson, Emma Frost.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

BOOKS:

- ACOTAR series - Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Emerie, Eris Vanserra (maybe, if you have a request), Gwyn, Helion, Kallias, Tarquin, Thesan.

- The Serpent and the Wings of Night - Raihn Ashraj

- Magnolia Parks - Magnolia Parks, BJ Ballentine

- The Inheritance Games - Nash Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne

- The Cruel Prince - Cardan Greenbriar, Dain Greenbriar, Balekin Greenbriar, Roiben.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

[jeromesgirl]

•~THINGS I WRITE/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR~•

Hello, I’m Jeromesgirl and I write for all different universes including Gotham,Tvd,Criminal Minds, etc. Im new here and I would appreciate if you send in a request or read my stories. I hope you enjoy my page…see you soon <3

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Characters I write for~ (pls lmk if there is someone you like that I didn’t include)

Gotham-

Jerome Valeska

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Selina Kyle (Cat-woman)

Edward Nygma (Ridder)

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter)

Jeremiah Valeska

The Vampire Diaries Universe-

Elena Gilbert

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Klaus Mikaelson

Bonnie Bennett

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo

Kai Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce

Harry Potter Series-

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Pansy Parkinson

Narcissa Malfoy

Sirius Black

Lucius Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamander

Cedric diggory

Criminal Minds-

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Jennifer Jareau

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Kate Callahan

Twilight Saga Universe-

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Kate Denali

Tanya

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Woo now on to what i write and what I don’t write

What I would/do write~

Smut, Angst, Fluff, etc

Kinks;  age gaps, poly/threesome, yandere, toy play, cheating (sometimes), blood play, knife play, bdsm, violence, praise and degradation, power imbalance, choking, mommy/daddy kink, Begging, cockwarming, cum play, Dolly kink, Edging / denial, Humiliation, Mirror sex, messy sex, oral sex, Overstimulation, Petnames,Dominance and Submissiveness, Sadism / Masochism, Teasing, Thigh Riding / Thigh fucking, Tit Fucking, Bondage/ Ropes/ Handcuffs, CNC (request lightly), Gun play, Ice play, Slapping / Impact play, spitting.

What i do not write~

necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, male!character x male! Reader smut (I don’t know much about it to write about it), r*pe.

Have fun requesting/reading!<3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

I'm Meaner Than My Demons - Jonathan Crane (Gotham) X Female (Gotham) Reader

Title: I'm Meaner Than My Demons

Jonathan Crane (Gotham) X Female (Gordan) Reader

Additional Characters: Jim Gordan (Mentioned), Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch, lady guard, and other inmates (Mentioned)

Requested

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

WC: 1,871

Warnings: Mentions of depression, overprotective dad, big timeskip, asylum, hypnotism, death, and a bit graphic

It has been a year since Jonathan had gone to Arkham Asylum. Y/N has been getting through life in Gotham with her father. Every day she wakes up thinking about Jonathan and every night before going to bed she thinks of him. Many times she had asked her father if she could go see him, but her father would always say no. It was too dangerous. Y/N knew it wasn't. She was getting tired of this. She wanted to see Jonathan, she missed him dearly. She loved him then, and she loved him now.

In Arkham, Jonathan is sitting over his cell toilet, stirring something he is making. After a year in Arkham, Jonathan's mind changed. He was not the same boy a year ago. Many nights he dreamt about her. Her laugh, her smile. He had to get out and find her. And finally, he would.

Inside his mind, his thoughts fought. What if she forgot about him? What if she's now scared of him? What if she didn't want to come with him? His thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door, and outside, Jonathan heard Jervis Tetch speak.

“Knock-knock called the clock, time to rise and wield your scythe.”

The door opens.

“I fear I will require a moment more, Mr. Tetch.”

“Our moment is fleeting, my dear Mr. Crane. Its wings desperately beating.”

Jonathan poured a liquid in the bubbling fluid, causing a little explosion within the bowl. He quickly pours it into a jar, while Jervis watches nervously from the door.

“There, now scarcely a drop spilled. Shall we, Mr. Tetch?” Jonathan speaks, getting up and walking out.

“Let us be the pains, Mr. Crane.” Jervis spoke, following close behind.

Outside a yellow and black, metal door, Jonathan poured his newly made liquid on the lock. It bubbled and like acid, melted it away. Both metal doors burst open, and Jerome Valeska burst out dramatically. Santering out, he pulled his sleeve up a bit to reveal his arm, looking down at it, he slowly shook his head.

“When I say three hairs past a freckle, gentlemen. I do not mean five hairs past.”

“Let’s do better next time, hm?”

Jervis then stepped closer to Jerome, “Mind both P’s and Q’s, Valeska. We're not your militia to be backed and called.”

“I quit thinking you’d be without us.” Jonathan spoke up, stepping closer to Jerome as well.

“Boys, boys, let’s not squabble too early in our partnership. There’ll be plenty of time to stab each other in the backs later. But, for now, stick to Jerome’s plan and everyone will get what they want.”

Jervis interrupted, reasoning with Jonathan.

“An earthly kingdom of terror.” Jonathan spoke, voice gruff behind his mask.

“A piece of Gotham pie. Both sky and high!” Jervis spoke with a wide smile.

“That’s the spirit boys! Think big.” Jerome spoke up, walking in between the two before stopping.

“And lose the weirdo, she’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.” Jerome spoke, watching the hypnotized guard stare at them.

“Your work is done, my dear. Your race, I’ll run.” Jervis spoke to her, with an awkward smile.

“Glad to be of help.” She spoke, before walking to Jerome to give him the keys, before slitting her own throat and falling dead.

“Much better. Now, to free the rest of our cronies and blow this popsicle stand.”

Putting the key into a control panel lock, Jerome frees everyone. While inmates run around freely, Jerome, Jervis, and Jonathan walk together, saluted by Jerome’s inmate fans. And finally, they walk out the front gate of Arkham Asylum. Turning around, Jerome bowed to her loyal fans as they all cheered and applauded.

“Onward march!” He commanded as the three led a crowd of crazy psychos.

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“Dad? Why are you calling?” Y/N asked, holding her phone to her ear and shoulder as she cooked pasta in the kitchen.

“We got the news that Arkham Asylum criminals have escaped! It’s all over the news! Lock all doors, windows, and shut the curtains! I am heading home right now! Don’t open the door to anyone!”

Y/N’s heart quickened and she quickly dropped the wooden spoon into the bubbling pot of noodles.

She quickly took her phone into her hand and quickly walked through the house, closing windows and locking everything as quickly as she could. Bringing the phone back to her ear, heart beating in her ears.

“Okay, I locked and shut everything. What should I do?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling.

“Stay in your room and lock the door. I am stuck in a bit of traffic, but I’ll be there as fast as I can. Go and stay in your room, lock the door. Do you understand me?” Gordan asked worriedly.

Y/N nodded but spoke up, “Yeah. Okay. In-room, hide or something. Lock the door. Got it.” She spoke, heading to her room.

“I’m going to go now. Stay in your room. Stay hidden.”

And that was that.

Y/N went into her room and closed and locked her door. Once again, checking her windows. Curiosity got the best of her and she looked under her bed and her closet. Getting on her bed, she dimmed her lamp and grabbed a book, knowing the whole situation would take a while. She set her phone on silent and set it down next to her.

Opening her book, she sat and read quietly. Reading and trying to calm down her nerves at the same time. Her mind kept going to Jonathan. Questioning everything. Was he alright? Where was he? Did he get hurt? Did he need help? It was hard for her to concentrate on her book anymore at that point.

Outside, a figure stood, staring up at the window, seeing the faint light behind pale yellow curtains. They stuffed their hands inside their pockets, feeling the small photos inside.

At some point, she almost thought she heard the door burst open. She quickly looked up from her book and up to her door. It was silent for a moment before Y/N got off the bed and quietly opened her bedroom door, peeking out into the hall.

Stepping out, she tiptoed through the hallway, seeing the front door broken on the floor. Looking around the corner into the living room, no one was there. She then headed to the kitchen, leaning in to look into the room. Standing in the kitchen, staring at the still bubbling pot of overdone noodles, was a tall figure in a striped outfit. The same outfit criminals in Arkham Asylum wore. The figure had some sort of bag over their head, like a potato bag or something. Y/N looked at them confused and honestly a bit scared. The person then pulled the bag off of their head, letting it hang in their hand by their side.

Right when they did that, Y/N’s eyes widened. Seeing the person’s hair. It was short and brown, just like Jonathan’s. The way he stood was just like Jonathan. She knew they were Jonathan.

“Jon?” She asked quietly, stepping out into the entryway of the room.

As quickly as she said it, he turned around to see her standing at the threshold, looking at him curiously. He looked a bit different but he was still Jonathan. He was taller, paler, and looked like he needed sleep.

“Y/N…” He breathed out in hidden relief, taking a step closer, not wanting her to run away from him.

He felt his old persona coming back, clawing its way out from within his soul.

“Is it you?” She asked, taking a step fully into the kitchen.

“Yes. But, I have learned to not fear the scarecrows, but have become them." Jonathan spoke up.

“Well, that is better than fearing them, isn’t it?” Y/N smiled.

Jonathan nodded.

“So, are you gonna give me a hug, or just stand there?” Y/N asked, opening her arms, awaiting a hug.

Jonathan didn’t hesitate, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. Digging his head into her neck, breathing in the scent of lavender and coconut. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his chest.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled.

“I missed you too.” Y/N spoke, gently letting him go, keeping her arms around him.

Soon, there was an awkward silence, as they both just stared at each other. Y/N tilted her head, leaning in to brush her lips against Jonathan’s, but was interrupted when their noses bumped together, making them both giggle, and the awkwardness fades away. Then the moment his lips hit hers, Y/N began to kiss back.

She pulled away from him gently.

“Let’s get out of here” He mumbled against her lips.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, his eyes still closed as his hair gently tickled her cheeks.

“Where would we go?” She asked quietly, softly gazing as he slowly opened his eyes.

“Anywhere from here. Away from Gotham.” Jonathan spoke, nudging her nose with his.

“As long as I am with you, I’d go anywhere with you.” Jonathan looked down at her confused.

“You’d go anywhere? What about your father?” Jonathan asked, tilting his head.

“Who cares? As long as I get out of this place." Y/N spoke, letting go of Jonathan and heading to the stove, turning off the burner.

Turning around, she gave a small smile towards Jonathan, “Would you like noodles to go, to wherever we are going?”

Jonathan nodded and Y/N grabbed plastic tableware, dumping a good amount for the both of them in.

“If you would like new clothes, I bet my dad has something that might fit you.” Y/N spoke, pointing to her father's room while adding butter to the noodles.

A bit later, Jonathan came out wearing a gray button-up and some black pants. Keeping the same shoes and potato bag draped over his shoulder.

Y/N closed the lid of the tableware and placed it in a small bag.

“I am going to pack a few necessities, then we can go before my dad comes back and you can tell me all about how you got out.” She spoke, before pressing a kiss on his cheek and heading to her room.

Y/N went into her room and grabbed a duffle bag, filling it with a couple of pairs of clothes, bathroom necessities, snacks, books, phone, phone charger, and her notebook. She then walked to her closet and pulled a wood floorboard apart from the floor, picking up a box of Y/N's secret stash of money. She then zipped up the bag and grabbed new clothes to wear. Not thinking it was okay to go out to who knows where and be only dressed in an oversized sweater and sweatpants. She got dressed in something a bit warmer and grabbed her bag and walked out her room door, closing it behind her.

She then walked back to the kitchen, seeing Jonathan, standing and waiting.

“I am ready, are you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Jonathan nods with a smile, “Let’s get out of here.”

[sugar-cube-person]

Masterlist

GOTHAM:

Jim Gordon

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Edward Nygma

Jervis Tetch

Victor Zasz

Victor Zsasz x Fem!reader PT1

Butch Gilzean/Cyrus Gold/Solomon Grundy

Butch Gilzean x Gn!reader

MARVEL:

Loki

Thor 

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, and Toby)

ONCE UPON A TIME:

Killian Jones

Gideon Gold

Peter Pan 

Henry Mills

DISNEY CHANNEL:

Luke Ross 

Ravi Ross

P.J. Duncan

Gabe Duncan

Joey Rooney

Parker Rooney

STAR WARS:

Luke Skywalker

Anakin Skywalker

Han Solo

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

THE MAZE RUNNER:

Thomas

Newt

Gally

Frypan

WE’RE THE MILLERS:

Kenny Miller

David Miller

HARRY POTTER:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black (old or young)

James Potter (young)

Remus Lupin (old or young)

GRIMM:

Nick Burkhardt 

Sean Renard

Monroe

Hank Griffin

Drew Wu

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner 

Derek Morgan

GHOSTBUSTERS:

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Winston Zeddemore

Peter Venkman  

RULES:

I will NOT be writing ANY smut since I do not feel comfortable with that, when requesting please be specific or I will improvise and I think that defeats the purpose lol, anyways enjoy and have fun, I can’t wait to hear your requests!

EXTRA:

You can request from other fandoms too and if I don’t know which fandom it is I will definitely try it out and write for it :)

[slashingdisneypasta]

J Squad x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You worked at the circus as a sort of roadie for a while and kept contact with Jerome throughout his times in Arkham - so of course when he and his 'squad' need a place to hide out before they find Oswald, he of course thinks of you.

So now you're spending the night with the infamous Jerome Valeska, the haunting Scarecrow and the unstable Jervis Tetch in your home.

Warnings: ... I don't think so? Oddly enough? Jervis doesn't rhyme though so there's that. I'm sorry. I cant rhyme ha ha.

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When you opened the door to reveal the three stooges in black and white Arkham stripes, the muscles in your arm flinched- ready to slam the door shut again before rethinking that. Lets try not to insult them, Y/N. That would be for thr best.

"Um... " You eye the two in the back, first. The unmistakable figures of The Scarecrow and Jervis Tetch, an eyebrow raised. Your gaze flickers to the familiar form of Jerome in end though, at the centre like usual. "I assume this is not a social call?"

"We're in need of a place to hide out- Jerome lead us here to... you." A deep, muffled, nightmarish voice comes from the Scarecrow and you nod to him. Thanks. I figured. Jerome himself turns back to you from making a throat slicing / cut-it-out motion with his hand and his neck at Crane, and breaks out in a forced smile. You can tell what kind of expression he's trying to make, as the wide spance of his grotesque lips stretch the tiniest bit. A flicker of movement. And he tilts his head to the side.

"I mean... " His eyebrows push up his forehead. "It could be both??"

"Mhm." Sure. You sigh, though, and step to the side so that they can come into your apartment. What? Like you're going to say no to these three?? You might be friends with Jerome but Jervis wont hesitate to hypnotise you- no matter that Jerome thinks he's the boss.

And that would be the more pleasant way to go; You for sure don't want to see the business end of that fear toxin.

"Man, this sure is nice of you, Y/N." Jerome rattles off, walking around your place picking things up, assessing them from the bottom up, and then putting them back in a slightly different position. Oh, you're going to hate him by the end of this. He glances up at you, sees your glare at what he's doing and smirks as he continues. "Nice place you have, too! Cant believe you never sent me pictures to cure me of Looney Bin Boredom- you rascal. Luckily I found these guys. They're fucked up, A.K.A, Lotsa fun. They've been reading your letters, too! ShArInG iS cArInG! Right? Hahahaha." Oh, great.

I forgot how much he t a l k s.

"Heh," Now Tetch, who stayed standing beside you rather then venturing blindly into your home like his colleagues did, speaks up for the first time and you calm at the chance to listen to a voice not quite as rough and headachy, as your friend's. "Anyway, thank you very much for allowing us to stay, miss! I'd be happy to take a lay, on the floor, if either Mr Crane or Mr Valeska would like the couch?"

Jerome perks up like a parrot and raises his finger. "Um- I'll take Y/N's bed- "

The Scarecrow's neck practically snaps as he turns to the red headed freak and shakes his head. "You will not." Oh, how sweet, you think, pleasantly surprised at the manners the other two villains are demonstrating. "You may be permitted the couch; I'll take the floor with Mr Tetch."

Jerome huffs, and on his way past you to the kitchen hisses your way - which just so happens to also still be Tetch's way, - a mimic of the Scarecrows voice, but slightly airier and lustier. "'I'll take the floor with Mr TETCH!'" Then he disappears into your tiny kitchen to eat, probably, all your goddamn food and possibly some pigeons from out the window. Or at least he'll make some horrible creation out of what's in your cupboard. You can only hope he doesn't try to feed it to anyone.

This leaves you to stand awkwardly alone in the living room with the other, unfamiliar two. One sitting on the couch fiddling with the mechanism on his wrist and the other still standing awkwardly beside you like he doesn't quite know what else he can do.

After a moment, Tetch turns to you with an awkward smile. "Mr Crane and I aren't, uh, romantically involved like Jerome insinuated-

"Don't worry; I know." You assure, still very awkward yourself. Then add an understanding, "Jerome.", as if that explains everything. He nods. It does.

"Right."

"S-so, um... do either of you want, uh... " Glancing at Jervis, gaze flickering up to his hat and the card with a head size scrawled on it, you shrug. "Tea? O-Or... " Looking at the Scarecrow, then, you really don't know what to say. What on earth do Scarecrows drink!? What would be appropriate to offer?? "... coffee?"

"Oh!" Tetch immediately brightens up, starry eyed at the suggestion. He looks like he may have clapped his hands together if he weren't holding a pile of neat looking clothes in his arms. "Tea would be wonderful!" Do they not offer tea at Arkham???

You know what; Probably not.

"Coffee, thank you." The Scarecrow nods, not looking up from his device at first, before something occurs to him and he moves slowly to look at you. "Also, do you have a toolkit?"

"Uh, yah!" Oh, thank god. Tea, coffee, toolbox- all things you can do instead of standing here like a scared, weirdly awkward ninny. "I'll grab it for you."

He returns to his work. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"Uh, actually, miss." Tetch pipes up again, evidently set at ease now since theirs a promise of tea. "I'd like to enquire- would you like some assistance with the tea?"

"Oh, no. I'll be okay, but thank you for offering! I'll get the tea going then bring out a bunch of blankets and pillows for you guys while it heats up. And the toolbox." These two are weirdly polite. Then you tilt your head to the side. "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm here?"

"Indeed! Could you direct me to a place I can get changed?"

"Oh!" You point down the hallway that Jerome slipped through. "Just down the hall- the bathroom is the door a few feet down from and across from the kitchen."

"Ah! Thank you, dear." He nods, his eyes crinkle in a smile, then goes off the way you pointed.

You sigh, silently. Relieved.

... Okay.

Okay. This might work out alright, for you. You might not die.

So far so good.

Then a BAM! sound comes from the kitchen, causing you to jump basically out of your skin while the Scarecrow doesn't even flinch, before you're off to possibly kill Jerome- depending on what kind of damage he's done to your kitchen. "Jerome!!"

"Oopsie!!"

[tainoidiot]

Mornings, Afternoons, Evenings.

Jervis Tetch X FoodServer!reader

NOTES: Based on this dumb post I made about a rogue falling for a worker, but instead of a psychiatrist or doctor it's the fucking food service people. (Maybe I'll even open up my requests soon OoooOooO)

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Mornings, Afternoons, and Evenings.

That's when he saw you.

Jervis awoke in his small holding room. It's white. A blinding white. He's tired of the bland exterior, where is the color and whimsy of wonderland when he needs it the most? Not to mention he wore this ugly shade of teal as his robes. Any longer and he'd lose it... more.

Jervis was given small privileges by the staff here and there. He wasn't a high risk patient anymore, so that meant he could have a phone in his room. Sure, he couldn't call anyone outside the asylum and he really only used it to ask for the menu items of the day but it's the thought that counts! Oh, and he has all the paper he could ask for! What for? Um...

Okay maybe he didn't have that many privileges. Really all he does is design hats and color anyway.

7:13 am, the phone rings, startling the middle aged man out of his hat creating zone. He hesitated at first, he never had the phone call HIM. So, curiously, he picked up the phone. "Hello?" Jervis asked.

...

Oh, they're just asking for his breakfast order.

BREAKFAST

The man's hungry. "Oh, where is that o-"

Three knocks interrupt his train of thought, and then the door swings open. "Food service! May I come in?" A sing songy voice asks. He's impressed, was the universe listening to him?

"Er, yes. Come in, dear." He stumbled with his words. The nurses usually gave him a light styrofoam type tray for his food. He must be getting better then.

In walks in a worker Jervis had never seen before. The grey work polo, the black pants and shoes, a dangling ID. It wasn't the appearance that got him curious. It was the voice. He needed to know more.

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You walk into the room, tray in your arms as you smiled at the man. "Good morning! Hope I didn't wake you up." You chuckle placing the tray on a nearby table. Truly, your customer service voice got people calm. They trusted you. YOU, however, only got paid 17 an hour. Could you give more of a shit? Maybe if you were given 20 an hour instead.

"Oh, not at all.. um.." The man replied, looking at you with soft eyes. "I thought the nurses delivered our trays?" He asked, looking at the breakfast with a smile. You just shrugged "We have a list of patients who we can't serve to physically, but looks like you're not on it anymore." You nod and pump the hand sanitizer bottle before stepping out of the room.

"Wait!" Cried Jervis. You turned your head curiously "Anything else I can do for you?"

"What's your name?"

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LUNCH

Jervis couldn't stop thinking about the delivery person he spoke with. Alice wouldn't work a 9-5, er.. 6-7:30, right? Wonderland is a strange place, however. Nothing is impossible. After only two weeks, Him and that mysterious server seemed to hit it off too. They talked about the mess the styrofoam trays make, especially considering how flimsy they are, how some of the doctors got on their nerves, and the exhaustion that was walking around Arkham. During their chat, they explained that they only really serve the box tea to the patients. "BUT if you ask nicely, I can sneak you some different kinds I find in the storage room." The server joked. Jervis hated the unsweetened tea, it was always cold. Who the fuck serves tea COLD?!

After sending in his lunch order, he prayed he'd see you again. They could talk about literature, as you mentioned you hadn't really been reading much as of late. It was obvious what he'd recommend, but it's the thought that counts. Your eyes, your voice, how you for some reason always smelled like mustard. (Apparently that's just how the kitchen smells)

Knock Knock Knock..

Jervis's ears perked up. Watching the door swing open made his heart flutter. Oh, to see your beautiful face, though half covered in a mask with hair tucked away into a hairnet, he didn't care. All he smiled for was that you were here. "Yes, yes! Come in, dear."

As he finally got a good look at the figure opening his door, he noticed.. wait, that's not you. That's someone else entirely. How cruel the universe was! "Um.. You're not.."

They look up at the man and sighed "Understaffed today. One called out sick, another just quit." Jervis was perplexed. Which one were you? Sick? Oh, he wishes he was there to hold you. You must be miserable, poor dear. Or did you had quit? Did you need a friendly ear to lend? Was today that bad?

The server placed the tray on the table and left. Jervis was left alone with his thoughts again, leg bouncing with anxiety. Did you need help? Did.. you need him? Hid heart ached just thinking about it. Maybe it was too soon, and this was the universes way of saying "slow down there." But he couldn't ignore how he felt.

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DINNER

Two weeks.

Two WHOLE WEEKS.

Jervis had been released from Arkham. He hid his true feelings of obsession worry from doctors and psychiatrists taking notes in their little booklets. It wasn't fair! You and him didn't even get to say a proper goodbye! And here he is, angrily huffing about as he steps into the thrift store.

He can't really afford nice things, but the tea cups here were truly pretty enough to catch his eye. Sure they looked a bit scattered when one cup had flowers and kittens and another pictures from nature, but that's Wonderland baby! Scattered and strange. Plus, retail therapy was always good.

As he walked through the kitchen ware aisle, he scanned his surroundings for new tea sets or perhaps a kettle. Not many people entered the thrift store on a Thursday evening, they usually come for the Monday sale. But every once in a while, he'd see someone in the same aisle as him.

And God is he thankful he turned his head. Because there you were. In all your glory.

His breath hitched, heart pounding as his cheeks flushed. It was you, wasn't it? His mind wasn't playing tricks, was it? You turned to face him and stopped.

"... Jervis Tetch?"

He gulped. "Y-Yes?"

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" Your smile widened as you walked closer to the man. "Holy crap man, you're out already? I figured you would've been, nice to see you!"

Jervis wanted to take your hand into his warm gloved one. God, he couldn't hold back. But he must. "Aha! Yes, yes.. It's good to see you. I didn't get to say goodbye, what happened?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then remember what he meant "Oh! Yeah, had some stuff to take care of.. and by that I mean I called off "Sick"!" You giggled. Oh, you silly little rabbit. Jervis sighed in relief. You were safe.

"I'm glad to see you're safe.. could we grab a cup of tea perhaps?"

The store was about to close anyway. What else is there to do for dinner?

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Jervis Tetch x reader - The Other Women...

Summary: jervis is dating y/n and loves her but when Alice texts Jervis, he does something he will regret. (ALICE AND JERVIS ARE NOT SIBLINGS IN ANY OF MY STORYS)(based on The Other Women by Lana Del)

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I was cuddling in bed with Jervis. It was peaceful until his phone went off. He grabbed it and it showed a text from Alice. His ex girlfriend.

We should meet up tonight. Maybe at the bar?

The text read. Jervis moved me off of him and hopped out of bed. He threw on his nice clothes and went into the kitchen. I sighed and rolled over to look at my phone.

Nothing.

Jervis is so popular. I mean he always gets notifications and texts from all kinds of people. It made me jealous. I got out of bed and put a crop top on with some blue jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror and bit my lip.

I'm so unattractive compared to Alice and Lee Tompson.

I went out of the room to find Jervis grabbing his keys. "where are you going?" i asked folding my arms across my self. He looked at me and there was something different about his eyes.

They didn't have their usual sparkle and love when he looked at me. They held a cold and fogy look. Like he was talking to me but thinking about something totally different.

"I'm going to meet a friend." he said and swiftly left the apartment. I looked down at the ground. I guess he thought I didn't see the text. I went to my closet and picked out a lacy black dress that made my figure look hot. I left my hair down and did some makeup.

I decided ro go to the bar closest to the apartment. I had no idea where Jervis and Alice where but I needed to clear my head.

I got a drink and sat in the corner and sipped it. I watched all the people in the bar closely. The girls were dancing and shaking their stuff. The boys were watching the girls while sipping their drinks.

I moved my eyes to look in the corner opposite me. I saw a black hat. It was Jervis'. He was here.

I moved to the booth beside me to get a better look. He was smiling at Alice. She was smiling back. I watched them for a little bit before something thry did crushed my heart.

They kissed. It was obvious both of them put real emotion into the kiss.

My breath hitched and i grabbed my purse and went ro stand by the table. I wanted them to see me. I want them to feel guilty. I let out a shaky breath tears welling up in my eyes.

Alice noticed me and her eyes went wide. Jervis turned around to face me and his tan skin turned pale. They didn't say or do anything. They just sat there forozen in shock. I gave them a sad smile and took of the ring jervis gave me. I put it on the table and shook my head walking out of the bar.

I always heard stories about the other women. I finally realized that I am the other women. And it hurts.

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Alice in Gotham (Jervis Tetch x Reader)

This is crazy, by the way." You mumbled to yourself. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" Batman looked down at you and you nodded. "I've come this far." "Remember I won't be far away and I won't let you out of my sight." Batman reminded you. "Yeah, got it. You nodded, run your hands through your new hair. It was actually a wig, a blonde one that was styled like Alice from Alice in Wonderland. You wore a black skirt and white shirt with a black ribbon under the collar. After that was a red coat that you left unbuttoned and red lipstick to match. You memorised lines from the story but regardless, the blonde hair was important. It would be what fixates him. It was always the first thing that draws him in and then he can't let go. 

It was very cold in Gotham on this particular night and you weren't sure if your trembling was in anticipation, fear or simply the cold. The plan was unconventional and utter madness, but so was Jervis Tetch. If you kept your distance from him, lured him away, then it would be fine The hostages would be safe. 

Getting in was tricky, you had to be silent and create an exit for yourself. A quick and easy one. Luckily enough, the buildings entrance door had no door. Unfortunately, there were corridors upon corridors, like a maze. It seemed almost fitting that he chose this place.  However your stomach dropped when you found he wasn't alone. 

Two-Face, Scarecrow and the Riddler were also present with Jervis. You silently cursed to yourself. These other criminals made it significantly more difficult, not to mention two of which being genius level in intelligence. You were going to just leave, you turned, ducking behind a corner before Jervis' voice rang out. "Alice?"

Your eyes widened and you hurriedly moved into a dark room. Hiding under the table under the window. He had to have seen the blonde curls, that's the only thing that would ever spot a mile away.  "Tetch, now is not the time for your damn hallucinations! No one is there!" Two-Face snapped. "I'm certain! Certain, see!" Someone sighed. "Well why don't you show me where you saw Alice, hm?" The voice was much less rough than Two-Face's whilst the Riddler's voice was always filled with narcissism. That left only Jonathan Crane- the Scarecrow. 

You heard them grow closer, turning the corner stopping outside the room you were in.  "Are you certain you saw her? You know the mind tends to play tricks..." Jonathan asked. His voice was monotone and smooth, a complete opposite to his frightening obsession with fear. "Certain, I am, Mr Crane! Certain, I am! Poor Alice must not have seen me. A dark night this can be!" His words sent a shiver down your spine. Jervis wouldn't be anywhere near as intimidating if he spoke like an ordinary person. The door of the room you were hiding in creaked open and a light scanned the room. The table blocked any chances of you being found. Your eyes boring into the two pairs of legs. Your heart pounded in your ears but you tried to keep your breathing as quiet and to a minimum. 

"Come on, already!" Two-Face's voice rang out. Jervis huffed. "Dismissive! Rude! I don't like your attitude!" Jervis called back but they turned out the light and walked away. You couldn't help but silently thank Harvey for saving you even though he didn't intend to. 

This building had previously been offices, as hinted by the many rooms sectioned with dividers and many old computers. All left abandoned as though everyone collectively got up and left without explanation. "Well, I say Crane, Nygma and I take this lot a couple of floors up. We all know Jervis isn't any help with that." Two-Face grumbled. Jervis made a noise of protest. "He's right, Jervis. You keep an eye on things down here. Come up to floor 1 in ten minutes." You didn't understand how everything Edward said, came off as smug. It was odd and very annoying. "Everyone, up!" Two-Face roared and you heard rustling, a cluster of footsteps, cries and whispers in fear. 

The three escorted the group and you hid behind the furthest corner. None of the Villains caught sight of you but a couple of hostages did. They sent you pleading looks filled with terror and tears. You put a finger to your lips, nodding at them. It was the most assurance you could give. "Oh how I do wish it was time for tea!" Jervis almost whined to himself as the group headed upstairs. You had to follow them, you knew you did but the Batman was specific, focus on Jervis. Although you couldn't bring yourself to leave the building without those hostages guaranteed safety. You were also very conscious of the tracker attached to your shirt. If Batman entered through this floor, there was a chance the other three would catch on. 

Maybe it was a terrible decision but it was what you came up with at the time. You'd have to follow them up there and you'd have to get Jervis to follow you. You considered getting his attention and making a run for the stairs but then you'd run into the other villains and the hostages. Then an idea struck you. If you could get Jervis' attention for a couple of minutes, letting those upstairs be settled and then come up there, they'd think nothing of it. Then your remembered Edward saying ten minutes. Ten minutes, you could do that. 

You picked up a tiny stone from the doorway, it was small enough and heavy enough to make a noise but not too much noise as to alert upstairs. You tossed it and it bounced off the opposite wall with a 'clack'. It got Jervis' attention, you heard him approaching. "Little mouse? Little door mouse?" He stood at the door looking at the stairs before turning in the other direction. At the same time you moved forward before running off as quietly as you could. With some luck, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the blonde hair. "Alice!?" Jervis' voice rose slightly with excitement and wonder. He moved forward.  He turned the corner and headed down the corridor, looking into a few rooms every so often.  "Curiouser and curiouser!" He said in awe. "Alice, is that you?" 

Minutes passed of you hiding and Jervis still hunting for you. Although he never ran towards you. That was odd but it seemed he was also growing more concerned that you weren't real meaning you'd have to take things up a notch. "Don't hide from me, Alice!" Jervis said weepily. " “Who am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!" You said passing the hallway before him. Jervis' face lit up. "Alice! It is you!" "Off with their heads!" You whispered loudly, the corridor carrying your voice. You waited until he was turning the corner before you turned another corner. Heading to the stairs. 

You stood by the stairs waiting for him. As he turned the corner, he was almost taken aback that you didn't disappear. He slowed down, half way down the corridor and almost uncertain- trying to read your expression. "It is not time for tea yet, Alice..." You pressed a finger to your lips. "We're late, so very late..." You turned to the stairs hurrying up them but still trying to be quiet. "Alice! Come back!" You heard Jervis hurry after you. You quickly moved into another office, closing the door behind you, matching the others. This time hiding in a cupboard. 

Jervis looked around, seeing nothing but dim corridors and closed doors. "Alice?" Jervis whispered in a singing voice.  Suddenly Edward and Jonathan turned the corner before him. Edward sighed. "That was eight minutes but I suppose it's the best you can do." Edward rolled his eyes. He moved towards a new set of stairs whilst Jonathan lingered, his eyes on Jervis. Jervis quicky hushed him. "Alice is here!" "Jervis, we've been through this. Alice isn't here. She may be in wonderland." Jonathan replied with ease.  "I must insist Mr Crane, we cannot delay! Alice is hiding! I haven't the slightest idea why!" 

You slowly climbed out of the cupboard to see Batman watching you from the opposite building. He nodded to you, giving you the signal to get out. If Jervis follows you. It's a success but don't let anyone catch you. You nodded back before slowly opening the door. You quietly moved for the stairs that went downstairs but your blood ran cold when you found both Jonathan and Jervis down the hall in front of you, the stairs being to your right. 

Jervis lit up in glee once again and you stood in complete fest, both Jonathan and Jervis staring at you. You should have made a run for it. You were internally screaming at yourself to move, but you didn't paralysed under their gazes. "Do you see Mr Crane!? Alice is here!" Jonathan's faces changed to a sinister smirk. "I do see Jervis." He responded as though talking to a child. You had to do something and fast. Words tumbled out before you could stop them. "Hatter, you didn't comply with the Red Queens demands." Jervis looked surprised, whether it was because you spoke or because of your statement, you couldn't be sure. "Demands!?" Jervis echoed in surprise. "Whatever do you mean, Alice!?" "The Red Queen ordered that you came alone, Hatter. It's a very important matter!" You responded. "I do not recall!" Whilst fear remained etched upon your features, you willed yourself to look more disappointed. "Now I have to go. Back to wonderland, I must go." Your hands moved to your neck. "The queen will have my head...I believe so." Jonathan chuckled marching forward.  "Come with me Jervis, back to Wonderland. It's become quite strange." You said before sprinting for the stairs. 

Within seconds Jervis and Scarecrow were outside the building, just in time to see you fall to the ground with a screech as Batman landed inches away from you. By the time you had unshielded your face, the two were out cold. You weren't sure what Batman had done to put them unconscious but you had no time to act as the GCPD, filed into the building guns at the ready but remaining quiet. "Floor three." You told Commissioner Gordon who led you into a police car. You moved for the make up wipes Gordon had kept for you, exhaustion overtaking you. Gordon, however, stopped you. "Sorry, (Y/N), I'm afraid you're not done yet. We'll need you to keep going in Arkham." "For what?" You asked. "Just trust us, it's Batman's idea. It won't be too long." You sighed. Almost immediately when you were asked to change into your next outfit. However you were exhausted. How did anyone, hero or villains do this almost every night? How did the Arkham staff deal with the criminally insane day in and out? 

“Imbeciles!” Edward spat in annoyance. “Where were you!?”  “Shut. Up.” Jonathan groaned rubbing his aching head. “The batman attacked us and we had an intruder. It turns out ‘Alice’ was very much real.”  “What?” Two-Face grumbled.  “We had company.” Jonathan replied gruffly. “Unbelievable!” Edward huffed.  “Alice...” Jervis said weepily to himself.  “Welcome back!” The Joker cried out before letting out a maniacal laugh.  “Shut it, clown!” Two-Face snapped.  “That was quick.” Someone else said, it sounded like it could have been Penguin. 

With a series of buzzing the doors opened. Jervis' eyes widened as you came in. His Alice, you were still here! You were dressed in a nurses uniform, moving to his cell and stopping before the door. "Alice!" You shifted your weight uncomfortable as Jervis clambered to his feet, hands pressed against the cell door. "Alice! You're here!" "That's not Alice, you moron!" Edward snapped in annoyance from behind you. "That's the same person from back at the building. Jervis saw them." Jonathan smirked. "Well what the hell are they doing here!? Here to gloat!?" Edward said icily in response. "Alice-!" "Jervis." Jonathan interrupted with a firm tone. "That isn't Alice. They're fooling you. They're pretending." "We're all mad here." You said simply as though it would have made sense for a response. However Jervis seemed to believe it. "No, Mr Crane! I assure you! I know! I know! It's my dear Alice who has come to say hello!" "He's so stupid." Edward said to himself. Jervis looked around you, eyes narrowing on Edward. "There's no need to be rude! That's not the right attitude!" "Hatter?" You gained his attention once more. "You're my friend aren't you?" "A friend, a friend! A friend until the end!" "The Red Queen demands answers. It'll be off with my head if I don't have her answers." You continued. "I need to know what you were doing there...with them." "Don't tell them!" Edward said sharply. "It's a lie." Jonathan warned Jervis. Even Jervis looked uncertain so you tried harder.  "Hatter." You reached out between the bars grabbing hold of his arm. 

Jervis looked stunned and even you froze when you realised what you had done. "Hatter, I've trusted you since I met you. I need you to trust me." "Working for the Red Queen is trouble, dear Alice. This is what happens when you're without me." Jervis said, any childlike tones in his voice were long gone. You nodded. "When you're better, you'll be back. Until then...it's only for a little while. So please...please tell me, what your plan was?" "Jervis!" Jonathan snapped but Jervis didn't acknowledge him. "Mr Crane needed test subjects to test his new formula-" "Shut up!" Edward yelled. "Damn it to hell!" Jonathan seethed. "We're planning something big Alice. Perhaps after that, we can free you from the Red Queen!" Jervis finished. You nodded, pressing him to keep going. "Alice? Why did the Red Queen choose you?" It was fake, that you couldn't forget but you couldn't help but wonder the same thing. More specifically, why did the Batman choose you? You took a moment to respond. "For the same reason, a Raven is like a Writing desk." You said softly. "I haven't the faintest idea." You whispered. 

"Do you enjoy playing mind games with someone who is mentally ill?" Jonathan, now sounding significantly more contained, asked you. You didn't look at him but he continued. "Or perhaps you won't be able to sleep tonight?" He was trying to guilt trip you. That you knew, you also knew it was working. You checked the pocket watch you had been given before stuffing it back in your pocket. Five minutes were up. You were out of time. "Gotta go." You said quietly. "Where?" Jervis looked alarmed. "I had to speak to you but I was only given so much time. Now it's time to go back to Wonderland." You gave him a small smile, turning on your heel and leaving. You felt Jervis' eyes on your back the entire time, until you were out of sight.

[x-gotham-rogues]

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Jonathan Crane, a.k.a Scarecrow

Edward Nygma/Nigma/Nashton, a.k.a Riddler

Harleen Quinzel, a.k.a Harley Quinn

Jervis Tetch, a.k.a Mad Hatter

Dennis Prowell, a.k.a Music Meister

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Pamela Isley, a.k.a Poison Ivy

Victor Fries, a.k.a Mr. Freeze

Selina Kyle, a.k.a Catwoman

Oswald Cobblepot, a.k.a Penguin

Bane, a.k.a Antonio Diego

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Joker

Hugo Strange

Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Victor Zsasz

Floyd Lawton/Deadshot

Clayface(s)

Ra’s al Ghul

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Prisoners - Jervis Tetch x Reader

Friends in Arkham mean trouble. But trouble can be fun.

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Requested by @shortandverynerdy​ - hope I’ve done your idea justice!

Warnings: Violence, attempted eye gouging, intense violence, rhyming

Good ol’ Arkham Asylum. Home sweet home to you. Just without the “home”, or the “sweet”. You’d been here three months now, but today was your first day out of solitary. Well, technically you’d been in with the General Population for a week when you arrived, but the director didn’t take kindly to you trying to gouge out the eyes of your fellow inmates. They didn’t seem to agree that it was a sufficient punishment for them staring at you. Creeps.

Now here you were, back in relative freedom, standing at the gates to hell. Or the common room. Same thing. All eyes were on you as you took your time walking around the periphery of the room to sit at an empty table. When you looked around you caught sight of everyone pointedly looking away from you; it would seem you had a reputation. You smiled to yourself, tracing the surface of the table with a finger, drawing meaningless patterns. You were happy like that, unthinking, uncaring, just drawing until you felt some disturbance. Eyes. On you. You looked up and immediately found the culprit. A strange man with a top hat made from newspapers. Now, Arkham was filled with weirdos and crazies, but for some reason, he stood out. There was just something about him. You narrowed your eyes, daring him to come over and speak to you. And he did. Standing up and weaving his way through the tables to sit across from you. “What?” He had about thirty seconds before you lost interest. You hoped he would use them wisely. “Who is this face that I now see? This person appears new to me.” Rhyming. Fucking rhyming. Not the strangest thing but it would definitely infuriate you sooner rather than later. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Not so much new as hidden away for a while. But I’m back.” You saw no reason to end the conversation yet. Fear is all well and good, but having no one to talk to would get old soon, and he was better than nothing. “And you are?” “Jervis Tetch is my name. And may I enquire, what is your game?” “Look, is the rhyming permanent?” You had to know now before you got any deeper into this. He leaned back, looking slightly dismayed. “Not at all. I just enjoy it.” You smiled a little, and he copied you – when he wasn’t rhyming, he could almost be charming. Now that you could focus on him more, you looked him over. He had dark hair that hung in waves to his shoulders and a slight goatee. And his eyes… Just brown, simple, boring brown, but there was something about them, an intensity, a chaos, that drew you in. “Somehow not the weirdest quirk in here,” You sighed, leaning onto the table and looking away for a brief second, not wanting to lose your awareness of who was around you. When you looked back he was an inch from your face. You jumped away and he laughed, a joyous laugh that was somehow infectious despite the fact that it was aimed at you. “Look, rules here: don’t bother asking me about my past – I don’t wanna talk about it. And I’ll do the same with you. We’re all just crazies in here, the specifics don’t matter. And if we’re friends, we help each other? Alright?” He nods, smiling unabashedly at you. “Alright. Now, I’m tired, so shush.” You picked up a newspaper that had been left on the table and started to read. Meanwhile, Jervis just kept watching.

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It was late – maybe one in the morning, but you couldn’t be sure. Regardless, the asylum was deadly silent. Quiet enough for the clicking of the lock in your cell door to sound deafening. It seemed to echo around the cell, though logically you knew it was barely audible. The creak of hinges was even worse as you slipped through the door. You were going stir-crazy in there; a walk would help. Distract you from the constant turning of your brain. The floor was cold under your bare feet as you padded silently past the countless rows of cells, through the empty corridors. Not a guard in sight.

It wasn’t long before you heard yelling. Not an unusual occurrence in Arkham, but this wasn’t the ordinary mindless screams of the insane; rather it was shouting. Four voices – all men. Always the men causing trouble. Not to generalise or anything.

You followed the sounds, curious. They lead you to a dead-end where your new friend Jervis was crouched on the floor in front of three men – you recognised their faces, but couldn’t find any names. Jervis’s face and hands were bloody, bruised, battered. Time to join in the fun. “Heya boys!” You called out, drawing their attention. Jervis giggled in glee at the sight of you. He didn’t seem to notice how injured he was. Or maybe he just didn’t care. “I really hope you have a good reason for this. Cause otherwise I might have to actually do something about it, and that would be a lot of effort.” “Try worrying about yourself, (Y/L/N). Don’t want you getting in any more trouble,” The tallest of the men spat at you. “How nice of you to be concerned about my wellbeing,” You mocked, “And how nice to know my reputation still stands.” “You know what would be nice?” This was said by a squirrelly man who was wringing his hands. “If you would back off and mind your own business.” You sighed, resting a hand on your hip and watching the group with your head tilted. You could feel Jervis watching you. “You see, boys, I really can’t do that. Cause that’s my friend you’ve got there.” “Him? Your friend?” The tall man laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Looks like solitary made you soft, (Y/L/N).”

That was the last straw. You chuckled, smiling sweetly, and taking a few gentle steps towards. “I suppose it might have. But I think the more likely option is,” You stopped in front of him and raised yourself on the tips of your toes to whisper in his ear, “It just pissed me off.”

You let the shiv hidden inside your sleeve slide out and slashed it across his throat. A clean, sharp cut. He didn’t even have time to scream, barely gurgling as blood flowed from his neck and lips, as he choked on his own life force. The other two jumped forward, not smart enough or sane enough to run. You got one in the side with the tiny blade but the other grabbed your arms. You hoped Jervis had gotten out of the way. His grip was tight on you, the pain making your hand open. When he realised the blade was gone he let go and moved to grab your throat. You took the opportunity to wrench yourself away, kicking his legs out from under him. You straddled his waist and grabbed his head. The terror on his face gave him away. You used all your strength to force his skull into the cold concrete again and again, spraying your face with blood and gore until he was dead. You could hear whimpering. The second guy, the one who you had spent the least time on, was clinging his side, clothes stained with blood, and struggling to crawl away one-handed. You tutted at him. It was easy to stand, cross to his side, picking your knife up on the way, and finish off the job. Surveying the scene, the three dead, you sighed at the mess. Poor cleaners. “Jervis?” You called into the sudden silence. “I’m right here.” You turned and found him leaning against the wall, grinning again. “Seems to have been quite a bit of trouble, my dear.” “Not sure that counts as a rhyme,” You chuckled. He shrugged almost guiltily. “I tried.” He came closer to you, eyes tracing your body. You followed his gaze and smirked at the blood staining the white and black uniform. “We seem to make quite the team. Maybe, almost, a dream?” “Please stop rhyming.” You turned to leave, not wanting to get caught when the guards inevitably started doing their jobs, and Jervis followed. “And sure, if “team” means people beat you up and then I kill them.” “A good point. But I’m sure we could be rather devastating together.” You looked at him, looked at his excited smile. “We’ll see.”

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