#then JERVIS knocks him out

[twasbrillig71]

i know this is a jervis account but i just watched the long halloween movie and

he is my babygirl

and he's such a passenger princess

[i-smoke-chapstick]

all i can think of are gotham villians that would 100% get incredibly possessive, pissy, and pouty when they have a dream of Y/N cheating on them.

Oswald? Yeah. He’s waking up in a cold sweat, drinking himself into a hangover with lots of insecure thoughts, before being very standoffish the next day with you, maybe even a little mean. More irritated then usual. You can either wait it out for him to calm down and realize he’s being silly or he’ll get hyper attentive to every move you make and accuse you of ACTUALLY cheating 😭 knock some sense into this man pls. superstitious and paranoid bird man thinks it’s a sign.

Jerome. Unlike Oswald, he will surprisingly gently wake up in the middle of the night. Theres no cold sweat or jolting awake, he just opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes….before settling on VIOLENTLY shaking you awake. You’ll be half asleep, and youll have to listen to him rant into the next day about how dream you is a total sleeze. You’ll be able to go back to sleep though, since his ranting is pretty much white noise. Despite this, he’s inwardly pouting. Will be passive aggressive the next day.

Jervis!!! He wakes up with a start and cannot erase the thought of someone else touching you. Makes him violently ill. Will polietly excuse himself from bed (Jervis, reader is asleep, they cant hear you) and will either throw up or just start tweaking. Won’t be able to fall back to sleep. The next day expect some eerily calm smiles and EXTRA affectionate doting, just incase you think you arent getting enough attention at home with him. which is where you belong.

they are all delusional. i love them sm

[rae-raewrites]

Would you do the dork squad with a reader who's insecure about their intelligence? A big thanks if you do want to write bout this lol ur writing is great btw

Absolutely my dear! Imma do bras first this one because I be feelin some animated boys

BTAS riddler,scarecrow and mad hatter with a s/o who’s insecure about their intelligence

Riddler

Oh.

Oh sweetie

This man genuinely lets out as gasp and has to stop for a second.

He partially can’t fathom it because,you’re dating him? He only goes for the best of course

But then he also realizes ah,no wait he’s the smartest man in the world and self humbles himself really quick

“Dear I simply wouldn’t have you as a partner if I thought you weren’t intelligent!”

He starts getting “stuck” on a few of his more harmless riddles,genuinely challenging to you but something he figured out when he first saw them

A bit of positive assurance goes a long way,turns out PDA has a use for other things outside of intimacy

Scarecrow

It hits especially hard for him due to his past of being a teacher

A truly intelligent person is knocked down by those beneath them then forced to let those feelings simmer

But with him? It’s a different story

“Well for starters you see the appeal of my work so your a cut above most I’ll say”

He knows he has to give you some confidence so he goes to what he knows best:chemistry.

And it goes hard

This man practically has you working on the most complex stuff ever but because he knows you can do it

You thought you’d be making the safest compounds in the world? Oh dear naive one

And he’s swooning over you the entire time

Mad hatter

This also hits him personally with his background in neuroscience

“Oh now dear you’re intelligent as they come!”

He’s gushing over you now,I don’t make the rules

He even teaches you about his cards! Theres a feather in your cap for some intelligence

Mind your this is all happening while he’s still gushing about you and how smart you are because jervis is big on words of affirmation

[starleska]

barges in/ WHAT ABOUT BTAS JERVIS X READER?

OWO

why, thank you for asking 😉 i've had this persistent concept knocking around my brain wherein Jervis earnestly tries to move past his devotion for Alice...only to tumble straight back down into obsession when he meets You 😳

Jervis Tetch x Reader First Meeting headcanons

🎩 although it pains him to admit it, the years of unrequited love have taken their toll on Jervis. his Alice is long gone—departed from Gotham with her now-husband (filthy brute), with a new name and her hair dyed a mousey brown. as far as he can tell, she's dropped off the map entirely, and it's been nearly a year since he last caught any trace of her. months in yet another cold, lonely stint at Arkham leave his soul more empty than ever before...and he decides, one lovelorn night, that such suffering should not befall a gentleman. although the thought sickens him, Jervis resolves that when he gets out, he is going to make a fresh start...even just for a while.

🎩 when finally he next escapes (his technology being instrumental in a jailbreak largely orchestrated by the other rogues, of course—no need for him to do their dirty work), Jervis makes good on his promise and leaves Gotham for a few cities over. he travels in civilian clothes and fights the urge to wear any sort of hat, fearing that even a simple cap could betray his identity. yet the experiment is a success. within days he has sequestered himself in an unassuming little apartment, and even ventured out to speak with a neighbour or two, none of whom recognise him as The Mad Hatter. it's a queer feeling, not seeing fear reflected in the eyes of those around him...and it gives him a quiet thrill which makes him forget himself, leaving Jervis grinning far too wide.

🎩 still, Jervis is a man with certain compulsions. he's partial to an afternoon walk, and at 3 o'clock exactly makes his way out into his new city, looking for nothing in particular and simply enjoying air without walls. however, he soon comes across a quaint little teashop, its sign scrawled in a delightful Shakespearean font and the windows ringed with English ivy. "How serendipitous," Jervis murmurs to himself. "I shan't pass up an opportunity such as this...after all, you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling!"

🎩 Jervis orders his usual beverage without incident and takes a seat which gives him an excellent view of the whole teashop. his discerning blue eyes scan the room, but it isn't until he's cleared half the customers that he realises he was searching for a glimpse of Alice's golden hair. Jervis sighs, and takes a long, sad sip of his tea—only to splutter when he spots You in the corner of the room. You are tucked up with your legs crossed, your nose buried in a book. there's a little half-smile on your face, and Jervis watches with interest as you chuckle at something you read. he stares at You and the book, and an icy chill of recognition works its way down his spine.

🎩 before he can stop himself, Jervis abandons his tea and makes his way over to You. for a full minute he looms over You quite unnoticed, so absorbed You are by your book. after quietly clearing his throat does not catch your attention, Jervis opts to take the direct approach. "Excuse me, my dear." You look up, curious. Jervis smiles with all his teeth—too bright, too intense. "I do hope you'll forgive my impudence, interrupting you on a fine day such as this. But may I ask...what are you reading?"

🎩 "Oh!" You say with a giggle. You turn the book towards Jervis, revealing the cover. "I'm reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. It's my favourite story."

[amomentsescape]

Hello :) please may I request a extra fluffy Jervis Tetch x reader one shot with reader being obsessed with Alice in Wonderland and their outfits are nearly always influenced by it and the characters? ❤️🥰

Alice and the Hatter

Jervis Tetch x Reader

Summary: Jervis only wants to fuel Reader's love for Alice in Wonderland by showing them just how much they care.

Warnings: Mentions of Reader wearing a dress, mentions of past judgment towards Reader (not from Jervis)

Word Count: 1,089

A/N: This sounds like the perfect match for Jervis!

"Darling, I am growing rather impatient out here."

You tried to stifle your giggle behind your hand.

Jervis always had a hard time waiting to see you in your newest outfits. If it were up to him, he'd be in that fitting room with you right now, helping you into the silk dress.

But you enjoyed torturing him just a bit. Making him wait to see the full outfit with the shoes, jewelry, and other accessories always filled you with a sense of excitement. Jervis always praised you and made you feel so warm, making it impossible to not crave it every time.

Unfortunately, you weren't always met with such positivity in the past.

Your love for Alice in Wonderland started back when you were a child, having fell in love with the novel right away. And when you watched the Disney film, it only solidified that passion for you.

Your friends and family thought it was sweet that you found something you loved so much. But as you got older, they began to make remarks about it being childish and odd.

You were an adult now; you were supposed to like adult things.

This caused you to feel judged in a way that almost made you stop your obsession altogether. But meeting Jervis quite literally flipped the switch for you.

You've never met anyone in your life who accepted you and supported you as much as he did. You swore that you could wrap a plastic bag around your legs and he'd say that you were absolutely stunning.

And loving Alice in Wonderland only fueled that connection between you two.

The first moment he looked at you, wearing a light blue top and white pants with your hair styled softly, his eyes went wide. You'll never forget how he looked at you that day.

It was scary, falling in love with one of Gotham's most notorious criminals. But Jervis was willing to prove to you just how much you meant to him in every way.

Impromptu trips to the store to get you any clothing item or piece of jewelry your heart desired, waking up to the smell of freshly baked cakes for a tea party later, and even gentle massages with words of praise were all things Jervis regularly spoiled you with.

Of course, not all of these adventures were easy-going. There was a part of Jervis that liked being a criminal. He often stole from stores if he saw something he thought was perfect for you. And Jervis would not hesitate to discard lives like trash if it meant doing something that would make you happy.

It was scary at times, but you and Jervis were one and the same. There's a part of you that also enjoyed the thrill.

With that being said, you still loved the down time you both would share instead too.

Every night, he'd ask you to read to him from the Alice in Wonderland novel, staring up contently at you.

He was just as loving behind doors as he was out in public. He always said you were his muse, and Jervis had a way of making you believe it.

You finally met someone who loved the book and fantasy world as much as you did. It honestly felt like a match made in heaven.

Jervis pulled you from these thoughts with a soft knock on the fitting room door.

"Darling, please don't make me wait any longer. I am dying to see you."

The slight rasp in his voice had you melting.

You took one last look in the mirror and pulled open the door, meeting Jervis's relieved face.

His eyes widened a bit as he took you in, a growing smile spreading across his lips.

You had found the perfect dress at this store. A baby blue silk dress with a white sash fit wonderfully across your waist. The material stopped right at your knees and flared out a bit, accentuating your figure beautifully.

You had even found a pair of black heels that fit perfectly with the dress. You felt like a princess, like you were in your own wonderland.

Jervis took your hands in his and pulled you close to him, his eyes lifting to meet yours.

"You are the most remarkable person I have ever met," he spoke softly, lifting your right hand to his lips.

Even after all of this time together, you still couldn't help but flush at his words.

He raised your arm up and made you do a little spin so he could get a better look at your outfit.

"I feel like I look just like her," you remarked, referring to the character you adored so much.

He chuckled a bit. "I would say even better."

He took a couple steps back and admired you some more, making you feel a little shy once again.

"I think you're missing something, however."

You tilted your head in confusion at this.

"What?" you asked softly.

It was then that Jervis pulled out a small black box, handing it to you.

"For you, my love."

You could feel the smile that graced your features stretch even more as you took the box and began to undo the elegant ribbon wrapped around it.

Once the lid was off, your eyes were immediately fixed at the glittering sight before you.

In the box sat an antique necklace, the pendant being a small clock that was ticking along with the seconds.

You could feel your jaw drop open at its beauty. Out of all the accessories and clothes Jervis has gotten you, this really took the cake. You had always rambled on and on about finding something like this, and now seeing it right in front of you only proved to you that this was the perfect choice. There was no way you were ever going to take this off once it was on.

"Jervis..." you whispered, still completely in awe.

"It took me ages to find it," he responded just as quietly.

You gently traced your finger along the gold exterior, relishing in how the cool metal felt against your skin.

"I love you," was all you could get out.

There was not another thought in your mind other than this.

You looked up at him and found him still gazing at you, his eyes a bit glassy.

"As do I love you."

He pressed a warm kiss to your lips, only pulling away to help clasp the exquisite piece of jewelry around your neck.

As you played with the little clock hanging against your chest, Jervis was already leading you out of the store, ready to start the surprise date night he had planned.

[president-alpine]

Some doodles for a story idea for my Jervis that I’m playing around with

Below is the full idea that I got

So, I had this this idea that my Jervis falls out of love with Alice

Where during a confrontation inside of a factory between him Alice, and her new husband, Alice’s husband knocks out Jervis with a shovel and he takes a fall from the balcony they’re on

He survives, thankfully something was able to cushion his fall, but is knocked unconscious

But Alice and her husband don’t know that and they panic that they just killed Jervis

They try to check on him but the factory is unfortunately the Scarecrow’s hideout and he appears to scare them off

Though Jonathan does take pity on Jervis and nurses him back to health, though he does try to rationalize that “Oh! Alice didn’t mean to leave me behind! She would be right outside to help me!”

And then he sees her driving away with her husband

This SHATTERS his heart and Jonathan, being the weird crow man he is, offers to help Jervis out and commit crimes together

Then what happens is the start a beautiful yet terrifying friendship and Jonathan gives Jervis a much needed self reflection on if he needs Alice

Though, once Alice and her husband find out that Jervis is alive and okay, the reunion is going to be painful

This is the idea! :D

[ysomtt]

🐰JERVIS TETCH🐰 GOTHAM CENTRAL MEETING THE KIDS HEADCANONS

A/N: Hey there! I've had this idea in my head for the past 2 days so I hope you like it! Also, I'm afraid the fanfic curse has reached me, I've just started posting my work and I chopped a piece of my finger of. Nothing major but still hurts a lot!

OK, robotics, not really your area of expertise...

But Jervis was so excited to introduce you to the kids and you love seeing him excited...

When you knock on the door you realize "well, there is no going back..."

The Landlady could be a bit more welcoming, its like you can feel the daggers she is throwing at your back

The things you do for that man...

And lord have mercy, if you thought you were a nerd get ready because those kids are something else...

It's like you've stepped into a Big Bang Theory episode

Bit they are nice

It will take a bit to remember their names bit you got the gist of it: Connie was the girl with the red hair, Dennis was the tall one and Dustin was the glasses one.

They were very welcoming but very curious too...

After the presentations were over they just delft into questions about your relationship making Jervis get so red in the face you thought he would explode!

Connie was the most curious one, but she was sweet calling everything you said romantic and having a dreaming face

After all three had time to ask questions Jervis was quick to divert the conversation into what really matters, the close approach of the Science Fair!

And how those kids were excited! It was like they were vibrating on the spot!

Well, you tried to help but even the easiest of tasks were a bit to complicated for you, but they were as excited to teach you!

After hours of wires and motherboards the Landlady interrupted the lesson to remind you that it was getting too late for kids to be out in the streets (and may have implied that it was late for you to be at her house too)

And that marked the end of your stay, it was quite successful if I do say so myself!

After the proper goodbyes it was just you and Jervis on the street

His face was red but he had a pleasant smile on

As you give his kiss goodbye you could swear you saw a little red hair on the window spying on you...

[finniestoncrane]

12 Days of Kinkmas • Day 10: Cuckold - General!Hatter x GN!Reader request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist • dividers minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: cum play, cuckoldery, sex with a stranger

Laying on the bed, you watched as the backside of the figure, the stranger invited over for one purpose only, leave the room to get dressed. Once he was gone, you smiled, a slight hint of cruelty lingering there at the corner of your mouth as you called out.

“Jervis, sweetheart. It’s not wrapped, but I have a little present for you.”

He stepped through the door not a moment later, making it painfully obvious that he had been standing and listening to, or even watching, your earlier dalliance with the stranger he had picked out. When you both had first discussed the idea of having someone else service you, Jervis had been unsure about whether he would rather give you privacy, or watch the entire thing, and he’d clearly made that decision at the last minute. Whatever point he had begun to watch, you weren’t sure, since you were otherwise distracted.

As he stood patiently at the side of the bed, you looked to him, eyes half-lidded, still catching your breath after your intense session with your esteemed guest for the evening. He was wearing nothing, except for his top hat, a bowtie around his bare neck, and a nervous smile. He tried his hardest to hide his arousal, but his cock bobbed and twitched as his eyes passed over your body, laying in repose, slick and sweaty.

“It’s also late, I guess… but it’s still the season of giving. So please, enjoy.”

Gesturing to your body, you pointed out the spattering of cum on your abdomen, uneven splotches and lines of the warm, sticky liquid painting your body. Licking at his lips, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how desperate he was to partake, Jervis let his body fall to the bed, his top hat knocked askew as he landed on the mattress. You straightened it up as he lowered his head, his chin resting on your stomach as he glanced to you, whining in excitement when you nodded your approval.

Pressing his tongue out, a soft whimper escaped his throat as he tasted the first tang of the stranger’s cum against your hot, exhausted body. Entirely too fucked out to make any efforts, you lay there, completely still, letting his clean you up, fulfilling his duties.

“I hope you’re grateful for this, it’s the only gift I have for you this year.”

Briefly distracted from the task in front of him, he spoke.

“It’s exactly what I wanted, thank you.”

[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Jervis Tetch

A brilliant and eccentric neurologist, Jervis Tetch worked in the experimental medicine division of Wayne Enterprises.  He was assigned to explore means of strengthening the brain to fight off neurological diseases, yet found himself developing technology that would not strengthen the mind but rather enslave it. Using a series of electric antennae and receivers, he succeeded in controlling the behaviors of a group of lab rats.  He manipulated their actions through a broadcaster band fastened around his forehead.  With a stronger circuit, Tetch was certain that this same process would work on humans; that he could control people to bend to his will.  

Desperately lonely, Tetch was in love with a secretary at the office named Alice.  She looked just like the titular character of he most favorite book, Alice in Wonderland and was a sweet, innocent and kind young woman.  Tetch succeeded in augmenting his mind-controlling technology and considered using it to force Alice to love him back… and yet he wanted her as a partner not a slave.  

When Alice’s boyfriend broke things off, Tetch seized on the opportunity to sweep her off her feet.  Donning a costume, he dressed himself as Alice in Wonderland's Mad Hatter. Armed with his mind control technology (which he had imprinted on to circuit cards encoded with the Hatter's signature 10/6 logo), Tetch took Alice out on the town, creating the illusion that he was a celebrity, respected all about Gotham City.

Although the night went quite well, Alice saw his actions as merely the kindness of a good friend. And when Billy apologized and subsequently proposed to her, Alice happily accepted.

Tetch became unhinged upon hearing of Alice's engagement.  If he could not have Alice as his companion then he would have her as his pawn.  He became The Mad Hatter and used his circuit cards to enslave Alice and a group of others, taking over the story-book land area of Gotham Park as his makeshift kingdom.  

Batman interceded, fighting off the enslaved minions the Hatter threw at him.  The broadcaster band that Tetch used to control his pawns was fastened into the brim of his hat.  When Batman knocked this hat off, the pawns all regained their senses and The Mad Hatter was defeated.  Alice and the others were freed and Tetch was sentenced to Arkham Asylum.

It would not be the last time The Dark Knight would go up against The Mad Hatter. Indeed the villain would return on numerous occasions, becoming one of Batman's most formidable of foes.

The great Roddy McDowall provided the voice for Jarvis Tetch/The Mad Hatter, with the villain first appearing in the twenty-seventh episode of the first season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘Mad as a Hatter.’

[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?

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: No real explanation for this, it’s just a super, super self-indulgent piece for me to do a character deep dive into Jervis Tetch. Don’t mind me! Lol. I was stuck between doing this with either Arkhamverse or BTAS Jervis(pls request btas jervis i only have one idea for him and its meh to me rip), but decided to just do a general overall version of him. I bring up a lot of familiar character beats and woes so this can really fit most Jervi anyway. There’s a hint of smut but nothing crazy, cause it’s not entirely what it’s about. 

and I guess a wee late b-day gift for @mischievous-marchie they’re mostly to blame for this anyway given the few deep discussions we’ve had in general lmao. 

Trigger Warnings: depressive and anxious thoughts, venting, explicit sexual content (handjobs all about Jervis here sorry not sorry), mentions of violence and criminal acts, and strong language

Word Count: 3.4 k

General Mad Hatter x Reader - Love and Suds

One of the most dangerous places for anyone to go is the deep recesses of their own brain. 

People often spend many years trying to repress their horrid anxious inducing memories of their shortcomings. 

Jervis found himself lamenting his very life, in the cold solitude of his tiny living room in his tiny apartment. 

On his lucid days, he's aware…he's there in reality, painfully aware of everything; past and present.  

Jervis sees what he's done, and it shudders his whole body in shame. He doesn't mean to hurt anyone. He doesn't mean to take away their free will…well most of them anyhow. 

It's just how else can he be noticed? Be respected and be shown an iota of love? That's all anyone really needs right? That's all everyone wants. 

Suffice it to say, people want things from Jervis…they want them all the time. But never the man himself.

Fellow rogues and evil masterminds constantly come to steal or bargain for a smidgen of his technology. 

He hates to admit the times he agreed to such dealings, whether it was for the money or just a shot at actually developing some kind of alliance.

Only for it all to be spit back in his face. Nobody wanted Jervis the person…just the genius and what he could provide. 

No, Jervis was always too freakish, too awkward, too…creepy to some. 

Jervis could feel the walls slowly caving in on himself. 

All his atrocities from his raging escapades to find companionship only to find someone wasn't the one or only to be taken for a fool and used all this time. 

Which caused him to lash out in the most violent ways…

All the times he was used, chewed on and spit back out, no longer of use to them or anyone really. 

His fingers raked through his hair. Nails scratching at his scalp, fingertips pulling at his hair strands. 

He just wanted to make his Wonderland a reality. He wanted to find happiness in reality but it just wasn't possible so he had to resort to desperate…horrible…measures. 

"Didn't want to…I didn't want to…wanted company, wanted to feel loved, respected…h-h-heard…" 

Heard…heard..what's that noise?

Someone was knocking at his door.

Jervis blinked rapidly. Trying to come back into the external after spiraling into his internal conflicts. 

Who could it be? He debated just staying quiet and staying put and continuing his downward spiral. 

Yet, much like Alice of old, he was curious. 

Jervis slowly, almost reluctantly approached the door. He looked through the peephole. 

Oh, it was you. What're you doing here?

"Jervis? Are you there? I haven't heard from you…" 

Guilt welled up in his gut like bile in his throat he wanted to puke. In all his damning thoughts, you were completely void of them. Probably because you're one of the only few people in the whole world that seemed genuine. 

You…actually seemed to like him for him. Something so rare there were many days Jervis found it hard to believe you existed. 

Yet, he knew he didn't have any chips on you. Jervis has looked you over a time or two to ensure he didn’t plant one on your during any of his stupors. 

There you were though. You were a free roaming person…that willingly came to see him. 

Jervis slowly unlocked the door and was greeted by your bright relieved smile. 

"Oh my god, Jervis you're okay! I-I haven't heard from you. You haven't invited me over in awhile…umm, can I come in?" 

Back in Jervis' days before his Mad Hatter escapades, you were the only one that showed him any friendly camaraderie. 

You, of course, being the only one wasn't enough to prevent Jervis from succumbing to his last resort for more connections and more semblance of respect he lacked. 

Many times, Batman and the psychiatrists at Arkham called upon you to help him, but it was like talking to a bunch of brick walls when they asked for your opinion. 

Jervis nodded and stepped to the side and let you in. 

You looked around at the clear disarray of his living room. Blankets and comforters were scattered on the couch and floor. Lamp shades torn off. Cups and saucers littered and stacked on the table and floor. 

You hung your bag up by the door and took off your shoes, before looking back over to Jervis. 

He had definitely seen better days as well. 

His hair was coated in grease, his face sweaty and paler than usual. He looked like he had been wearing the same forest green bathrobe for days if not weeks. 

Jervis was rocking on the heels of his feet as he let you take in the outer representation of his inner turmoil and depression. 

"I…um…" Jervis tried to speak up. His heart cracked as you waited on him to continue with sincere ears. 

"Wasn't planning on having company…" He scratched behind his ear, nervously. 

"It's okay, I did pop in unannounced but…I was worried–" You began to explain your motive but was cut off. 

"Why? W-why bother…" 

You quirk your eyebrow at him for a moment. "Because I care about you…I know I haven't been around much and I feel guilty for it but I just wanted-"

"Don't waste your time or breath on me…I'm far from forgiveness and beyond help…"

You walked over and attempted to grab his hands in yours. "Jervis, that's not true, who told you that?" 

Jervis looked down at his feet, as his hands rested in yours but didn't return your endearing grip. 

You had a tight smile as Jervis decided to stop responding to you. He tended to shut down when words became too much, swirling in his head between the rhymes, his thoughts, and what he wishes to say. 

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry it took me so long to come back." 

You started running some water into the bathtub. Occasionally putting your hand through the water until it was warm enough to start filling the tub.

Jervis was still in the living room. Too exhausted to really argue with you to leave him be. Plus deep down he supposes he was glad to see you, before things got too dark again. 

"Hey, Jervy!" 

His heart skipped a beat, you hadn't called him that in…years. 

He turned his head down the corridor and saw your head sticking out of the bathroom. 

"I ran you a warm bath, you don't have to wash or anything, just relax, yeah? I'll pick up a little in the living room in the meantime…" You offered. 

You, you did what? You're going to do that? 

Panic softly set in, he knows this feeling. 

Something he's always felt for you, but reserved it. Pushed it down. Not wanting to hurt you after so long…or worse, like he did to most…

He hopped off the couch and made his way to the bathroom. Your smile almost made him smile back in return. 

"Just take it easy, I'll be back in a bit with a change of clothes. Just yell for me if you need anything." You pat him on the shoulder, before closing the door and you start cleaning up the living room. 

Jervis had to admit, it did feel nice being in here. The water felt like an engulfing warm hug, slowly rinsing off the grime, sweat, and dirt off his skin. The warm water caused his skin to redden a soft pink. 

His swarming thoughts from before still lingered but they were much fuzzier. Hidden behind some weird mental fog. 

The weight remained however as he fought on how to conduct himself with you. He could hear you moving around just outside the door. The clinking of dishes, the roaring of a vacuum. 

A knocking sound broke him once again from his reverie. 

"Are you doing okay, Jervy?" 

No response. Jervis tried to move his mouth and conduct words but nothing came out. 

"I'm coming in, okay? So…hide yourself." You chuckled softly. 

You entered the bathroom and were happy to see he at least got into the tub. You wanted to ask how he was, but felt it would fall on deaf ears. You set his change of clothes by the bathroom door. 

"Here, you don't need to do anything, but…" You walked over to the side of the tub, making Jervis slightly jump. 

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, but, we gotta do something with this hair, okay? Will you let me wash it?" 

Jervis hated to admit it but that sounded splendid right now. He was sick of his hair sticking to his face and being everywhere. He nodded. 

You smiled brightly, excited for the positive response. "Thank you, I promise I'll be gentle."

"N-no…uh…thank you…" Jervis mumbled. 

"Don't mention it. I just wish I got here sooner. Looks like you had tea parties without me." You joked, giggling softly. 

He softly mustered an amused scoff in return. You were always one to entertain his Wonderland fixation. You didn't question it or ridicule it. You understood and encouraged it. Even made a claim to being The March Hare (or The Dormouse on days when you were particularly sleepy and longed for a nap.)

You got behind Jervis' head with the bottle of shampoo and conditioner by your side and a couple of rags. You put a generous amount of shampoo in your hand and began scrubbing his strands. 

The contact was really nice and felt amazing. Better than all the beatings from Batman or the Arkham Asylum wards he was used too. 

He almost whined when you stopped. "Jervis…I'm gonna need you to breathe for me, okay?"

Jervis didn't even realize he was holding in his breath as you scrubbed his scalp. After a moment he slowly exhaled and began breathing in and out. You continued washing and rinsing his hair before repeating the process with conditioner. 

You two sat in comfortable silence with the occasional sloshing of water whenever you had to rinse Jervis' hair. 

The swelling panic deep in Jervis' gut was throbbing at this point…along with something else. 

You weren't under his mind control. 

You were still your own being. How were you so nice? You know better than anyone what he's capable of, but you choose to come anyway and you chose to stay. No matter how much distance he tried to keep from you so he didn't result in his usual…antics. 

There was no denying his feelings for you anymore, in this vulnerable and intimate state. He loves and adores you. His only friend, his March Hare…he just didn't know how to respond or react…how they say…appropriately. 

"Y-you don't have to stay here any longer. You're free to leave." Jervis came back up from rinsing the rest of the conditioner out of his hair. 

"Jervis…if you want me to go. I can, but I don't want to. I've missed you and I wanna help you." Your hands were still on either side of him in the water. 

"Why? Why do you wanna stay? Knowing very well what I can do…what I do to…what I've done." 

You took your hand out of the water and cupped his chin in the palm of your hand so he could look at you.

"Jervis, I've known you for a decade…and you've never not once offered or tricked me with any mind control whatsoever. And you want to know why?" 

Jervis nodded, but you still answered anyway. 

"Because you don't need to. You know you don't need to. And you never will need too. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to explain that to that dark dingus." You rolled your eyes at the mention of Batman. 

You could count on both hands and then some the nights that Batman was literally breaking and entering into your home to ask about Jervis and what made you special. 

It's because you were fucking kind to him. You liked Jervis. He's quirky, intelligent, and can be kind but you could only be so kind anymore after the world kicked you down so many times. 

You wondered just how small Batman's so-called "rogues gallery" would be if people were kinder to others and didn't seek to take advantage of other human beings. 

It saddened you immensely to see him go down the path he did when there was no way for you to interfere but you couldn't say it surprised you either. 

You looked back into his eyes, your hands moving from his chin to his cheek. "I'm aware of your past…transgressions. Your m/o but I'm not scared or worried. I do mean it, and you can quote that it's actually me…" 

You turned and rotated your head around to show the lack of headgear, microchips, and any other cranium influences. 

"...I care…no…I do love you Jervis Tetch. I'm not going anywhere…not anytime soon." 

There was a beat of silence as Jervis took in what you said.

You saw his lower lip start quivering as they fought to speak or keep in the growing pressure in his eyes and throat to cry. 

You smiled softly, and with zero care for getting wet; you wrapped your arms around him and embraced him. 

It took a minute but he slowly returned the gesture. You could feel him press his fingers down into your lower back and his arms tighten around you. 

"T-thank you…" He whispered softly in between sniffles. 

"Don't mention it." You let him go and sink back into the tub only to realize you're just as soaked as well.

You couldn't help but laugh as Jervis looked at you nervously when he realized he had gotten you wet. 

"It's okay. It'll dry, I figured it was a good idea to pack an overnight bag." You chuckled. 

Jervis felt guilty now, not for any reasons before, but for the way he kept stealing glances at your skin that was see through the wet white shirt. 

"Do you think you can clean yourself while I go change?" 

He could, he absolutely could. He wasn't a child. But damn it if he wasn't just the tiniest bit selfish for your touch and attention now. He didn't want you to get away. 

As if you possessed mind powers of your own, you jokingly rolled your eyes. "Okay, okay, I'll just finish what I started and then change, how is that?" 

You laughed in disbelief as for the first time that night Jervis actually gave you one of his signature giddy grins and an encouraging nod. 

You got back down on your knees beside the tub and grabbed one of the rags and lathered it with soap. 

Before you began washing his body, you playfully plopped the rag onto his face, causing you both to laugh. You did take the chance to clean his face and head but being mindful of his eyes. 

You were relieved to see Jervis start feeling better but it was even more satisfying to feel the tension in his neck and shoulders finally disappear. He was actually relaxed and loose. 

When you got lower under the water however, something stood at attention that you didn't think about and Jervis forgot to mention. 

Jervis gasped as you got closer to his groin and grabbed your wrist. "I-I can take it from here-I…I'm sorry." He ruined it. His one chance of true companionship was dashed because of stupid primal responses and desires.

"It's fine, Jervy, really." It really was fine, you didn't mind one bit. You were kind of flattered more than anything. 

"Y-You mean you don't mind?" 

You shook your head, "not at all, in fact if you allow me too…" 

Jervis gulped. He would love it if you did, actually. You caused it after all. 

"Y-yes, please." 

You leaned in and kissed his temple as your hands dove back into the water. You let your hand trail up his leg, occasionally groping his thigh as you got closer to his cock. 

Jervis gasped when your hand finally gripped the base of his cock. You slowly began stroking and tugging at the base, just to start the pace slow. With every pump you went higher and higher up until you finally got to the head. 

Jervis was a flushed red panting mess as you continued your gentle but steady strokes, occasionally squeezing his head in a way that made him whimper louder. 

Above the water's surface, you continued to peck sweet, endearing kisses along his face. His forehead, temple, cheek, nose. Everywhere he was comfortable with for now. 

You were still somewhat shaky from your confession and Jervis' lack of reciprocating or response of one, but you knew he would say it when he’s ready in due time. The fact he’s letting you stay, treat him, and “help” him…that was enough. 

You began picking up the pace, with faster and tighter strokes from his base to the tip. You saw Jervis slightly convulsing and his breathing became more raggedy and heavy. You were so focused on getting him to the precipice of pleasure that you almost didn’t feel his hand come up to your cheek. 

“C-can I…can we…k-kiss?” He managed through his groans and whimpers. 

The elation you felt as you happily leaned in and pressed your lips gently with Jervis’. You felt the quick intake of air through his nostrils. Your lips vibrated slightly as he groaned into your lips, before sighing contently. When you pulled back and broke the kiss, you smiled at the look of pure bliss on his face. 

A complete opposite of the stern, tensed forlorn expression he had when you first walked into the door. 

You removed your hand from the tub and got up and began actually drying off your hands and arms.

Jervis was about to finally get out of the water that has already gone cold a long time ago, but was taken aback by your next actions.  

Without so much as a second thought you removed your top and bottoms right there in front of him and changed into the light blue puffy shirt that he was supposed to change into. 

You didn’t notice how you absolutely stunted the neuroscientist as you quickly made your way out of the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back with a change of clothes for you!” 

When the door shut and you left. Jervis was left alone again, to really let it all sink in what just transpired. 

The way his heart was skipping beats but with love and elation more so than anxiety and guilt. The smile on his face wasn’t turned up, crooked and mad. It was natural and it felt nice for once. 

Jervis quickly got out before you could shock him again and began drying himself off. His back was towards the door as you opened it with a fresh shirt, pants, and underwear. You slowly crept behind him and put your hands over his eyes. 

Jervis gasped slightly from the shock, before chuckling at your playfulness. 

“Guess who?” You whispered sing-songy in his ear. 

“Hmm…oh is it the Cheshire Cat? The Carpenter? Or-or the Walrus?”

You laughed softly. “Nope, I’m actually invited to the Tea Party.” 

“Dormy?” 

You shrugged. “On my more sleepy days, absolutely.”

“Oh, I know.” Jervis reached up and grabbed your hands and removed them from his eyes. He turns around and smiles at you. “It’s my darling March Hare.”

“But of course.” You smiled as you pulled him into your arms. You gave him a kiss on his nose and reluctantly let him go. 

“I’ll let you get dressed, its not too late and I doubt you’ve eaten anything. I’ll make something quick and then we can head to bed, how does that sound?” You opened the door, about to head to the kitchen. 

Jervis smiled widely, beaming with happiness and love he hasn’t felt in such a long time. “That sounds splendid, my dear.” 

“Perfect! See you soon!” With that you left the bathroom again and began whipping some stuff up in the kitchen. 

As he changed, Jervis couldn’t help but smile in pure delight. All his memories and thoughts that were weighing on him and suffocating him finally dissipated like steam from a tea pot. He had someone that cared for him, not just for what he could do but for who he is. 

The notorious Mad Hatter of Rogue Gallery infamy. The lonely wretch that is Jervis Tetch. 

When he is with you. He felt he actually had a chance.

[fo-enjoyer]

*Ed suddenly slams the door open*

AHHH! WHAT THE F-

Ow. Kill my eardrums why don't you. I thought you might've been missing me.

Wh- what are you doing here?! Eddie it says you can only come in if you need help.

Oh, but I do have something you can help with.

Oh? Fine, what is it? Also don't ever slam my door again.

Well I couldn't help but notice you've been taking more control of your blog, and not trying to get us more ask.

Don't worry about it I'll get to it soon-

Along with with the fact that you do already have one ask you could've done by now. Or maybe actually post those many reblog games in your drafts.

Yes, yes I got it.

Yet do you actually? From checking your blog you've seemed awfully distracted lately. Surprisingly not even caused by me. Quite curious isn't it? Some may even say "and curiouser."

How... You know you're not allowed to go on my main blog! And stay with your own gimmick!

Trust me out of anyone I'm not trying to steal his. Also I didn't, you have a draft saying "hear me out" and multiple pictures of him. It's not exactly subtle.

Hush! Whatever! Listen I'll get to it-

No no. I know what you need. Motivation! You're losing it from your little distraction. I get it! You have a new shiny man to drool over that's stealing your attention. So I decided do my one good deed for today.

Riddler, what does that mean?... What do you mean-

*Knock knock*

I swear if that's-

You can thank me later.

I'm not ready! No no! G- get him out now! Swear to God!

Oh come on don't act so coy. I thought you would be happy. Beside I think he would love to meet you.

No he's a secret for a reason you-

Also definitely unrelated to this. I lied earlier about not going on your blog, sorry. Although I got to say you definitely have some interesting likes. I wonder what he would say if he somehow found out you like a photo of him in a bunn-

Ok fine! You win! We'll keep him! fine! You're so lucky I'm not removing you from my blog!

And you're welcome.

*Leave her alone at least*

*Jervis is available for asks*

((Also a little bonus drawing))

He's used to his universe))

[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.

[rae-raewrites]

Hi! First off I love you're writing your very talented! And second how do you think the riddlers would react to finding out they have a teenage daughter they never knew about (how inherited there smarts and sass)and something happened to the mom so they have nowhere to go so they track him down.

Oh geez it’s dad angst time😂 this is just a bunch of boys dealing with the younger versions of themselves. Also sorry this took so long anon!

The riddlers finding out they have a teenage daughter

Warning:mentions of death

Arkham

It was out of pure annoyance when he actually answers the phone after 13 missed calls from Jonathan crane.

So when Jon casually invites him over saying he needs talk to him he’s even more miffed. And then he finds this kid having tea with the dr, who the hell was she-?

“Ah Edward so nice of you to join us,this wonderful young lady has been trying to find some way to reach you.”

The her in question was a rather well put together 16 year old girl who was like a mirror of his younger years. She certainly had his eyes. Eleanor,her name was Eleanor

He’s not stupid and he puts two together quite easily.

Mom gone to cancer,the youngster was left in Gotham to survive on her own with only the understanding that he was her father. Her mother had apparently kept his tie from the fateful evening.

Apart of him him tells himself to just not bother with her,the other stronger side tells him not to be his father

Things are tense at first with moving in. He’s never really shared a space before with anyone so he’s avoidant at first. Not thinking she’s going to be much help with his projects

He is completely surprised when he finds out she knows her way around electronics

But then he realizes the kid has his photographic memory. And his sass……

“When was the last time you took a shower?” “Please explain to me a how a shower will improve any of my plans.” “Simple: you’ll stop me from dying from gross sewer dad smell.”

It irritates the hell out of him but when she start’s jabbing at the other rouges he’s a proud man.

They bond over getting work done,so much time lost yet there making up for it real quick

She created a rather wacky Rubik’s cube that left Batman puzzled for at least two days

Of course he got a kick out of taunting the dork knight while also genuinely being proud of his daughter

It’s hard to get used to hearing the word “dad” in relation to him but it’s a title he “humbly” accepts in the end

BTAS

He received a knock on his door one extremely sunny morning

Gina found him after his “reformation” and partnership with wacko toys was announced to the public. It wasn’t hard tracking down a man in the spotlight

Edward is of course absolutely stunned by the realization.

To his understanding the girl from metropolis knew the basics of his criminal career. The off traps and puzzles were something well known outside of the city.

He feels out of obligation to take her in,I mean he’s a villain but not a monster. Kid gets say down with some hot coco

Of course when he is brought back to Arkham the poor kid is quick to go and visit him and calm him down as well as work on a way to get him out

He’s rather surprised when he get broken out by jervis and Jonathan and they have him a letter from his prodigy with little xoxo’s and detailed escape plans

When he does get home he pretty much is dead set on teaching her everything he possibly can,how he got the virtual reality set up to work,his more simple traps

Of course just like her dear old dad she’s quick to design some of her own.

“A nothing machine that actually does something……. Out of the box but I adore the ingenuity.” “At least it’s more safe than the vr incident”

BTAA

It was another day of Eddie not being able to figure something out using the box method,unfortunately sticking two nuclear bombs and a tricycle and an old Macintosh in the box just wasn’t cutting it that day.

Cue Tuesday getting a phone call from Miss autumn at the behest of scarecrow

“Hey Eddie do you have any kids you forgot to tell me about?? “No….why?” “Oh geez”

He’s basically the surprised pikachu face meme when he meets Tina,kid was smart enough to get the drug king pin of Gotham to listen to her.

She looks so much like him!!

Of course he’s still skeptical! I mean any kid can just say there his! (But still!)

That completely disappears when the kid creates her own gizmos that rival her fathers

Of course rivaling his intellect means also rivaling his ability sass and make fun of everyone else

“A toaster with a tv screen?” “I know,I know not my best work.” “Well duh coulda thrown it in Gotham harbor and it would be more useful.”

Of course him and her quickly put their collective mind brains together and craft some rather complex new plans

Tuesday is totally chill with her around especially considering she’s able to chill him out when he’s suffering from writers block

Really Edward just got another child on top of already having miss Tuesday. He loves his two daughters from their two different origins

Zero year

Moira visited his cell at Arkham shortly after his defeat at zero year

He was already not in the mood for visitors until the determined teen calls him an idiot in a lime colored pimp suit

Hey! He doesn’t need some red headed brat coming in to his cell like she owns the place!

Oh wait…….

Let’s just say that he smartens up real quick to what’s going on.

Initially wants to tell the kid to bug off,he’s got a criminal career to succeed in but she’s quick to point out he doesn’t have anything right now

So they come to an agreement: get him outta there and he’ll maybe let her crash with him for awhile

So color him surprised when she gets him out safe with minimal bruising

Hell she’s pretty damm smart he has to admit,she certainly didn’t get it from her mother

He does ask eventually what became of his ex,a car crash left the poor kid with barely much. He was kinda her best and only option go figure

He’s snarky with the kid for awhile,of course she’s very quick to throw it right back at him

But they quickly start to getting together quite well especially when they DO get into a fight and quickly realize how stupid it was to begin with

I mean c’mon,kid could probably rule Gotham in less than a week. She’s not someone he wants to scorn

She’s a pretty smart kid he guesses (he totally loves her he’s just got an ego)

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ok so for Gotham Jervis, BTAS and Arkhamverse Riddler, and Scarecrow

He got caught and he sees Heroine just standing when he is being put into police. He is annoyed but she just smirks and send him a kiss before walking away.

"Blowing a kiss~"

So you got BTAS Jervis too because I misread the ask and wrote that first. Whoops!

Tw: suicide mention, unhealthy villain dynamics, hypnotism/mind control

Gotham Jervis:

- The look on his face is nothing short of offense. How dare you! How... Oh, this won't do. His hat knocked off, a black eye forming and him in cuffs in the back of a police vehicle. And you just strutting away as though you had the last word.

- You think you're going to just leave him to rot in Arkham? No, no dear. He simply must pay you a visit.

- He has eyes and ears outside of the walls of this asylum. And, unbeknownst to you, they are all upon you wherever you go. Maybe you'll notice something strange. Someone staring at you too long when you're on patrol. You think you hear whispers when you pass by a couple who look a little too glassy eyed.

- Why would you ever suspect him? He's put away and it's not like he has a whole network he can just, snap his fingers, right? Don't be silly.

- But it's why he knows where you are exactly where you are once he's escaped. You might think you're ready for him, but the moment you spot him checking out his pocket-watch nonchalantly- He looks up at you and blows a kiss. And your skull gets cracked over with a pipe from a goon he had hidden to the side.

- When you awaken, your clothes have been changed to resemble something out of Alice in Wonderland. He assures you it was all ve-ry clinical. "Why be crass when you're going to be here for quite some time?"

- He's going to hypnotize you into playing his games. Nothing overtly sexual in nature but definitely humiliating and making you kiss him on the cheeks, things like that. Just until you manage to find a way to break free and kick his ass as per heroes do in this kind of story.

Btas Jervis:

- At first he wonders if he imagined that. It's not unreasonable to wonder- but the knowing look in your eyes as you walk away...

- He's a little goofy about it? Were you flirting or just mocking him? It's not that you aren't attractive, no no, that's not it-

- and now hes thinking about how attractive you are and if maybe he would like to actually kiss you. He does come to the conclusion you were likely mocking, but you are quite the lovely young woman and- oh well you would look so adorable in an Alice dress!

- You've left him in quite a vexing position! He supposes he'll just have to... oh, I don't know, something *silly* like abduct the other heroes you usually work with, put them under mind control devices and wait for you to come and rescue them.

- Yes, he could have gone straight after you first, but he's not stupid, oh no! How could you listen to his offer if he approached you on your playing field first instead of his?

- "A kiss from dear miss to give me something to reminisce.... or else your friends walk to the abyss."

- The other heroes line up to swan dive into the Gotham river, your heart leaping to your throat. Could you stop them in time?

- If you give him the kiss, hes all smiles and rainbows. There. And now he doesn't have to wonder!

- Off you go, dear Alice, you'll all have to do this again soon!

- You're left trying to explain to your companions what the hell just happened as he makes a speedy getaway.

BTAS Riddler:

- Flush from the neck up. There's a mixture of feelings- furious you beat him but incredibly flustered that you made the gesture. You're a beautiful woman, he's not naive to that.

- Genuinely, he tries to forget about it. Tries to cast it from his mind. He has far too much to focus on for your meddlesome visage to distract him. He might even succeed for a time.

- It's not until you show up again that it all comes flooding back and he's determined to see you beaten and in awe of his brain. At least, that's the idea as he leaves you stranded in one of his little mind games. It was designed for Batman. Think you can take on the task, lamb?

- You do well... For someone trying your hardest, he supposes. You think he's watching you the whole time on feed, leaving him defenseless once you can reach him. One of these things is true.

- "I've always been an excellent multitasker." He sighs as you enter the room you thought he was in and you note it's a feed from somewhere else, "Ta-ta, my dear, I'm afraid we'll have to continue our little dalliance another time! Remember: The fox that chases two hares catches none!"

- And you might wonder just what that means until there's a news announcement that flashes over the screen that tells of the Riddler striking and cyber attacking a satellite that's shut down half the power in the city. He deliberately created a new problem so you'd have to abandon chasing him.

- He has a feeling the two of you are going to have so much fun!

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- He's immediately red in the face and pissed. Did you see- No! No, you did NOT win this! This was just round one! HE will be the ultimate victor in this. HIS intelligence far surpasses your own- don't shove him in the police car, he's not done!

- This is one of the few topics his therapists are going to get out of him ad nauseum for several weeks.

- Seriously, he's going to get an extra round of sedatives after he lists every single way in which You are intellectually inferior to Him and you only caught him out of pure dumb luck and cheating.

- He gets to work the moment he can steal a writing utensil to use on the walls.

- are there moments he thinks about kissing you? Its hard not to, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you'd have to concede he was your better first!

- Plus get through his death traps. Yeah, there's several of those.

- "Not so cute and darling NOW, are you? What- no, I'm not saying you're cute, I just- how dare you interrupt me while I'm trying to kill you!"

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- His face is completely stoic at first. It's difficult to read his emotions, particularly after the mauling by Killer Croc and surgery on his face.

- Yet if you look back you could almost swear he smiles for a moment. It's unsettling to look at.

- His revenge is slow cooking and you might almost forget about the incident entirely until you're face to face with him again.

- And, all too late for you to register, he doses you with the newest batch of fear toxin.

- "This is a special strain. Created just for you. I hope you're honored."

- non-lethal (in that you probably wont try to kill yourself) but deeply unpleasant and representative of your worst fears. Curled into a ball, sobbing. You might even beg for it to stop.

- it's then he approaches you as a terrifying figure, the rough texture of his "lips" kissing the corner of your mouth. He injects the antidote into your system.

- "Good girl. You took that so well. I can't wait to test the next batch on you as well."

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

BTAS!Mad Hatter x Fem!Reader

You’re not really sure how you should approach your first time in bed with someone. But Jervis knows how to make you comfortable.

AN: I have to post this on mobile because my laptop decided it doesn’t want to cooperate. But here, I needed to write something with Jervis because I’ve accidentally fallen in love with him, haha oops

Word count: ~2000

CW: First time, Fingering, Erotic reading of poetry

It’s not that you didn’t want to take the next step with Jervis. On the contrary, now that the two of you had been an item for a few weeks, you were excited at the thought of taking this relationship to a more physical place. And you were sure that if you brought it up, he would be in bed with you before you could finish your proposal.

But as you watch your boyfriend and partner in crime mend one of his mind-control cards, you find yourself too anxious to make the first move. Even though it’s always mesmerizing watching his nimble fingers work, you find yourself fidgeting at the hem of your shirt as you try to find the words. It doesn’t help that you didn’t have any experience to begin with. No matter what you think, you worry that it would come off as too desperate.

“Something on your mind, dear hare?” Jervis’s voice knocks you out of your thoughts and you look over, meeting his blue eyes. Suddenly feeling self conscious, you quickly switch your gaze to the card in his hands, claiming something about faulty wiring.

Evidently not satisfied with that answer, Jervis puts the card down with a sigh. “You worry me when you lie. What’s the matter? If it’s about the plan tomorrow, I’m more than happy to go through it once more.”

No, it’s not that, you assure him, you understand everything about his latest scheme. It’s just, well, you really don’t know how to ask this. You’re thinking it might be impossible.

With a smirk, Jervis grabs your hand, gently stroking your palm with his thumb. “Was this one of the six impossible things you thought of this morning?”

You can’t help but laugh, remembering your daily thought exercise with him. Still, you find it hard to relax enough to actually bring it up. Finally, you take a deep breath. He loves you, right?

A quiet laugh slips out of him. “You must be going mad if you feel the need to ask such a silly question.”

Then…Ugh, why can’t this be easy? It’s such a stupid way of asking but…

“Oh, pish posh. Just say what’s on your mind, my dear.”

Well…you gulp before letting the words spill out.

Taken slightly aback, Jervis blinks as he processes your question. “Would we…” As a faint blush rises to his cheek, he gives an amused chuckle as his grip on your hand tightens. “Oh, to bed with a sweet thing like you would be an honor! Why would you hesitate to ask?”

You look downwards, embarrassed as you find the words. You really don’t want him to be disappointed in you, especially as tears threaten to prick at your eyes.

However, Jervis quickly puts the pieces together, and his tone shifts from excitement to something more tender. Gently, he cups a hand on your cheek to comfort you. “Oh, my poor, sweet hare…” He leans forward and kisses your forehead. There was always something about his kisses that calmed you, and he knew it. “If you’re afraid, we don’t have to-“

No, you interrupt. You want to, you really do! It’s just that you don’t want to disappoint him if you don’t do well.

“Hush now,” he says with a scowl. “The only way you could disappoint me is if you put mustard in your tea. Now would you ever do something as ridiculous as that?”

You laugh, feeling the tension fade away as you feign disgust.

“Hm, I didn’t think you would. You’re much too clever to do that.” Jervis’s smile returns as he kisses your forehead again before moving onto your cheek. Finally, as the final giggles escape from you, he kisses your lips, and you relax into it as you return it. Again and again, you trade kisses, finding yourself unable to stop and closing your eyes to sink yourself into each of them. Jervis’s hand sneaking down to your waist doesn’t help, and his blissful sighs spur you on. As you begin to warm up, you muster up the courage to take a step forward and lick at his lips, wordlessly asking for entry. Though he stalls for a moment, he lets you in, and the lingering taste of peppermint falls on your tongue from his. You squeeze your thighs together, aware of the tingling sensation beginning to grow, and gasp as Jervis pulls away, forced out of your dreamy state. You open your eyes, seeing him looking over you, grinning as his hand lowers to your thigh.

“Perhaps we should continue this somewhere more comfortable.”

He’s not worried about his cards?

“A distraction such as you is much too tempting, dear hare. I’m afraid I will not be able to concentrate for much longer.” He grabs your hand, helping you stand up as he flashes a soft smile. “Will you? Won’t you?”

You nod, letting him lead you down the hall to the bedroom. But no matter how much you try to keep yourself calm, your heart pounds, threatening to burst out of your chest. Now that you’ve gotten this far, second thoughts begin to plague you. You don’t doubt Jervis will be good to you, but-

As you step through the door, a hand tilts your chin upwards to look at him. Jervis looks over you, admiring you as his hand slides down to the buttons on your shirt. “May I?”

The heat in your cheeks rise to a fever pitch as you almost forget to answer. But you give him permission, even adding a ‘please’.

Jervis laughs as he unbuttons your shirt with quick motions, setting your heart fluttering. “You mustn’t be so polite. No need for that here.” As he pulls away the last button, his hands linger on your waist, slowly moving up to your chest and to your shoulders. “Gorgeous…” He seems to study every inch of you, etching your image into his mind as you look towards his chest. Noticing your gaze, he smiles, taking his hands away. “Ah. I’ve almost forgotten myself.”

But before he can start undressing, you reach over, looking up at him as you make your request.

Again, he smiles, melting your nerves as he puts his hands down and sits on the bed. “Go right ahead.”

Right, here you go. Doing your best to keep your hands steady, you unbutton his shirt, though your movements are clumsy compared to Jervis’s. Afterwards, you place your hands on his shoulders as he lets the sleeves fall down his arms. For the next step, after taking off your jeans (which Jervis watches intently), you get up on top of him, straddling him as you kiss him once more, traveling down to his neck. You hear him sigh again, and he brings his hand up, letting his fingers snake through your hair as you pepper him with affection.

“Oh, what a pretty thing you are,” he mumbles in your ear as you feel a slight tugging at the back of your bra. “But if you will allow me, I would love to see even more of you.”

You take a deep breath as you reach back, unhooking the strap, and the way his eyes brighten when you let your bra fall from your shoulders sends a heatwave from your throat down to your lower stomach. Jervis brings his hands up, brushing his fingertips over your nipples. Even this small sensation makes your breath catch in your throat, especially as your groin tingles. Jervis seems to notice your arousal, as he giggles and kisses your left breast.

“Poor hare. We’ve barely started and you’re trembling.” His lips hover your nipple, and with the tip of his tongue, trails lazy circles over it. His other hand massages your right breast, occasionally pinching the nipple there, and it becomes increasingly harder to keep your breathing in check. You risk a glance downwards, and notice his sapphire eyes looking up at you admiringly. You swear you see the edge of a grin as he closes his eyes, pressing his lips and tongue harder into you. A gasp escapes you, and the tingling in your sex becomes too difficult to ignore. As if they had a mind of their own, your hips begin to move, finding delicious friction along Jervis’s thigh. It’s not ideal, but this bit of stimulation draws whimpers from you as sparks of pleasure course through your nerves.

Jervis pauses, releasing his grip on you and looking back up to you, watching you squirm in his lap with amusement. “Would you like a little more?”

You only nod, not trusting yourself to speak without sounding like a whimpering animal.

There’s a slight tugging at your parties now. “You could always have more. If you’re willing, of course.”

You gulp, knowing what’s going to come next. But Jervis sees the hesitation in your eyes and leans back, keeping his hands behind him. “Take your time. We have as much of it as you need.”

As you lay down on the bed, hesitation spreads to your fingers. Maybe he should be the one to do the honors, you suggest.

“Oh my…” But Jervis seems distracted at the moment. He looks you over, every inch of you, with such intensity, as if memorizing every detail of your body. You might as well be wearing a label reading “Eat me” somewhere. With rosy cheeks, you notice for the first time his arousal, which becomes even more apparent as he unbuckles his belt. “Marvelous,” he mumbles, throwing his pants aside without any of his usual grace. “Magnificent, momentous, mouthwatering.”

Despite his mad muttering, he doesn’t jump on top of you right away. Jervis takes his time at first, slowly approaching you and hooking a thumb underneath your panties. As soon as they were off, seeing you completely naked on his bed must have triggered something in him. But ever the gentleman, Jervis leans toward your ear. “Could I, ah…feel you?”

You nod, your legs opening for him as if on command, surprising yourself on how readily you welcome him. But you make him promise to be gentle.

“As sure as ferrets are ferrets.”

And he was off. As his fingers brush against your clit, stroking and massaging, the pressure in your core builds as you lose control of your voice. Your back arches as you bring your wrist to your mouth in an attempt to muffle yourself. As you reach the edge of stimulation, your wrist is taken away and pinned to your side.

“Please don’t.” Jervis whispers, nibbling at your ear lobe. “Let me hear you, little hare. Your melodious moans.” With your entrance soaking wet, he ever so slowly slips a finger inside, and like a rubber band, the pressure makes you snap as your first orgasm courses through you in waves.

Fuck, you just came in front of someone. No, not just someone. The Mad Hatter himself was the first person to give you an orgasm. And so easily, too. You don’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed.

Mercifully, Jervis gives you a few seconds to collect yourself before continuing. You’ve fingered yourself before, but having someone else explore you was a different level. You don’t know how he’s doing it, but the way he curls his finger upwards makes the pressure build again. In between whines and whimpers, you find yourself calling his name, wanting more of the pleasant burn his touch leaves.

“He took his vorpal sword in hand,” you hear him mutter to himself, pacing himself. “Long time the manxome foe he sought.” Slowly, he adds another finger. With your walls spreading farther than you’ve experience before, the subtle pain is not unwelcome, but too strange to put to words. But as he continues reciting, Jervis notices your demeanor and slows down, giving you more time to settle into these feelings. “And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame…”

Again, it builds. More and more, it makes your toes curl as you shake in Jervis’s embrace. “One, two…One, two…” Calling his name spurs him on, and again, the rubber band snaps. As you come on his fingers, covering them in your slick, he finally pulls them out, kissing you and muffling your breaths.

“Would you like more?”

Yes. Oh God, yes, you’re ready for the main event.

Jervis practically rips off his shorts, and as soon as you see his erection stand to attention, something primitive wakes in your mind. The thought of him taking you, owning you, claiming your first time, it makes your libido flare like a volcano. He takes your legs, rests them on his shoulders, and readjusts so the head of his cock teases at your entrance.

“I know it will be…difficult,” he says, “but please try to relax.”

Ever so slowly, he begins his descent, and you bring his arms around him in an embrace as your walls spread apart for him. Fire courses through your nerves, and you feel every muscle in your sex tremble as Jervis reaches further than you felt before. You lean into his shoulder, muffling your voice as he rests inside you, groaning as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Are you alright?”

You need a few seconds to collect yourself, but eventually, you give him permission to continue. He obliges, rocking his hips at a leisurely pace. His sighs and gasps in your ear make you shudder, adding to all the sensations he’s giving you.

“‘Tis the voice of the Lobster,” you hear him recite again, “I heard him declare…” His voice vibrates through your brain, his poem laced with occasional moans and gasps. You wrap your legs around his hips, spurring him on to quicken the pace.

The friction inside you brings you to the edge, and even as you coat Jervis in your orgasm, he continues, embracing you. “When the sands are all dry, he…” he stammers, “he is gay as a lark…” The sound of his hips falling onto yours fills the room. “And will talk in contemptuous…tones of the Shark…”

You have to admit that his concentration when reciting is impressive. But you have no time to rest as your core heats up again. Jervis continues, but the stuttering in his voice becomes noticeable as he reaches his peak. “I-I passed by the garden, and marked, with…with one eye.” And you’re suddenly pulled close to him as he begins to slam into you, muttering into your ear. “How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie…” You reach the edge again, and you can’t help but think this sudden move had something to do with it. His voice doesn’t help either, and as he continues purring his poem, you lose control of your own moans. God, this man could read the dictionary and still send you spiraling into ecstasy.

Even as you call his name, letting him know how you feel, his recitation continues as he keeps his pace. “While…While the…” He soon loses control of his own voice as well, his words dissolving into whines as you feel his cock twitch. You beg him to come inside you, so you can know what it feels like.

And he does. His seed spilling into you sends you into a powerful fit of pleasure, your hormones going wild as you envision it. Tears build as the sensations overwhelm you, but they don't feel unpleasant. In fact, you're enjoying the high, even as Jervis pulls out and catches his breath.

"That's..." He says, struggling to find the right words. "Are...Are you alright?"

You can only nod, having difficulty finding your voice again. As he lays down next to you, you cuddle up next to him, resting your head on his chest.

You hear a sigh as Jervis wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "It wasn't too much, was it?"

A little bit, but as you got into it, it felt good. But you can't help but feel you're going to start aching in a bit.

"That's natural," he chuckles. "But you were amazing, my dear. My beautiful, darling hare."