#Jervis Tech

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Mad as a Hatter sketch

"Still waters run deep, my dear" Jervis Tech/Mad Hatter in BTAS "Mad as a hatter"

alrighty, so I did the sketch. I did end up loving too much that I saved it as a Clip Studio file if I wish to de-stress and color it or make it into a full art while I work on the big stuff.

Today I was out for quite a bit of a long day and took a 2-hour nap I was exhausted and stressed, so I decided to make a quick colorless Jervis Tech sketch because I like him and his episode (hate how he's adapted in most of the comics and kinda Gotham too-)

I unironically watched about three times "Mad as a Hatter" as It's my favorite episode from the BTAS so far, and Alice in Wonderland themed stuff is one of my weakness (Jervis is far too charming, and the ending scene is beautiful.)

Anyway, you can't really have Jervis without the Mad hatter!

I might do my Jervis/Mad Hatter version like I have with Crane (although I haven't fully draw him, but I do have a small concept in my Halloween drawing (which i do have a small glimpse of his mask, so maybe in the future i would draw him full costume)

anyway, enjoy my Jervis sketch!

[linxrouge4life]

Finally, here is my first clone refrence sheet!:

If you are unfamiliar with my Clone AU then read the pinned post.

So anyways, here is Lucy (The Duchess), the Mad Hatter's clone and the youngest of the clones.

On the right I did change my artstyle and I think I will leave it like that from now on, maybe change the side profile.

Also she has two outfits now, one for the Duchess and the other for the Hare.

Anyways hope you like it and more posts coming soon!

[professorambrius]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to Roddy McDowell

A very Happy Birthday in Heaven to wonderful Roddy McDowell who would have turned 96 years old.

[patisilence]

Jervis as different Wonderland characters.

[inkdrawndreamer]

@oui-sie

miscellaneous doodles

just me trying to get back to drawing after the chaos that is school

[sunflowerrosewood]

He Has a Nightmare HC~ Gotham Boys

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of killing, nothing too graphic.

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Jim Gordon 

~Jim has dealt with so much shit

~Between going after villains to dealing with the PD

~So when you two fell asleep one night

~He had a nightmare you were killed by multiple Gotham villains

~You don't notice he has a nightmare until you feel cold

~When Jim is sitting in the kitchen nursing something to drink

~But not facing the bedroom

~You have to come up from behind

~And hug him tight

~He will probably jump 

~But he melts in your embrace 

~He wont tell you want happened

~But he will allow to be vulnerable 

~And allow you to just mumble in a sleepy voice all the reasons you love him

Edward Nygma

~Edward didn't have nightmares often

~But seemed to have them after being in Arkham

~Then escaping to home

~You would only know when you heard him arguing with himself

~That he shouldn't wake you up

~That this makes him useless

~As you could hear him mutter these things

~Pull him down to the bed

~So you can cuddle into him

~And promise that you'll always be there

~Both sides will melt

~And he'll tell you about the nightmare 

~So you'll understand his pain

Oswald Cobblepot 

~Oswald had nightmares often

~And you usually knew

~The reason is that he talked in his sleep and would hold onto you tight

~You would feel his hands tighten

~And whimpers fall out of his lips

~You’ll probably have to wake him up

~Just to let him know that he is not alone

~He will be sweaty and his heart racing

~But as long as you kiss his lips

~And squeeze his hand

~Oswald will calm down

~Go get a washcloth to help him cool off

~And intertwine your hands before you fall back asleep

Jonathan Crane

~Nightmares plague his head all the time

~And it isn’t because it is his fault

~It usually has to do with his father

~And another person that you will know when he wakes up

~Because he gets as far away from you

~He is shaking in fear 

~It’s usually when he does not consume himself in fear

~But appears in his nightmare

~Allow him to slowly calm down on his own

~He’ll immediately climb back into bed 

~Because he needs to feel you by his side

~Usually he falls asleep slowly after

Jervis Tech

~Jervis usually has nightmares that his Alice runs away

~You ran away because he harms you

~Jervis is one of the ones who will wake you up

~Just to make sure you are real

~And still loves him

~Before you get tired again, you’ll notice the fear in his eyes

~Whisper to him how much you love him

~And kiss his cheek 

~Before cuddling into his chest which calms him down

Victor Zsasz

~Victor wont show he has nightmares 

~You usually know when you wake up

~And he’s sitting in the shared bathroom just staring

~No emotions are shown

~But you know what is going on

~So you’ll have to go in

~And kneel where you look up at him

~He won't say anything

~He’ll just pull you into his lap

~And holds you tight 

~Just the silent of the night is going to be heard

~Victor will pick you up and bring you back to bed

~Usually it takes just that before the two of you fall asleep

~Victor will probably mention his nightmare later on in the week

~When he is ready

Jeremiah Valeska

~Even after the spray, Jeremiah still gets nightmares

~It happens to be about him almost killing you

~And he’ll wake up to you being sound asleep

~He’ll touch your arm

~And sigh 

~Usually you know something happened because he’ll be in the lab

~Bent over

~And probably throwing things in anger

~When you ask him what’s wrong

~You’ll see the anger turn to worry

~An emotion you do not see often

~And Jeremiah will walk over to you to hold you tight

~Demanding you wont leave him

~Even though you never thought that way

~It’s feeling you near him that causes him to want to go back to bed with you

Jerome Valeska

~Jerome did not have nightmares too often

~He was awake in the middle of the night usually

~But when he did fall asleep and had nightmares

~He was similar to Oswald by holding you tighter against him

~But you would still be asleep 

~Until you feel him kissing your face and neck while rubbing your hip

~When you slowly wake up, Jerome will kiss you lips and grin

~Usually you wouldn’t ask much

~Until you watch his grin falter

~That’s when you touch his face

~And kiss him softly till Jerome makes you fall back into his chest

~Once the two of you hit the bed, he’ll still be rubbing your arms or hips

~But you’ll hear him yawn

~He falls asleep pretty quick

[knoepfl]

A Wonderland of Our Own

18/24

Characters:

Reader (You): Compassionate and understanding, you willingly step into Jervis Tetch’s world, embracing his eccentricities while sharing in his cherished fantasies.

Jervis Tetch: A romantic and whimsical soul with a deep affection for Alice in Wonderland, he adores the reader and invites them into his personal Wonderland with heartfelt sincerity.

Trigger Warnings:

Mental Instability: Jervis’s fixation on Wonderland and Alice reflects his fragile mental state, which may be unsettling to some readers.

Power Dynamics: The reader’s role as “Alice” involves stepping into a significant part of Jervis’s fantasy world, which could imply subtle power imbalances.

Intense Affection: Themes of overwhelming love and admiration may feel emotionally charged for some readers.

Masterlist

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It was nearing midnight in Jervis Tetch’s dimly lit lair, scattered with teacups, top hats, and ornate Victorian decorations. You had grown used to his whimsical, sometimes chaotic sense of decor, finding comfort in its odd charm. Tonight, though, felt different. Jervis seemed more energized, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he fidgeted with his bow tie, clearly eager for something he had planned.

Finally, he turned to you, his gaze warm yet intense, a glint of something deeper hidden behind his adoring smile. “Darling, I… I have a rather special request tonight,” he murmured, the edges of his voice tinged with excitement.

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be, Jervis?”

He held out his hand, gesturing toward a Victorian-style garment bag draped across a nearby chair. “Would you… do me the honor of becoming Alice? My Alice?” His tone was soft but filled with a yearning that you couldn’t ignore.

You walked over to the garment bag, unzipping it to reveal a dress—a classic, powder-blue gown with a white apron, much like the one Alice wore in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. He was entrusting you with a piece of his cherished fantasy, inviting you into his world in a way he never had before.

Smiling softly, you looked back at him. “Of course, Jervis. I’d love to.”

You could see his face light up as you slipped into the other room to change. When you returned, you found Jervis staring, his eyes wide with awe and admiration. “My dear Alice,” he whispered, taking your hand in his. “You’re perfect… as if you stepped right out of Wonderland itself.”

You couldn’t help but blush, and as his fingers intertwined with yours, you felt the depth of his affection radiating from his touch. The way he looked at you—like you were a dream come true—made your heart race.

Jervis guided you to a small, elaborately set table, complete with a dainty tea set and fresh flowers he’d likely picked himself. “A tea party for two,” he announced, pulling out a chair for you. “In honor of my Alice.”

You giggled as you took your seat, your fingers delicately wrapped around the handle of the teacup he poured for you. He watched you sip, captivated by the smallest gesture, as though every movement you made was part of a scene he’d dreamt of a thousand times.

“Do you know,” he began, his voice softening as he gazed at you, “I sometimes wonder if Wonderland isn’t a place at all. Perhaps it’s a feeling… a feeling I only seem to find when I’m with you.”

You reached across the table, your hand resting over his. “Then let’s stay in Wonderland a little longer, Jervis. Just the two of us.”

His eyes filled with emotion as he rose from his seat, coming around the table to stand beside you. He extended a gloved hand, which you took as he helped you up, pulling you close. The warmth in his gaze made your pulse quicken, and you could feel the intensity of his affection—an adoration as deep as the stories he cherished.

With his arms around you, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle, lingering kiss, his gloved hand cradling your cheek as if you were something precious and fragile. The intimacy of the moment left you breathless, and you could feel his heart racing in time with yours.

When he pulled back, his voice was barely above a whisper. “My dearest Alice… I’ve waited for this moment for so long.”

Gazing into his eyes, you brushed a lock of hair from his face, smiling. “Then let’s make it unforgettable.”

As he led you deeper into his Wonderland, you felt as though you were floating in a dream—a place where only you and Jervis existed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, bound by a love that transcended the madness of the world around you.

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[fiona-lawton]

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't." ♠️🫖♦️

[viccyzsasz]

hey bookie. I NEED a jerome and jeremiah (seperate) headcanons as they watch their girlfriendd stand up to a man who was rude to them. Did this today and felt like a baddie👯‍♀️

HEY BADDIEEEE 👯‍♀️🫶🫶 you should feel like a weapon of mass destruction today because standing up for yourself?? in front of a man?? UNPROVOKED?? that’s goddess behavior.

Now let’s give you exactly what you asked for—Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska headcanons as they watch their girl absolutely destroy some rude man with words alone. You know the vibe: unfazed, sharp-tongued, maybe even a little bit petty—just enough to leave the guy speechless. Jerome’s definitely drooling. Jeremiah’s definitely malfunctioning. Let’s go:

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🔥 Jerome Valeska Headcanons – Watching You Stand Up for Yourself

• Initial Reaction: He’s grinning the second your tone shifts. Not just smiling—grinning like the Joker who just won the lottery. He leans back like he’s at a damn movie premiere.

• Eyes On You: Doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t blink. Just watches, full attention on the way your voice slices the man down like a blade. You’re his favorite form of violence now.

• Turned. On.: The moment you toss in sarcasm or a sharp insult? Oh, he’s obsessed. Tongue across his teeth, eyes sparkling, legs bouncing slightly. “Oooh, my girl’s got venom today…”

• Interferes? Nah. Not unless the guy steps closer to you—then he’s got a gun pointed before the man can blink. But otherwise? This is your stage. Jerome’s just here for the show.

• Claps. Legitimately starts clapping after it’s over. “OH, SWEETHEART. That was delicious. I’ve never been more in love. Want me to finish the job? No? Okay. But god, I love you.”

• Post-Scene: Pulls you into his lap if you’re sitting. Kisses your knuckles like you just committed a crime together. “Mmm. Never thought I’d be jealous of a man getting yelled at by you, but here we are…”

• Aftermath: Might find that guy later just to scare him a little. Doesn’t hurt him (unless you say the word), but he makes damn sure he knows never to talk to you like that again.

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🃏 Jeremiah Valeska Headcanons – Watching You Stand Up for Yourself

• Startled at First: His brain goes “wait what’s happening??” when you suddenly get sharp. Not because he doubts you—but because he’s not used to anyone checking someone before he has to.

• Silent and Still: He watches from the side, arms behind his back, jaw clenched. He won’t interrupt—he’s evaluating everything the rude man does. One misstep? Game over.

• Proud But Contained: Inside he’s going feral. But outside? He keeps calm, composed, maybe smirks slightly. “She’s handling it. She doesn’t need me. God, I adore her.”

• Protective Mode ACTIVATED: The second your voice raises or the man talks back louder, Jeremiah steps forward slowly. Not saying anything. Just appearing behind you like a horror movie. Hands behind his back. Eyes unreadable. Creepy calm.

• Says This After: “You didn’t need my help.” (soft smile) “You know, it’s moments like this I remember how intelligent and strong you are. The kind of woman who commands the room without a weapon. That’s rare.”

• Genuinely Moved: If you defended him or brought up the disrespect as being unacceptable toward you and your relationship? That hits him right in the soul. He’ll cup your face later like you’re sacred. “You defended our honor. I will never forget that.”

• Revenge? Oh, silently and elegantly. Jeremiah is quietly vengeful. If the man is a business owner? His building has zoning violations next week. If he’s a Gotham elite? Suddenly no one will return his calls. Jeremiah ruins him… just for fun.

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In conclusion:

Jerome thinks you standing up for yourself is hotter than any striptease. Jeremiah thinks it’s the most profound act of love and power. And both of them? Worship you for it.

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[sp4c3-c0wb0y]

From the posts I have seen on here about Mad Hatter or ​jervis tetch I assumed that he was a joke throw away villain. BUT after reading some comics with him (or his stuff) there, he is still very silly however his powers can be grotesque and scary, like mind control powers that have to be applied physically (through devises) to be used (most of the time) are so cool and scary. For example:

The patch being stitched into her skin and being the main reason she jumps out of the window to so gross and cool

[w0nd3r-7and]

BOY

Oh my! Why do you yell? Is someone after you? Could it be that silly white rabbit?

[transingthoseformers]

*SLAMS HANDS ON DESK* I HEARD SHATTERED GLASS!!!!!!! Shattered Glass Rung has been on my brain,,,, trying to set up my own take on him bc everyone has such cool iterations of him,,,,,

Imagine he's like Jervis Tech from the Gotham series!!!! I need him obsesseive and unhinged and capable of killing NOW!!!!!!!!!

OUGH WE HAVE RETURNED TO SHATTERED GLASS RUNG

Btw SG Rung scares me in such a specific way that he fascinates me

I need to check the poll but I think purple won for SG Rung's primary color?

He's interesting

I do not recognize the name Jervis Tech but!!! I get the vibe and I feel like it'd be cool

[hattersrambling]

You know, I often wonder what subjects mindscapes would look like. A library? A room filled with filing cabinets? A hoarders pile? Perhaps even their own version of a wonderland? Oh the possibilities are ENDLESS! Perhaps I could find a way to enter such spaces...

[vintagecandy]

I know she's probably lost forever and that he's a villain, but is it bad that I kinda really wish your Jervis finds his daughter--

Oh no, I'm sure just about everyone wishes poor Jervis could find his Alice someday, wishful thinking as it may be.

That maybe some grander villain just so happened to have snatched her up, or she lost her memory, or she fell down a rabbit hole, keeping her lost from him for years, so that somehow she can stumble back into a Jervis that's well into his villain career and insanity and-- seeing how much her father needs her-- their reunion just... fixes everything. A fairytale ending.

Well, for the most part. He has severe brain damage, needs a machine on his head to keep himself from symptoms of nerve poisoning, and by then had been through damaging amounts of experimental treatments from 1920s Arkham-- but if anyone could talk sense into him it'd be his daughter, once it fully clicks that he's found her. And he remembers the difference between a book and his child lmao.

She'd probably need to be his caretaker, but I don't think she'd mind at all. Certainly a better alternative than letting him rob banks.

[alpha-mag-media]

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[knoepfl]

“Through the Looking Glass”

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter) – A deranged and lonely man obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, using mind control to twist others into playing roles in his delusions.

Reader (You) – A new obsession for Jervis. He sees you as his perfect "Alice" and will do anything to keep you by his side.

Trigger Warnings:

Obsession and mental manipulation

Kidnapping and mind control themes

Unreliable perception of reality

Masterlist

Words: 1063

The narrow streets of Gotham were shrouded in a thick mist, moonlight filtering weakly through the haze. You knew it was dangerous to wander alone at night, but something had compelled you to move through the darkness, as if pulled by invisible strings.

And then, you’d found him—or maybe he’d found you.

You woke up in a room draped with tattered silk and moth-eaten velvet, the air heavy with the scent of stale tea and dusty books. A single flickering lamp cast uneven shadows across the mismatched furniture, giving everything a distorted, dreamlike quality.

“Ah, my dear!” a familiar, singsong voice echoed from the doorway. “You’ve finally arrived. The long wait is over—at last, Alice is home.”

You blinked groggily, disoriented, your head pounding as you tried to sit up. Across the room stood a slender man dressed in a patchwork suit, his wide-brimmed top hat tilted at a jaunty angle. His pale face stretched into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“W-Where am I?” you whispered, glancing around.

Jervis Tetch clasped his hands together, a delighted laugh bubbling from his lips. “Where you’re supposed to be, my dear—right here, with me! The Mad Hatter and his Alice, just as it’s meant to be. Isn’t it wonderful?”

You frowned, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together how you ended up here. You remembered… nothing. Just foggy images—his voice, warm and inviting, guiding you through the night. And now you were here, wherever here was.

“Let me go,” you said, heart racing. “I don’t belong here.”

Jervis’s smile faltered for only a second before snapping back into place, though the cheer in his eyes flickered with something far more dangerous. “No, no, no, my dear… you mustn’t say such silly things. Of course you belong here—you’re my Alice. And every Alice needs her Wonderland!”

He stepped closer, movements light and graceful, as though he were gliding through a dream. “The real world is so… dreadful, don’t you think? But here, oh… here, we can play and dance and drink tea forever.”

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled beneath you. Jervis caught you before you could collapse, his hands strangely gentle. “Careful now,” he cooed, “you’ve had quite the journey. You must rest, my dear. There’s so much to do, so much to see—but first, you must adjust.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. “What did you do to me?”

Jervis tilted his head, as if pondering the question. “I only gave you what you needed. A way out, a way here. You see, the world is cruel, my sweet Alice. It breaks hearts, crushes dreams…” His voice dropped into a hushed whisper. “But not in Wonderland. Not here with me.”

You pulled back from him, your pulse thundering in your ears. “I’m not Alice. I don’t even know who you are!”

The corner of his mouth twitched, his expression twisting into something equal parts disappointment and frustration. “Ah, my dear… You’ve forgotten, haven’t you? But that’s quite all right. Memory can be such a troublesome thing. In time, it will come back.”

He crouched before you, tilting his head like a curious child. “You see, everyone needs a story, my dear. A role to play. And yours… oh, yours is the most important of all. You are Alice, and I—” He gave a grand, sweeping bow. “—am your humble Mad Hatter.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, every instinct screaming at you to run, but your limbs refused to obey. A strange, hazy warmth clouded your mind, as though a part of you were slipping deeper into his web with every passing second.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered, his voice soft and hypnotic. “The more you resist, the more it hurts. Just let go… and fall through the looking glass.”

Jervis took your hand gently, guiding you toward a small, cluttered table set with chipped porcelain cups and mismatched saucers. The teapot in the center let off a trail of steam, filling the room with the scent of chamomile and madness.

“Sit, sit!” he urged, practically vibrating with excitement. “We must have tea—oh, yes! A very merry un-birthday to you!”

You sank into the chair without meaning to, as though your body responded to his commands without your permission.

He poured tea with a flourish, eyes gleaming with manic joy. “Ah, isn’t this perfect? Just as it should be. No more lonely nights. No more searching. We’re together now, and we’ll never be apart.”

You stared into the swirling tea, mind racing as you tried to break free of the strange fog dulling your thoughts. “Please… let me go.”

Jervis paused, teapot still in hand, his expression darkening like a sudden storm. “Let you go?” His voice was soft, almost hurt. Then, slowly, it twisted into a low, bitter laugh. “Oh, Alice… You still don’t understand, do you? You’re already gone.”

He reached out, tracing a finger along the rim of your cup. “There is no escape from Wonderland, my dear. No way out, no way back. This is where you belong. With me.”

His hand drifted to your cheek, caressing it with unsettling tenderness. “We’ll be so happy here. I’ll keep you safe, my sweet Alice. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Tears stung your eyes as you fought against the haze, struggling to remember who you were before this nightmare began. But the memories were slippery, fading like smoke through your fingers.

Jervis’s gaze softened, and for a brief, haunting moment, you saw something vulnerable in his eyes—something desperate and broken, clinging to the only fantasy that gave his fractured mind meaning.

“Don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, leaning closer. “You’re home now. And I’ll take care of you… always.”

His voice was a lullaby, drawing you deeper into the dream. The room seemed to spin, the edges of reality unraveling like threads pulled from a tapestry.

“You’ll see,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “In time, you’ll forget all about that dreadful world. And then, my dear Alice…” His lips curled into a soft, dreamy smile. “We’ll be together, forever and ever.”

And as the world faded around you, slipping into a haze of tea parties and riddles, you realized—maybe you were already too far gone to wake up.

Because in his Wonderland, the Mad Hatter always got his Alice...