#Gotham Jervis Tetch

[batman-dc-imagines]

This idea came to me while eating lunch and watching this movie.

[adalwolfgang]

Jervis: Happy birthday my dear! It’s me! I’m your gift!

(Name), whispering to Jon: did you get a receipt or do i have to keep him?

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(Name): And that's how I got here...

Zsasz: Ha! You sure are a funny one!

*Zsasz stares for a long moment*

Y/N: What?

Zsasz: I like you. Like a lot. I'm going to keep you.

*His hand tightly held (Name)’s*

(Name): Uh..okay-.

Negan: Good! There was no choice anyway.

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Edward: I always apologize when I'm wrong.

(Name): I don't think I've ever seen you apologize before.

Edward: I'm never wrong.

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Oswald: you're trying to use my ego against me?

(Name): I thought it'd work.

Oswald: no, it worked. I'll do it.

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Jerome: Something's off.

(Name): maybe you've finally developed human emotions and are actually feeling bad for hurting people?

Jerome: no, but that's funny!

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Jon: Have you heard the joke about the gas light?

(Name): no..?

Jon: Yeah you have.

(Name): no I haven’t.

(Name): You've literally heard it already.

(Name): I HAVEN’T?!

(Name): You're crazy.

[one-fancy-flapjack]

Love how in Gotham Oswald & Riddler went from "random twink turns into THAT twink" between S1 and S5. MEANWHILE Jervis went from " Otter" in S3 to twink ins S5 LMAFAO

can you tell this is a very tired post because i can

[nobodyproblematic]

Jervis, greeting everyone: Mr. Valeska *Tips hat*

Jervis: Evening, Penguin. *Tips hat again*

Scarecrow: Hi.

Jervis:

Jonathan!

[madnessreruns]

Hi! How are you? I was just How would Gotham jervis react to an girl with a lot of piercings? I have 11… two lip piercings (snakebites) two nose (left nostril and a septum) piercings and a navel. As well as gauges and some other ear piercings. I’m just curious and you write him so well 😅👉🏽👈🏽

Gotham! Jervis Tetch with a S/O with a lot of piercings

Note: than..k you?? I write him well? I try.. he’s my babygirl after all

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Holy fucking shit he’s down bad

He may be all composed high and mighty, but god damn the second you look at him he’s in his hands and knees. He just- he just can’t

He’s kind of terrified of you but in a good way! You look so tough and pretty and bold and beautiful and strong and confident and-

If your kind of mean and intimidating he will be weak for you, he’s like a little puppy! He’s so nice and sweet and your all intimidating and mean! He loves the contrast between the two of you. And people’s surprise when they find out you two are dating!

If your nice he thinks it’s so funny! You look all intimidating but your so sweet and cute! He might baby you but not in public cause that would be embarrassing.

He loves to buy you new like jewelry for your piercings and stuff! He’ll get you anything you’d like! But pretty gems and jewels in your earrings are his favorite!

He thinks kissing you with those piercings is kinda weird feeling at first, but he gets used to it quick. He thinks it’s unique! Your so special, yours kisses show that about you!

Sometimes he will just count your piercings and what jewelry you have on as like a grounding technique.

If you want to get more piercings he has to inspect the place first, he doesn’t want them using a piecing gun, everything has to be sanitized, they have to be a professional, other customers have to leave good reviews on them, before he even considers letting you go there

Because he loves you of course

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[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Could you do some angsty Gotham!Jervis Tetch headcanons?

But no y/n stuff.

"The Victorian Moroseness" Gotham!Mad Hatter

I tend to stay away from y/n directly because for me it disconnects the flow of writing. A lot of people like it but it's not my favorite.

Please pay attention to the trigger warnings on this one, my loves, we're going dark.

TW: Suicidal ideation/discussions of different methods of suicide, hypnosis, murder/stalking/criminal acts and angst

Jervis gets himself into periods of depression and low-feelings when he's alone and not plotting. It's easy to remain whimsical yet delightfully criminal when he has something to focus on. It gives him a wicked purpose. Using his abilities to get exactly what he wants and guide their hands through his.

Yet what does he have when his favorite book has finished it's story once again? His companions have left him or they've been incarcerated. He has no concept of a "normal" existence. Alice, his sister, is gone. She's gone and she left this world trying to get away from him. It all makes the bile build in the back of your throat.

It's these moments he sits in a room and stares blankly at the wall. No witticisms or fantasies that will take him out of it. He thinks of how easy it would be to overdose on any of the drugs he has in his bag. Just drift off to sleep, to Wonderland, and not have to worry about any of it ever again.

Perhaps he could hypnotize a group of people to jump into Gotham Harbor with him. Capitalize on how vengeful and "selfish" he could get. Let the pawing hands of the others drag him down to the water as they scramble to stay afloat when he allows them to "wake." It would be more theatrical than just tossing rocks into his pockets, certainly.

He thinks about death a lot in these moments. His own, Alice splayed upon the spike she fell on, the many others he himself has caused... It's so easy to send them off now. What's one more?

Some moments he jumps into finding a romantic Alice. If only he could find his other half, that would fix him. Very unhealthy, seeking out a partner for the idea of them rather than getting to know them at all. Forcing them to say everything he wants them to say and do whatever he wants them to do without concern for what they want. Usually ends in someone getting seriously hurt or him being arrested (again.)

Then he's back here. Rejected again.

He tends to be saved when either A) a grand idea comes along or B) one of his villainous companions reaches out to him. Ah, well, it's all just sunshine again, isn't it? Another wondrous day in the Wonderland he's making for himself in Gotham. He's in control and this time, this time everything is going to go swimmingly!

[caramel-clowns]

watching gotham is just me going “oh god what is he wearing???? I want his wardrobe”

[gothamslostboy]

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

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

You Need Better Pillows

Jervis Tetch x Male Reader

WORDS: 1,539

YOU JERVIS TETCH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[callsigncrash]

I’m gonna be 100%, this is who I think of when I think of Gotham Jervis

[batman-dc-imagines]

Hello! I love your Gotham character letters and I was wondering if you could do the J squad (separately) writing the reader a letter promising to come visit them soon because they escaped from Arkham but they can’t yet cause of Gordon and the GCPD? Thank you!!!!

A/N: A situation ship is a relationship that hasn't been explicitly defined but you can view your relationship with these boys however you wish. I also tested out more rhymes with Jervis.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Relation: Situation ship

𝙃𝙚𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨,

𝙈𝙚, 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙫. 𝘼𝙩 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝙒𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬! 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙡’ 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙘𝙥𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙝? 𝙊𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 ‘𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖? 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤! 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘼𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬!

-🃏𝙅

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Relation: Situation ship

𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫,

𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫.

~ 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐬

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Relation: Situation ship

𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘳. 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘢. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯.

-𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘑𝘰𝘯

[adalwolfgang]

It’s finally done

( @i-smoke-chapstick )

[fangirl--writes]

J Squad Starbucks Headcanons☕

Collecting dusts in my drafts. So now I set it free.

Jerome Valeska

There is a line???

“Cuseee’ Squad comin’ THROUGH-”

Not anymore- Cutsies to the front.

Pink Drinks or Refreshers + Lemonade

Java chip Frappachino  

EXTRA whip.

CAFFFFEEEINNNNNEE

He’s banned from ordering espresso ask Jonathan 

Aesthetic drinks

DESPISES  Black Coffee 😖  tastes like sadness v bitter.

Always orders cake pops  3 minimum. 

God help them if they’re out.

Jervis Tetch/MadHatter:

Second to order

Steamed Tea

Chamomile

Earl

Grey

Adores cold coffee

There’s so much syrup is it even coffee anymore..

Cookies or scones are toss ups tho’ 

Always warmed up. 

Is someone rude about the hold up? He fixes that quick.

ALWAYS POLITE

 Johnathon/Scarecrow: 

Last to order.

Group Apologist.

White Chocolate Mochas

Flat Whites

Cappuccinos.

Sometimes Black coffee 3 sugar and cream are minimum.

Also 3 Trenta ice waters… please.

He knows his other crew members don’t Hydrate rather Dyedrate

Sympathetic to the baristas for Jerome’s antics 

Tips SO WELL.

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I love (insert problematic characters name here) but sometimes I also wanna bash their head on a latter in the rhythm of the intro to Down Under.

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can you do somethin smutty with Gotham! Jervis? Like him falling in love with a police officer and finding out she kinda reciprocates his feelings? Ending with a sweet love confession and some love making? You don’t have to if you don’t wanna… <3

A/N: Oh, but, but I wanna anon…I wanna. Sorry if the pacing is weird, it was getting a tad longer than usual so there were some awkward cuts. I hope it reads well but this is some of the softest shit I have ever written…I hope you enjoy it!

Also heeeyyy new header, who dis? This is stupid basic until I figure out what look I’m going for, still wanna rock with the book/paper/tears/rips kinda thing but I definitely wanna keep it simple so I don’t get lost in making this like I almost did this one lol

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content (making out, love bites, cunnilingus, piv intercourse, unprotected sex), mentions of crime, and strong language.

Word Count: 2.2 k

Gotham Mad Hatter x F!Reader - Down the Rabbit Hole

You gasped when you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye…

Damnit quit being paranoid it's nothing! 

You could have sworn you saw a top hat and long black trench coat.

You were hot on the trail of Jervis Tetch and his latest crime spree. Handfuls of Gotham's Elite randomly committing suicide with no records of self harm, suicidal thoughts, or mental health issues. 

It confused you…he confused you. That's what it was confusion after all…not like you were actually intrigued by the hypnotist and wanted to…

No. No nothing like that. 

Witnesses say they've seen the Hatter wandering the Narrows. Likely to take cover after having the heat on him for the past few weeks. You seemed to be the only one closing in on him. Tetch eluded everyone else, yet for you, he seemed to put in the extra effort to make an appearance. 

"Will you, won't you, will you join the dance?" He chuckled gleefully last time you saw him. 

"You won't be dancing when I put you away, Tetch!" You responded sternly. Trying to not let his stunning grin and rich voice lull you to compliance. 

He gasped in faux hurt. "You'd put me away? Tsk tsk tsk no no that just won't do…" 

He appeared behind you,  leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I'll show you one day, my dear. Your world is black and white…right and wrong…but you see it's so much more…it could be so much more…if you'd let me show you…" 

It did sound…extremely tempting. You felt like you've been trekking along on a looping railroad track. A track that made the same stops, the same turns…and despite doing your best…it occasionally broke down time and time again. 

You shook your head again. Trying to shake the intruding fantasy out of your mind. You were a cop, you sought justice even in a city where justice was often thought a joke if not a myth. 

You weren't going to let some handsome highly wanted criminal mastermind get in the wa- 

You just referred to him as handsome. Goddamnit. 

Maybe it was time to call it a night. You decided to head out of the club you were scoping out from and began the walk back to the main street to grab a taxi.

You were walking down a quiet alleyway, a shortcut out of the Narrows when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You immediately spun around on your heel. "Hey! Who the hell?" 

"Good evening, my dear.." 

"T-Tetch?" You stuttered, certain you weren't going to see him tonight. 

"Come now, I think we're past formalities…you can call me Jervis or yours fine are both by me." He grinned. 

"I…I don't understand…" which was true. You didn't understand this case, this man, or just what was going on inside your head anymore. 

You didn't even stop him from resting a hand along the side of your face. He leaned your face up, bringing your eyes to look at his. 

"It's because you're afraid, it's all right to be afraid. Your mind has shifted, for the better I may add." He chuckled satisfied. 

"I thought I knew…I knew what was right and wrong…I do know but it does nothing for me anymore like it used to…" 

You were rambling now, no longer able to keep the troubling and questioning thoughts inside your head anymore. Maybe if you spoke them into existence they wouldn't be so damn loud. 

You were almost to the point of tears. You know you shouldn't feel this way…not towards him…a murderer, a thief, a master manipulator. Yet you feel like he'd be the only one to finally pull you out of this mental fog. 

You felt a leather textured thumb run along your cheek, and Jervis softly shushed you. 

"It's all right, my dear. It will all be all right…again, if you just let me. Let me love you, and show you a world that can be quite the Wonderland." He smiled softly. 

"Y-You love me?" He was always somewhat flirtatious but you never thought to the point of an actual romance. 

"Madly, darling." He smiled sincerely at you. "I've been smitten with you since the start. While this chase has been thrilling…I'm afraid the fun has passed. I just want you by my side."

All of a sudden something clicked in your brain. Like a light switch turned on or a puzzle piece snapping into place. 

Your emotions drove your movements from then on out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his surprised lips. 

You adored him. You loved him. You didn't care. He woke up with something inside that has been wanting to get out. To be who you always wanted to be, not who you were supposed to be. 

Jervis was taken aback, clumsily but quickly wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you as you nearly knocked him back. He was able to recover quickly, and eagerly returned your kiss. 

Before you knew it your back hit brick as he caged you against the wall of a building. His hands came up to your face, almost cradled it. Reluctantly he pulled away, to look into your eyes, he grinned giddily at you. 

“At last, at long last. My darling…" He delicately tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

You couldn't help but smile back in pure glee. How foolish you were to deny this unadulterated elation for so long. For some weak stance on right and wrong or justice and injustice. 

You began combing your fingers through his soft curling locks. "What should we do now?" 

"The night is ours, darling…now that we are together, anything is possible."

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It was also highly possible that you two just ended up back at your apartment. 

If you told yourself before you headed out for the night you would bring Jervis Tetch back to your home. You would have laughed at yourself.

As soon as the door closed you two began quickly swiping off each other's clothes. Jervis had an absurd amount of layers, but you carefully hung his signature top hat on a high shelf. 

Jervis snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You squealed in surprise as he pulled you towards him, he grinned as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You spun around to where you were leading him to your bed. 

Once the back of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell back effortlessly. You dragged Jervis with you in tow by his dark dress shirt you were still working the buttons off of. 

Many heated kisses were exchanged as you two were finally free from the confines of your clothes. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, to his chest, to his abdomen. 

Jervis' shaky breath tickled your face which caused your hands to stop so you could look back up at him. 

"Are you okay?" You whispered softly. 

"M-More than okay, darling." He reassured, as he took one of your hands and brought it up to his lips.

You brought your face forward, gently meeting his lips again with yours. It was his turn for his hands to roam your body.

Long slightly rough fingers cradled your jaw, all he had to do was tighten his grip and he could kill you. Yet, he didn't as his hands slowly traveled downward. 

You moaned into his mouth, where your tongues ran circles around each other. He began softly kneading your chest, occasionally pinching your nipples. 

When you gasped at a particularly sharper pinch, Jervis took the chance from the broken kiss to nestle his head into the crook of your neck and began to pepper kisses there. While simultaneously leaning you back softly to where you laid flat on the bed. 

You giggled every so often where his beard slightly tickled you, but giggles soon melded into moans whenever he nibbled a little harder on your skin. His hands still remained on your chest, even as he kept kissing down from your neck, to your collarbone, and down the valley between your breasts. 

"J-Jervis…" 

He shushed you softly as he kissed the top of your stomach, again causing you to slightly giggle. Jervis smiled up at you, he always wanted to hear you laugh. Whenever he sees you, you always seem troubled and upset about something. 

He was grateful he was finally able to take it all away. 

He slowly retracted his hands away, to put them on the top of your thighs. You tensed at first out of instinct, he smiled again reassuringly, as he kissed the middle of each of your thighs to get them to relax. 

"Y-You don't have–oh!" 

Jervis kissed along your inner thigh until he reached the apex between your legs. Sweetly, he pecked your lower, slightly damp lips. 

"I know, but I want to, darling…" he assured in a hushed whisper, as if he could break you if he spoke at full volume.

You were panting now, on the edge of your seat waiting for what he would do next. You gasped as you felt a warm wet appendage split your lower lips apart. 

"Jervis!" You hissed as his tongue began lapping up your juices that steadily flowed out from you. 

You knocked your head back when you felt slight pressure on the hood above your clit. As his deft fingers went under it and began rolling slow circles around your clit. 

You moaned out his name, as he continued to eat you out like a last meal. Like a man on the verge of death from starvation and you held the rejuvenating sustenance between your legs. 

You could feel your orgasm bubbling just below your gut. Your moans becoming louder and breather signaled to Jervis you were close. 

"No, n-n-no…please.." You begged.

Jervis slowly let up on his assault, slowing his motions to a stop as he pulled back from between your legs. 

"I'm sorry, dear. I can't have you finishing, just yet. I promise…" He brought himself back up to face you, his body caging you in, you were surrounded by him. 

"...it will all be worth it." He whispered into your ear before kissing you hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you moan deeply. 

You felt the head of his cock slowly work its way between your cunt lips. You breathed hard through your nose as he slowly began entering you. 

You cried out his name, breaking the kiss as he was fully inside. What he somewhat lacked in girth he made up in length, him practically hitting your cervix. 

Time and your bodies stood still while you adjusted to his length and he took in the tight grip of your walls choking him. 

Jervis began steadily pulling out of you, but leaving the head in before he rocked himself back into you. After a moment of taking it slow he began gradually picking up speed. 

Wanton cries of his name and moans was all the speech you were capable of as he continued thrusting into you. Along with his groans and pants as he shakingly called out your name…you both made quite the cacophony of passion. 

Your hands clinged to his back, slowly scratching away at the skin on his back in irritated red streaks. He gasped slightly at the stinging sensation. You were about to apologize until he leaned forward and bit down at the skin between your neck and shoulder. 

You groaned more from the pleasure than the pain. You felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen. Your nerves were about to erupt in sensational vibrations. 

"J-Jervis…I-I'm.." 

He nodded. "I know, darling, I know." He leaned forward to kiss you again once more as he pounded into you fast and hard. 

Your panting high pitched moans were swallowed up by his kiss as your body lit up in pleasurable electricity. The tip of your fingers to the tip of your toes were tingling. 

Jervis soon followed soon after. Your walls' vice grip on his cock milking him for everything he's got and more than willing to give to you. 

Albeit reluctantly, Jervis slowly pulled out from you. You felt your combined fluids slowly dripping out of you. 

Completely dazed, you didn't even notice Jervis got up and got a cloth until you felt the textured rag in between your legs. 

A comfortable silence filled the room, as you and Jervis properly got under the covers. You instinctively cuddled up into his side with your head on his chest. His arms instantly wrapped around you, to somehow pull you in closer than you already are. 

Somehow you found a way to break the silence. 

"I love you, Jervis…I'm sorry it took me so long to come to it. I always knew…just kept trying to ignore it."

He hummed as he kissed your head before saying, "I love you too, darling. No need to worry about the past. You're here with me now and that is all that matters." 

You leaned up briefly to meet his lips once more with yours in a sweet good night kiss. 

In the end, you were grateful to finally trip and fall down the inevitable rabbit hole.