#Jervis Tetch imagine

[angelofthenight]

Jervis: we have to think! what would Jerome and (y/n) do in this situation?

Jonathan: you want us to make sex jokes?

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART NINE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader comes to Jervis with a strange request.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You shot me." You say, blunt.

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

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

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

You send him an unamused look.

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

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

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

You sigh at his puzzled complexion.

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

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

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

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

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

He huffs at the dig.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His gaze hardens.

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You look back at him, eyebrow raised.

"...Why?"

"Can you hear the dripping of the faucet?"

You can...Aw, fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

[light-purp-insect]

Palladium (Arkham Jervis Tetch x reader)

Notes/warnings: sfw, noncon drugging, noncon nonsexual nudity, reader is called a girl (Jervis is canonically disconnected from sexuality and gender), reader is called Alice, bathing, light blood mention, whump?

Palladium; a silvery white and malleable element used in machinery and computers. Out of the Platinum Group, it has the lowest melting point and is the least dense.

“Such a silly girl, Alice.” The all too familiar and thin voice sang. High off the remaining Succinylcholine you lay limply in the already dirty bath water. Jervis has removed his gloves and coat to take a rag and wash away the dirt and bloody scratches over your body. “All those thorns must've been terrible, why did you want to play in the garden again?”

Of course you hadn't been playing in the garden, instead trying to escape once again. To no avail, nonetheless and to your dismay. His henchmen had grabbed you before you could truly get through the bushes. You couldn't give him a proper answer, just a loopy mumble of nonsense.

Jervis moved his hands to your legs. The soapy rag burned in some deeper cuts, of which made the Hatter tut at every displeased groan from your throat. “Just behave. We're not done yet, dear Alice.” The rag circled over your calves slowly and methodically. Rose scented soapy water didn't feel as comfortable as it would be if he was here.

Next was your hair, his favorite part of you. A thick glob of shampoo is lathered in his hands before he runs them through your hair and to your scalp. It seems he was going at such a snail's pace just to feel it more. You wanted to pull away, to yell at him or slap him, but instead let out a sluggish huff of protest.

“Hush, dear. Relax for me, just go back to that sleepy little space in your head. I do have to apologize, I didn't mean to give you so much.” He pouted. Rinsing his hands in the water momentarily, he continues, “Nitrous Oxide is so hard to get these days, I hope you can forgive me when you come to your senses.” He carefully tilts your chin and begins to rinse your hair.

Finally it was time for the conditioner, then this session would be over. Unlike the shampoo, he only used a small dollop. He had begun to hum to himself. “After this, it's snuggle time. Maybe I should up that dosage, though…”

[sharksnshakes]

Foggy Mirrors - Jervis Tetch

You can never have too much of a good thing.

AN; more jervis tetch fluff becuase i said so

Wordcount; 507

TW; bathing (reader washes jervis's hair), tooth-rotting fluff, levels of intimacy the likes of which jervis has never experienced

You run your fingers through his damp hair, taking care not to scratch or scrape at his scalp. Below you, Jervis shivers; each pass of your hands has him melting into your touch, though it’s clear he’s trying to stay at least a little on guard. He teeters on the edge of comfort and caution, oscillating between the two as you wet his hair. 

Worrying your lip between your teeth, you lean forward slightly, let your hands fall to his shoulders. 

“Jervis?” 

You’re facing him now, watching his side profile. His eyes are closed. Slammed shut, really, tiny wrinkles feathering out from the corners, like he can’t bear to take a look at the world around him. 

“Hey,” you murmur, voice soft. “Is this… okay? I can stop. Just say the word.” 

It takes a moment, but he shakes his head softly. Steam rises around you in the small bathroom, fogging up the mirror, casting a chalky sheen on the small window that runs along the seam of the ceiling. 

“No, my dear,” he says, voice rough. “It’s quite alright.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.” His voice is quiet, yes, but not the same quiet as late at night or early in the morning once you’ve both woken up. It’s small. Unsure. 

“Try to relax. I’ll make this quick,” you reply, tracing a small circle into the skin where his shoulder and neck meet. 

Jervis shudders. Water laps at the sides of the tub, spraying warm droplets onto your jeans. 

“No- uh, t-take your time,” he stammers, eyes shut. “Please.” 

“You let me know,” you murmur, tucking a stray piece of damp hair behind his ear. With that, you lean back, reaching for the shampoo bottle and depositing a generous amount in your palms. 

After working it into a sudsy lather, you gently place your hands back on Jervis’ head. He shivers again, this time softly, and you slowly begin to spread the shampoo throughout his hair. 

After a few moments, you notice that his shudders are closer to purrs--a glance at his face tells you his eyes, while shut, are no longer full of tension. His lashes flutter softly, the backs of your nails scraping gently at the base of his neck. When he groans softly, his eyes snap open, a red flush blooming on his cheeks. 

You pretend not to notice. It’s more for his sake than yours, and you wordlessly continue your ministrations.

When you start in on the conditioner, gently spreading it along the ends of his hair, you feel him lean into your hand. There’s a comforting weight to him, a familiar scent of spices and firework smoke, but also a trace of perfumed hair product.

The process doesn’t take long. Once you’re sure the product is rinsed from Jervis’ hair, you give his shoulders a final, comforting squeeze, then move to leave. 

His hand finds your wrist and you turn, blinking at him owlishly. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice soft. 

“I… of course.” You glance at the door, clear your throat. "Anytime."

[batman-dc-imagines]

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

[amomentsescape]

can you do soft headcanons with the J squad, please?

Soft! Headcanons with the J Squad

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Jervis Tetch x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Jonathan and Jervis, so I hope this came out to your liking!

Jerome Valeska

He's one of those guys that truly doesn't care what he does in front of people, or what others think of him

Do you want to cuddle up against him in front of everyone?

He'll proudly hold you in his arms

You want to plant kisses all over his face just because?

He happily smiles through them all

Whatever you want, he'll give you

Doesn't matter when or where

And this doesn't change in private either

He loves physical touch, so you're up against his side about 23 hours out of the day

He's also clingy in his own way too

You're using the bathroom?

He just walks right in, no shame

You're getting dressed?

Oh, let him help you with that

He might not admit it, but he likes having eyes on you every minute of every day

As happy as he acts all the time, he does really worry about you

You're a huge part of what keeps him going

Without you, he literally has no humanity left

Jonathan Crane

You are basically his life line

When the nightmares become too much, he grabs ahold of you to reassure himself that he's not alone

When you aren't around, he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, and finds himself engulfed in utter terror

He actually needs you

Even if he wants a bit of space, he needs you in the room with him so he has something he knows is real

During the good days, he's very attentive to you

He enjoys being cuddled up next to you, listening to you talk about random stuff

He also likes when you play with his hands

Physical touch can sometimes be overwhelming for him, but just the softest feeling of your fingers against his helps ground him

There are some moments where he hides himself from you

He's so afraid that he'll hurt you or something will come and take you away from him

But each time, you're there to coax him out of that darkness with a gentle smile and a reassuring voice

He knows deep down that he'll always be able to count on you

Jervis Tetch

He enjoys having a routine with you

Each morning you get up together and have breakfast

In the afternoon, you both share tea and pastries

And at night, you both put on colorful matching pajamas while you read to him

He just really enjoys affectionate time with you

Your arm wrapped in his, the occasional kiss on the cheek or hand, and being entangled in each other's embrace every night during bed

Whenever he has a nightmare about his sister or finds himself going too mad, he seeks you out

You're able to bring him back better than anyone else

He likes to bring home lavish clothing for you to wear

One of his favorite things is playing dress up and watching you try on all the stuff he's gotten for you

And if there's one outfit he finds especially pleasing, he'll take you in his arms and sway you around to whatever song pops in his head

During his low moments, he'll lay against you and ask you to tell him a story

It doesn't really matter what it is, he just enjoys hearing your voice and feeling your chest vibrate against his ear

[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*

(Name): 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.

Jon: You've literally heard it already.

(Name): I HAVEN’T?!

Jon: You're crazy.

[gothamitelove]

Victor Zsasz, Jervis Tetch, & Jerome Valeska (all Gotham) how they would react to you asking them to dance? If they say yes, what kind of dance would it be? Please and thank you:]

sure!! make those boys have fun bestie i support you (and sorry this took so long omg)

victor zsasz: is 100% down to dance. he knows some sick moves he can bust out. really likes dancing in public because he gets to show you off

jervis tetch: likes dancing, but doesn't do it much in public. he'll do it if you're asking, though. he likes more classical dance- think the waltz, stuff like that.

jerome valeska: also Very hyped to dance with you. he gives you a huge grin and says, "anything for you, doll" and then you are off to the RACES my friend. he's a little rough around the edges but he'll make sure you have fun

[skrunckly]

yall, I think the new rogues! the podcast season is a lil different

Original Image:

[finniestoncrane]

Colleagues

General!Scarecrow x General!Mad Hatter x GN!Reader word count: 1k a lil thing for a trade, hattercrow x reader, although poor jervis is just happy to be there lmao 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, some sexual stuff i mean it's me

At the mercy of the two deeply intelligent men, both renowned in their villainy and yet so completely different in nature, you sighed and moaned. Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch were convincing in their efforts to get you to agree to their proposition. What you had at first expected to be something experimental in nature, related to either Jervis’ hypnotism or Jonathan’s nightmare inducing toxins, you had come to realise was entirely sexual in nature, apparent from their immediate devouring of your body once you had enthusiastically agreed to participate.

On either side of your neck, you felt Jonathan and Jervis competing for your soft moans. While his softer counterpart kissed tenderly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he ran his tongue softly along your skin, Crane chose to take a different route to your satisfaction. He bit into your skin, the sharp pain drawing a wincing whine from your lips which he pulled back to smirk at. A deep, gritty chuckle spilled from his throat before he brought his mouth down around you again. The dramatic, vampiric move as he clenched his jaw, open wide, around you, sucking at your skin and pulling the blood to the surface.

With a minute change to his temperament, Jervis tried to match his opponent in the crusade for your affection, or for your orgasm, and began to ferociously nibble at your neck and collar bone. With your sudden increase in subtle moans, the sense of praise, that he was doing something right, made his heart leap. With the burst of adrenaline and confidence, he brought his hand to your stomach, walking his fingers up, running his palm along you behind them, and reached for your chest where he settled flat, feeling your heartbeat.

Standing away from you, smiling cruelly at the way your lips and body tried to follow him, desperate for more of his touch, Jonathan stood away. As he sneered you cursed yourself for allowing him a display of your desire, for offering him the upper hand.

Spurred on by his new sense of dominance, something you had both been fighting for since he had first made contact with your body, he shifted his coat back, exposing a small sheath from which he produced a short but sharp blade. It glinted in the light as he held the handle in a tight grip, pointing the tip into his finger as he turned it back and forth, maintaining eye contact with you as Jervis continued his assault on your neck.

“Fear drives us. It pushes out ability to respond. Accesses a deeper part of our subconscious and tells us things about ourselves that we never really knew. What do you think it might tell you?”

You leaned into the blade, letting the tip of it press into your skin just enough that you noticed Jonathan’s chest shudder in brief panic before he composed himself.

“I think, Crane, that it’s telling me I’m braver than I thought, or at least than you thought. And that what I really crave is the danger. Of you. If you think you can provide me with that.”

With a sly smile he watched as you gripped the back of Jervis’ head, pushing him down to his knees on the floor. Stepping over him and standing directly in front of him with a complete disregard for his colleague’s ability to participate, Jonathan blocked Tetch’s view of your body as he took you completely, but not before you grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled him down to your level. He winced at the sudden jerk in his back. With his nose pressed to yours he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows, a stark contrast to the playful and mischievous grin you wore.

“Play nice, Jonathan.”

You mocked him, teasing him as you licked at your lips, tongue so close to touching him, but ever so slightly out of reach.

“Are you ok down there, sweetie?”

Jervis cocked his head out from behind Jonathan and smiled up at you, utter adoration and devotion in his lopsided grin. His soft nature making him a perfectly submissive treat, happy to be there at the service of two bodies that he found deeply tantalising.

“Completely, absolutely, wonderously perfect.”

“Make yourself useful then, Tetch.”

With a forceful shove, Jonathan reached behind his back and pushed Jervis face against his rear, knowing his friend to be all too familiar and willing to service him. He pulled at Jonathan’s trousers, exposing his lower half to the cool air of the room in the abandoned warehouse. With his cock bouncing free, Jonathan grabbed it at the base and lined it up with your entrance, offering you one final look, raised eyebrows, an insidious grin playing on his mouth.

“Are you quite ready then?”

You shot back immediately, not one to back down from any instigation, and wanting Jonathan to know exactly where he stood.

“Are you?”

With a low growl, Jonathan leaned his head back slightly, enraged that he found himself so desperate, so aroused by your refusal to submit completely, or easily, to him. Jervis on the other hand whimpered at the display of strength, the playful but tense back and forth between you both. This alone was enough to have him bucking his hips ferociously into the air, desperate to find friction, something to rut against. He feverishly delved between Jonathan’s cheeks, tongue firm and strong as he pressed it inside of the tight hole.

Jerked forward by the motion, the head of Jonathan’s cock teased against you and he let out a soft whimper at the sensation, both of them at the same time, taking his body over in pleasure. Furious, ecstatic, he groaned Jervis’ name as you whined Jonathan’s, and pushed forward inside of you, immediately howling in pleasure, the chorus of you and Jervis joining in soon after as you all got into the swing of things.

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

{Jervis Tetch having teaparties with an autistic s/o}

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A few words from author: Hello there guys, long time no see! ^^"

I know I've been really inactive lately, but I needed a mental health break, hope you can understand.

Anyways, I got pulled into a new fandom yet again, so here I present you imagines for the Batman franchise, specifically imagines for Gotham!Jervis. ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Hope y'all will enjoy these, especially my fellow babycakes who are also on the autism spectrum! Tried to include more than just the traits I experience. <3

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Settings: Can be read as both romantic and platonic

Genre: Pure fluff ^^

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Hints of typical Jervis stuff, swear words here and there, and I think that's all ^^

Sidenote: I'm still new to the Batman franchise, and this is my first time writing Gotham Jervis, I'm sorry if he's too ooc (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

Sidenote: s/o can be interpreted as significant other (as in romantic) or special one (as in platonic)

Sidenote: gender of reader is not specified, but I genuinely apologize if reader description leans more into a feminine sense

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~Jervis is not a good man,

~he's very far from it,

~But he can be a decent person if he wants to be,

~and for you, he'd gladly be more than a decent person, <3

~or more like a decent little lovestruck madman

~But only for you, nobody else,

~And so, despite really needing for his teaparties to be exactly that certain way he likes them,

~he does go out of his way to accommodate to your needs and preferences,

~He really wants for you to enjoy his teaparties and be comfortable, ;^;

~You're his Alice after all, you deserve the best!

~And what all that means?

~Well, glad you asked! :3

~First off, if you don't like the cutlery, cups and dishes he uses, he doesn't get upset,

~he lets you bring your own if you wish and need that,

~he respects that, and doesn't make a fuss about it even if he'd literally never allow for anyone else to refuse to use his treasured beautiful porcelain teaparty set,

~that's how dear you are to him, <3

~On another note, if you're like me and don't necessarily need your own dishes, cups and cutlery BUT you do favour some dishes, cups and cutlery over the others,

~and if you do subconsciously create a routine to use a specific pair of cutlery, cups and dishes,

~then Jervis always makes sure you get to use that specific pair on any of his teaparties,

~and he reserves that specific pair of cutlery, cups and dishes just for you,

~No-one, and I mean no-one is allowed to use that specific pair anymore,

~the moment you show you prefer that pair, everyone else loses their privileges to use that pair,

~Now another thing - Safefood and Samefood,

~Jervis is really good at making various snacks and treats for his teaparties,

~so, each teaparty you'll have wide variety of things to choose from,

~and he tends to come up with something new all the time,

~However, if you show you prefer to eat the same snacks at each teaparty,

~and if you show to be uncomfortable or distressed at not being able to get your usual,

~Jervis will go out of his way to make sure that on each of his teaparties you get to have the same snacks,

~Of course he'll also include some new treats too because he himself can't eat the same thing all the time,

~but you definitely get to have your samefood at each teaparty,

~he always makes sure that you do, <3

~Also, if you have any specific safefood, Jervis always includes it on his teaparties,

~even if the food or drink is not that fit for a teaparty,

~Oh, and if you happen to not like some snack Jervis made because of the texture,

~then you won't see the snack on his teaparties ever again,

~that specific snack will be a taboo, ^^"

~Now another thing!

~Jervis likes to dress up for his teaparties,

~he really likes to look all fancy and wonderland like,

~and he would like that for you too,

~but again, if you have issues with wearing more fancy clothes due to them being uncomfortable or something,

~Jervis will be more understanding, and won't force you to dress up for him,

~he doesn't want you to get exhausted and distressed from wearing something that you do not like, ;^;

~After all, his teaparties are meant to be a pleasant experience for you where you can be yourself and feel happy,

~unlike how his teaparties work for others

~However, if you're willing to dress up for him, Jervis will be ecstatic,

~and if you don't have anything that would be that fit for the specific vibe Jervis craves so much,

~just ask him, cuz Jervis has so many costumes for that purpose,

~But don't worry!

~If you are sensitive to certain materials, and if you wouldn't find any good costume for your liking,

~then Jervis definitely would be up to getting you a custom outfit for his teaparties, only made of materials you can stand, <3

~Aaand here goes another thing!

~If you are sensitive to noise, Jervis makes sure that the teaparties are held in peace,

~he makes sure the place isn't loud, he himself talks gently and at a volume you can tolerate,

~he even controls his reactions a lot to make sure he won't startle you or anything,

~which can sometimes be a little hard for him, but he tries his best for you,

~oh, and his men are usually not allowed to be around either,

~they are usually ordered to be in a different room or something,

~and damn, if they ever disturb or are too loud and make you distressed...

~well, I'm sure you can imagine what happens... (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

~However if you are the opposite and you like noise,

~then Jervis goes all out, he doesn't hold back,

~he talks at a slightly louder volume, he's expressive, enthusiastic, impulsive and if wanted, he lets some intense classical music (or maybe a different genre if you ask nice enough) be played in the background,

~and of course he lets you be as loud as you want, <3

~you can talks as loud as you please, you can make noise and stim, no shame, no holding back,

~and if you really are sensory seeking, you're allowed to touch anything that catches your interest,

~sometimes Jervis will even prepare random yet interesting decorations, wanting to see whether or not will that item catch your interest,

~Also if you like crunchy food, then Jervis makes sure you get as much of it as you'd like,

~if your sensory seeking makes you crave physical contact, you get all of it,

~you can sit close and lean on him, you can mess with his hands, trace his face,

~Jervi's favourite form of physical contact is holding your hand and squeezing it, ^^

~and if you like getting your hair brushed and played with, then that also happens a lot because that's the second form of physical contact Jervis simply adores,

~And probably the last thing,

~if you feel like talking, you can talk as much as you'd like,

~you can talk and talk about whatever you want, Jervis will listen intently,

~Jervia adores hearing you talk, especially about your special interest, no matter what it is,

~And just between you and me, Jervis will deliberately ask you questions regarding your special interest to get you to talk,

~and then he just sits back and watches you with a satisfied, loving smile as you go on and ramble his ears off,

~he loves it,

~And well, that's probably all I can say for now, ^^

~Well, how do I end this...

~Jervis really isn't a good man,

~but he tries to be his best self when he's with you,

~you mean so much to him,

~you're his greatest treasure, and he'll do anything to keep you around, ;^;

~I mean, he won't change who he is,

~but he definitely tries to be a slightly better man with you, <3

[angelofthenight]

*Jervis and Jonathan are sitting on a bench*

You: Why do you guys look so sad?

Jervis: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*You sit down*

Jonathan: The bench is freshly painted.

You: …

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART TEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That idea puts you calmly to sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? How?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, and he's ruined the moment.

You groan into your hands as he chuckles, smug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gothicknightz]

mandatory brunch meeting — jerome valeska

MANDATORY BRUNCH MEETING. | Jerome Valeska.

NOTES: possible part 2? 3rd person, reader is female

WARNINGS: pet names.

After Jerome, Jervis, and Jonathan all subsequently caused chaos after their breakout of Arkham, each one had been mumbling about the future plan led on by none other than Jerome himself.

Hours and hours Jerome would hype himself up and scatter around the huge mansion as he concocted an idea alongside Crane and Tetch.

When the day did finally arrive for the Legion of Horribles to gather around for a meeting, she nonetheless was left out of it for safety reasons.

That was, until she heard a very scratchy voice yell.

“Use the tongs, Carl!”

Knowing that it was her boyfriend's voice, she got up, and made her way to the dining room, where Jerome was the last one to notice her arrival.

She sauntered up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close. “So I heard someone making big boy plans without me, hm?”

Jerome chuckled, “Ah, dollface. Ya figured me out, haven't you?” He turned his head to look at her, inhaling her scent as if it were the last time he would. “I'll fill you in later. For now, you should get ready. I've got a big day planned for ya, princess.”

She tutted, a small smile on her face, before getting back up. Humming, she gently scratched the top of Jerome's head, knowing he loved how it felt. “Is that so?” She kissed the back of his head, “Then I'll be waiting, my little ginger menace.”

As she walked back, his eyes were glued on her, a look of endless infatuation deep within his eyes. He had to tear himself away before clearing his throat. “Alright, cronies, back to where we left off...”

[sharksnshakes]

Please - Jervis Tetch (Gotham)

Jervis Tetch has a habit of wanting what he can't have.

A/N; is this a drabble? it feels like a drabble. anyway what if jervis was down catastrophically for you, use of (y/n)

Wordcount; 160

TW; mentions of hypnotism, soft yandere themes, honestly pretty fluffy

“Please,” he murmured, rubbing small circles into the skin of your cheek. Jervis's palms were warm where they cupped your jaw, touch gentle, tender, as if holding on to something priceless.

He smelled of spices and smoke and leather-bound novels, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say you felt safe.

There was no way you truly were--not with the way his eyes kept darting to the table, where his trusty pendulum sat atop the dark wood. It took all his willpower not to put you under his spell: it was written all over his face. Even half-shrouded in shadow; he wanted you to accept him fully, authentically, irrevocably, without any sort of hypnotic influence.

Your mouth was dry. You were blinking at him owlishly. You had Gotham's biggest bad in the palm of your hand.

What a predicament you’d gotten yourself into. 

“Please,” he continued, voice soft, touch comforting. “Let me be yours, (y/n).”

[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