#jervis teach x reader

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Gotham Masterlist

Jim Gordon:

Nothing here yet!

Harvey Bullock:

Nothing here yet!

Edward Nygma:

A Dolled Up Lunatic (Series Rewrite)

Oswald Cobblepot:

Nothing here yet!

Jerome Valeska:

Nothing here yet!

Jeremiah Valeska:

Nothing here yet!

Jervis Tetch:

Nothing here yet!

Jonathan Crane:

Nothing here yet!

Victor Fries:

Nothing here yet!

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Just dug up some Gotham alignment charts I made years ago…

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

PLATONIC! J-SQUAD X CHILD READER (HEADCANNONS)

Warnings ⚠️: IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE, METIONS OF MURDER, ACTUAL MURDER, HYPNOTISM, THREATS, KIDNAPPING, POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED USE OF FEAR TOXIN

JEROME VALESKA:

Welp, good luck, my friend

- You would be one of his hostages who he was planning to kill. Patiently waiting your turn for your fun death. You had an abusive / less than kind family member with you at the time who had forced you to go there.

- When realizing that you two two were a little family unit, he decides to amuse himself a little.

- " Hey, hey you!" He would yell at one of his goons. " Tye them up to that uhhhh. . . That spinning wheel thing. And bring the kid over to me."

- Tying your family member up, Jerome places one of three throwing daggers in your hand( crowching down if you're small) while kind of just coaching you on how to throw them.

- What a surprise for him when not only do you do it without hesitation, but with a small smile on your face.

- That's when he goes, " Alright, change of plans, I like this kid." And immediately takes you under his wing

- There is never a dull moment with this man. There are plenty of bloody and horrific ones, sure. But never dull.

- Will make you kill the rest of your family members or do it himself if you can't. You're his now, and he doesn't need anyone trying to get in the way of that or distracting you.

- Sees himself as more of a mentor figure to you rather than an actual parent. But if you do end up calling him dad, he's not complaining.

- Takes you along with him for many of his usual, murderous antics. No matter how old you are, even if you are on the much younger side. "Best to teach them young," He would say.

- Praises you a lot whenever you decided to join in on the fun and always makes either his goons or his hostages cheer for you.

-If you're more on the socially anxious side, he'll try to put you in the spotlight less often and leave your killings as just some private family bonding time.

- This man CANNOT cook. He would burn whatever place he was staying out down to the ground if he tried.

- Gives you a lot of freedom to have fun and do whatever, but don't think that means you're allowed to leave or disobey him. You're still his protégé and need to listen to what he says.

- If you are on the younger side, that list of freedoms would be much shorter.

- He would want you around his vicinity or next to him and would make some of his goons keep an eye on you if he was busy with something.

- Lots of physical affection and inside jokes from this guy.

- All in all: Getting a child wasn't something Jerome had on his bucket list. But he's not really complaining.

JERVIS TETCH:

- To say this man is obsessive is the understatement of the century

- Spots you in the crowd at one of his performances and chooses you as his willing participant

- You might as well forget your parents now, because he'll have already hypnotized them to walk into traffic or jump off a building.

- Unlike the other two, Jervis will expect for you to see him as your dad.

- Will plan extravagant teaparties with all your favorite teas and sweets. And if you're not a sweets kind of person, then he'll put out more savory stuff like sandwiches as soupes.

- Hope you like fancy outfits, because you'll be wearing a lot of them. But don't worry, he'll try to find some that you're comfortable in.

- Doesn't give you a whole lot of freedom. Especially if you're on the much younger side.

- He'll also just randomly picks you up and carry you around with him if you're small enough for him to do so.

- Will not hesitate to hypnotize you and tie you up if he feels it is necessary. So you nest behave

- Usually reads bedtime stories to you, no matter how old you are.

- In conclusion, this man is obsessive and delusional. So just sit back, relax, and let your new papa take care of you.

JONATHAN CRANE:

-Well, this is rather unexpected. He never really saw himself taking care of a child

- He met you at Arkham: His cell next to yours. And you two would talk through the walls whenever a day was especially boring.

- After a while, he warmed up rather well to you. He starts to see you more as family in a way and immediately gets you out of your cell when a breakout in the asylum starts.

- Keeps you far away from your previous family members if you have any. He wouldn't kill them the first time per-say, just . . . Scare them away.

- The second time, he would be much less merciful. They had their chance and should have listened.

- He doesn't let you get too close to him when he's working on his projects in fear of you accidently getting hurt. But if you're an older teenager, he would ask if you would like to try and face your fears.

- He wouldn't force anything, though.

- You see him more as an older brother type figure rather than a parental one.

- Agian, if you are older, he doesn't really let you participate in his antics and usually lets you stay home if he trusts you. But will just bring you along to watch if you're much younger.

- A decent cook all things considered. Not the best by any means, but at least it's not a burt piece of charcoal.

- Will sit and talk with you whenever you need it. He's a pretty good listener.

- He can also get really protective a times, no matter what age you are, and will not hesitate to fear gas somebody.

- Not the best when it comes to physical affection. But will give you some if you want it.

- Although you entering his life was unexpected. Jonathan has found himself enjoying your company a lot more than he ever thought he would. It's probably the only thing good that ever came from being trapped in arkham.

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BTAS Dork Squad and also Penguin (all separately, no poly this time) have an s/o who falls incredibly ill and is bedridden for weeks. One particularly bad night, they're sitting at the bedside while their s/o is unconscious. Suddenly, an appropriately unsettling (or completely normal looking) apparition of your choice appears in the room with them. There's no question what's happening: The Reaper is here to stake their claim on the sickly s/o. But Death can be swayed. Or beaten. How do the boys react to the situation, and how would they save the reader?

BTAS Dork Squad (plus Penguin) x Reader

How ominous! They'll really have to figure out how to save their beloved! First time writing for BTAS Penguin, very exciting <3

TW: Discussions of death, religion mention

BTAS Mad Hatter

Death appears as a gentleman in fine attire and top hat. Like something out of a storybook. The only indication that he is Wrong is when he takes off his glove and reveals the skeletal bones of his hands.

Oh, no no, this simply won't do! Jervis covers your body with his, covering his face and his eyes to wash the vision of death away! Despite living within his fantasy, he's still somewhat rational. This is because of stress. Chemicals and wiring misfiring within his brain-

Yet he feels his lovers body grow cold and he whips up, looking at the Reaper, begging him to stop. The flush goes back to your feverish cheeks and he realizes this is all too real.

"What could you want? I have nothing to give of consequence!" Jervis doesn't exactly think he wants money or jewelry. Or mind control devices...

"I want them." The Reaper states, "That is what I came here for. Nothing more." Jervis wraps himself tighter around you, refusing to sit idly by- and he notices something about the gentleman. His hat is beaten. And worn.

Jervis waves his hand, "Perhaps! Perhaps I could interest you in a bit of haberdashery! Some fine fixing, as it were!"

His skill in the smallest of mechanics has given his hyperfixation for Alice in Wonderland themed clothing a definitive boost over the years. The finest threading.

A deal is made. Jervis fixes the Reapers hat and you would not be taken at this time. Through the night as you slept through fever and rattling cough, Jervis moved nimble fingers tight and steamed and molded...

In the morning dawn, you woke up. Jervis told you he was exhausted, crawling into bed with you. His fingers had several bandages and when you asked, he merely says "We had a guest in need of a hat fixing."

BTAS Scarecrow

While at first he's incredibly doubtful of the existence of this foul creature, the skeletal shadow it reaches over you makes Jon a believer. Is this some... punishment from God? Some reckoning for his past sins of wreaking fear into the hearts of man?

Is he meant to suffer his very worst fear as recompense? Is this Hell?

It is not. It is merely a trial of some sort. Death sees a chessboard and expresses interest. He'd been teaching you and playing you in the moments you were awake. Perhaps Death would like a game? A wager?

Jon is not a gambling man. What this figure might not know is that Jon has played two of the most brilliant minds in all of Gotham during their stints in Arkham- a former neuroscientist and a certified genius.

Even Death has their psychological tells. They're difficult to read, but Jonathan has had practice. Little twitches, both of them analyzing the board.

The shambling ghoul that sits across from him has no facial features. Yet, Jonathan can sense they want to win desperately. Not from wanting you, though that is a bonus. No, rather, it's a nagging fear of losing.

And that is what he needs. Faking the Reaper out, allowing them to think they've gained an upper hand for Jon to yank it out from underneath at just the right moment. Risky, but feeds into the fear and makes Death sloppy.

"Set. Match." It takes almost an hour, but Jonathan manages to beat the Reaper. His hands are trembling. His brow sweating.

Death shakes with rage and points to you in bed, "I will have them... But... not today. And one day... I will have you, too. I will not forget this." Then he disappears.

Jonathan falls asleep at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up. Your gentle hand in his hair makes his eyes flutter and you look... better. Sweet, sweet relief.

BTAS Riddler

"Oh Jonathan, if this is your idea of some tasteless joke-" it's three a.m., how did you even get in here? Edward has so much security installed, this is ridiculous- it's when the figure passes his hand over you and your skin turns a hypoxic blue that Edward panics.

You see, Death heard of a genius who made games. Self-proclaimed smartest man alive. Death has always wanted a challenge... and what better wager than the soul of one you love? Cruel, perhaps, but he's been called that many a time before.

Edward immediately takes him up on it. He'll beat you at your game, ghoul. Or, crudely stated, Game ON, bitch. With his grandiose intelligence and stratagem... Unless this spectre is somehow Batman in disguise, Edward knows he's going to win. He has to.

It's an ancient game, one Edward hasn't even heard of. Lost to the ages, Death says. It's rules and playing pieces mere ash except for what Death himself has kept. And it's rules are numerous and complex.

The playing board represents a sort of river styx. Appropriately, perhaps, the goal of the game is to wade your way out of the river before death and the other souls can take you. So it's timed as well. One player is Death. The other is the poor soul trying to escape.

"And I never lose." Death says. Edward merely responds, "Well, you've never played me."

The game lasts five hours in length. Death has an hour glass set that Edward watches in horror as each grain reminds him how close you are to dying. What he truly has to lose. But he can't let his emotions run wild.

The idea of never seeing you smile or laugh at his witticisms again- to croon and tell him you love him and that he's your genius. It spurs each moment on as he falls to what feels like constantly shifting rules.

The Reaper asks Edward as only minutes remain, "You are a man of riddles. Here's one for you: I have a beginning, but no end and I end all things that begin. What am I?"

They both know the mocking answer.

With moments to spare, The Riddler beats the game. He practically flips over the board, cheering and being generally smug. He waits to see Death's reaction.

He laughs. Waves Riddler away before shaking his hand, "Good game."

He'd heard right. And so you live through this sickness. Edward looks forward to making you laugh for years to come.

BTAS Penguin

The figure who approaches your bedside is no private doctor or nurse. Penguin questions her, his eyelids swollen from worry and stress. Her smile, at first serene, moves to a grin too wide for her face. Penguin aims his umbrella at her and finds the bullet does nothing.

She is Death and she has come for your soul. Merely step aside, little man, for it is not your time yet. She talks to him as one would a child, adding insult to injury.

If he cannot wound her, he instead begs, "This isn't right! They have done nothing! Commited no crime other than gracing me with their affections!"

"The good never last for long. We both know that." Death responds.

Penguin offers everything- gold, jewelry, the finest cloth and diamonds one could ever want! Is it money? He can give you money, he has it! Everything in his account!

"I will not be satisfied with paltry mortal things." She says, "You need to accept these things. They'll happen to you, too. The rot. The cold-"

Oswald panics. The one person who ever truly accepted him. Someone he's told everything to, even his darkest secrets. The person he wants to grow old with...!

He stands in front of you, tears in his eyes. She tells him to move. He refuses. She looks annoyed.

With his last shot, he tells her, "Then take mine if you won't be satisfied, you corrupt banshee!"

That... makes her pause, "You would give your soul? For theirs?"

He nods. Of course. Take the damn thing! What would be the point of it if you died like this? He has no need!

And so she takes his face in her hands... and begins to pull his soul out from his body. Its agonizing like this, when he's so alive. It's painful, but he accepts it-

Until she stops. And sighs. Rolls her eyes. She frowns, "You've taken all the fun from this."

And suddenly she's gone. And you're coughing awake, telling Oswald that you just had the strangest dream. He cries as he holds you.

[gothamitelove]

Hi hi!

How are you doing? I hope your doing well ❤

I was hoping that you could do a platonic yandere btas dork squad x monster child!reader

The dork squad live together in a base where they conduct experiments and live together, one day when going back on of the members finds a little child with blood all over their mouth, they look behind the child and see a body of a man with his stomach practically ripped open.

They decide to bring the child back and yk raise it

Maybe the child has a mouth like mileena from mortal kombat?

Drink and eat lots of good stuffs!

❤ anon

hi anon!! this is cute im not even gonna lie rn

jon probably finds you first, and he brings you home because 1) you're a kid, he can't just leave you out there and 2) you already show so much potential. you're going to terrorize gotham when you grow up and it'll be such fun to watch

jervis is the one to clean you up. he hums to you and fills the air with his idle chatter and promises to read you alice in wonderland as a bedtime story

ed is the one who is a little fucking skeptical about this and not immediately taken with you, but as soon as you show him any sort of affection, he's done. down for the count

jon absolutely coaches you in the art of scaring the fuck out of people

jervis will teach you the best ways to poison people

and ed buys you weapons for your birthday. or any other occasion he can think of. here's a huge fucking hammer go nuts

most protective parents on the planet.

seriously if some kid is mean to you and YOU dont kill them, THEY will

and if you do, they defend you on it. you must've had a good reason after all

parenthood really does change people (it makes these guys worse)

[montimer]

Heyyyy- hope you don’t mind two requests but if you do I wouldn’t mind you just doing one or none-

Jervis Tetch x English-Learning! Reader

Established relationship- you can choose reader’s native language. Reader def has heavy accent- would shyly nudge Jervis when they need help with a word- I can see them getting excited and speaking fully in their native language then getting upset cuz no one understands them. But otherwise reader is just a bundle of joy

i'll do this one first. Im sorry its short

Jervis Tetch x English-Learning!reader

Gn!reader, native language isn't mentioned

He'll help you whenever he can. He is so happy you trust him w/ this.

He loves your accent and love to hear you talk in your native language. Even if he doesn't understand. He'll reassure you when you get upset.

He'll hunt down anyone who says anything bad about ur accent or spelling. "How rude of people!" He says coming back to you.

He would like it if you would teach him a bit of your language. He likes listening to ur voice and he can learn more about you! Its a win for him.

When you nudge and look shyly at him for help, he thinks you are so adorable. He will explain the words meaning and help you spell it. In a way you understand ofc. He won't use bigger words if you don't get it.

He won't get mad at you, no matter what. He knows it's not easy to learn a language and he will be so proud of you when you learn something new.

Also he loves how joyful you are anyways. He himself is usually full of joy, even more when hes around you.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ELEVEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader deals with the consequences of her actions, and tries something new.

⋆ 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) TBH this chapter is mostly fluff as apology for my absence. Jervis and reader getting that dance. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. (Guys, he's falling harder!!!) Soft Jervis. Jim and Barbara are tweaking out. RIP selina's faith in reader. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader struggling with revenge and feelings. Reader and Jervis are still in their friends to lovers era. 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,

♫ “As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine / When we dance in my living room.” Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

"Mr. Tetch, this is awful." You pick and prod at your clothes, face buried in your hands, referencing the dead man in front of you.

Jervis had hypnotized a man for you to practice on. It was simple; in his own words, perfect practice makes perfect, dear. He wanted it to be an all immersive experience. Besides, the two of you weren't even sure he could be hypnotized.

As soon as Mr. Tetch had released the man from his spell, the man had begun to kick and scream like a child, banging wildly on the doors. You watched Jervis purse his lips in annoyance before urging you to do something. It was like a mother bird teaching a baby bird how to fly. Just one little push.

Yeah, that didn't work. It was like screaming over a fire alarm. The mans cries were blaring. You felt embarrassed and frustrated, and Jervis looked the ladder as well. He took a handgun on the table and shot the man in the head in seconds flat. The cries abruptly stopped.

It didn't bother you. You'd seen your father and mother shoot many a men before.

Jervis clicks his tongue, and shakes his head almost theatrically in response to your previous words.

"Terrible business." He sighs with faux-sympathy, a grim look on his face. You watch him kneel over the dead man and feel his cold neck with the back of his palm.

"What are we going to do now?" You stare at the man and his now dead eyes. Jervis stands up in a swift movement, kicking the body with little regard. He scans over your stressed expression.

"A simple enough issue to resolve. It would do you good to calm down." His voice is soft-spoken, and his eyes never stray from the way your hands fidget.

You huff, but you nod. "So, are we just gonna throw him out the window?"

"Indeed." Mr. Tetch looks as though gears are turning in his head.

He grabs the corpse by the arms. "Help me carry him, won't you? He's quite heavy."

You roll your eyes and get to work.

"I guess I'll need to find someone else to practice on. Any ideas?" You ask, still focused on the issue at hand. This has to work.

"Patience, dear." He tuts, lifting the body out the window. Both of you look down into the streets below. He smirks a bit as he turns to face you. "Perhaps we could find a certain policeman to practice on."

You groan. "Not my dad. Not yet, at least. Remember? We have a plan. Out of the two of us, you're the impatient one, Mr. Tetch."

"Of course, of course." He muses. He was expecting your defiance.

You two toss the body out the window, and a loud thud resounds in the distance.

He stands by the open window, watching the body crash into the ground.

After a moment of silence, Jervis tilts his head towards you with a quizzical look.

"Might I request something of you?" He speaks, careful.

"Yeah, what is it?" It takes you by surprise how willing you respond to him and his questions. It should feel wrong, but it just feels casual.

"Might you ever consider referring to me as anything other than 'Mr. Tetch'?"

His eyes sparkle with curiosity as he tilts his head expectantly. He looks at you intently, watching closely for your reaction.

You blink at him. You hadn't noticed.

"...Like what?"

"My first name, perhaps?" He places his hand over his heart and gives an exaggerated bow, like some character from an old play. It involuntarily makes you smile. "Jervis, at you're service. 'Mr. Tetch' is what one calls their teacher. Wouldn't you prefer...to be my friend?"

"You are my teacher, though." You counter, still amused. "You're teaching me hypnotism."

He eyes you with a look of exasperation and mild fluster.

"We are both outlaws, aren't we? Not students and teachers. If I am to call you Y/N, I would ask you refer to me as simply Jervis." Something twists in your stomach as being referred to as an outlaw. Maybe you're more like your mother than you thought.

"Fine. No promises that it sticks, though. I kind of like it."

"No promises needed."

He nods with a slight shrug. You glance out at the city streets of Gotham, taking a moment to think. You two can hear the distant sounds of cars and pedestrians echoing through the city. You perk up your ears, hearing the sound of music in the distance. It's an older love song, and sounds like it could be from the early sixties. How Gotham. You listen to the singers voice croon.

Jervis's eyes dart in the direction of the music, and he seems to recognize the song.

You watch his lips quirk up into a smile, reminiscing about old times. But he quickly shakes his head, seemingly pushing the thoughts aside. He approaches the window curiously, intrigued by the sound of the music.

"I don't believe I've heard that song in a decade. How nostalgic."

In between the fear of turning into your mother, and the anxiety of harboring with a fugitive, you aren't quite sure why the words fall out of your mouth.

"Y'know, some time ago, you promised me a dance." You whisper, looking up at him, hopeful.

At your words, his eyes slightly widen. He glances over at you and raises an eyebrow, a flicker of something akin to hope in his eyes.

"Ah, I remember. Well, you've certainly earned it, my dear," He says with a smile, offering you one hand. "A dance then, if you would permit me the honor. A bit of distraction would do us good."

Your fingers intertwine, and he gives your hand a soft and gentle squeeze. Despite the chaos of the night, this moment feels almost... peaceful.

Jervis holds your hand up to his, and places his other on your waist, gently pulling you closer. The music continues faintly in the distance, setting the mood of the moment.

"Follow my lead," He murmurs softly. You feel your cheeks burn at the close proximity. Why is it that every time you touch him, it feels like electric shocks going through your body?

At his words, you do as he says. You step in sync with him, and there's something comfortable about the way he holds you. "Where did you learn to do this?"

He leads you slowly around the room in a pleasant dance, each step in time with the rhythm of the distant music.

He smiles gently and chuckles, a soft warmth in his expression. It feels strange to see him look so carefree. He glances down at you, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his.

"I learned the basic steps years ago, as a small child," Jervis explains. "And over time, I've picked up the rest. It's quite simple when you've had as much time as I have," He adds with a playful grin.

You snort. "Yeah yeah, geezer." You stick your tongue out a bit at him, happily accepting the strange calm of the night. The words do make you wonder, though. Is he truly comfortable with...this? Staying with a girl half his age? You briefly wonder if he thinks of you of more as a daughter, or a young pupil, and the thought somehow elicits a pang of hurt in your chest.

His light laugh makes all your thoughts disappear. As you spin back to him, he pulls you a little closer, your body gently bumping against his. The feeling is far from unpleasant.

"I'm not that old," He replies with a grin, "Watch your tongue, dear Y/N."

Your smile deepens, and his eyes slightly sparkle as he looks down at you. There's a moment of quiet before he asks you a final question.

"Did I ever tell you how lovely you look in that dress?"

"I seem to recall you telling me I looked magnificent." You remind him, feeling tingly from his every touch. You can feel the goosebumps on your arms, and blame it on the breeze from the window.

"That is correct," He replies, his tone sincere. "I meant it, you know. You are magnificent. More so than any person, creature, or thing I've ever seen."

There's a subtle look of admiration in my eyes as he continues leading the dance, though the two of you have significantly slowed down.

"Where is this coming from, Jervis?" You ask, but you know. From the first time you'd met him in the club. There's a pull to him, something inexplicable. Not to mention the night outside, the city lights...the music. It's the way his first name slips out of your mouth for the first time in forever.

Jervis looks down at you with a slightly puzzled expression, a warmth in his eyes. He pauses dancing and pulls you closer, both his arms wrapping gently around your waist. You two have fully stopped. He looks deeply into your eyes, voice soft and earnest.

"I admire you," He mutters quietly, my fingers softly tracing your back. "It is hard for one to not feel romantic when the city is in such a state, and in particular when they dance with someone quite so lovely."

Romantic. There it is. You swallow the lump in your throat, and curse yourself for feeling it too. For feeling that pull to him, the man who tried to kill your father, the man who shot you. What could he possibly admire about you?

You pause, and lightly push him away. You fight the urge to sigh. "It's getting late," You whisper. "We'll try again in the morning. Find someone else to experiment on, yeah?"

His brows furrow, but he nods in understanding, a bit of disappointment in his expression. Yet, he still takes your hand and raises it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss to it.

"Very well, my dear. We'll start afresh in the morning."

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and lets go. His eyes linger on you for a moment, a thoughtful and melancholic expression on his face.

You make your way to your room quickly, grabbing your phone off the dresser. You rub your temples and read the notifications. It stings, seeing the red icons pop-up one after another.

Twenty-two missed calls. You cringe, swiping up.

Ten are from your father. Five are from your mother. Four from Tabitha. Three from Butch.

You don't look at the text messages, knowing you'll simply receive a string of "Where are you?!?" and "Please let me know you're safe."

Everything seems to irk you. You're safe. Mr. Tetch wouldn't hurt you.

He did shoot you, that voice tempts you again. But it seems easier to push out this time. He did shoot you. But haven't Tabitha and Barbara shot at each other? Your own father and mother? Love, if you can call it that, has always been fucked in Gotham.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you hear your window hatch click. You look up, but don't turn around. You already know who it is.

"Y/N?" Selina calls, "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You attempt to compose yourself. You miss dancing with Jervis right about now.

"He hasn't tried anything, has he?"

"No. Its fine." You finally turn to see her, and you squint at her. An idea pops into your head, and you find yourself stepping close to her. A part of you hopes this isn't terribly unethical. "Hey, Selina..."

She looks at you, and you nod to the lift cord on the blinds. It clacks against the wall consistently with the breeze.

"Do you hear that clicking?" You ask, crossing your fingers. She seems to zone out, offering you a side-eye, before focusing on the noise. Her expression becomes deadly neutral.

This is the farthest you've gotten. You fight the urge to high-five yourself.

"Take off your goggles. No questions." You say, soft. You'd never make her do anything she wouldn't do normally. She's not an enemy. She's not Jim Gordon. She's your friend. This is just a test.

She goes to do so, arm lifting...before stopping herself.

Fuck. Ah well, you tried.

"Why?" The life returns to her face, as well does the judgey expression. You quickly offer a laugh. This is still amazing. It's proof. It can be taught! And you can learn! You almost want to squeal.

"I don't know. I want to wear them." You come up with the lie on the spot, adrenaline filling you. You watch Selina roll her eyes. She believes you.

She playfully throw the goggles to you. You put them on with a chuckle. Everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to go to plan. Everything is going to work out.

Hopefully.