#mad hatter one shot

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

My Papa Thinks You’re Pretty » Jefferson

Pairings: Jefferson x Teacher!Reader with Grace

Summary: Graces gets her dad (Jefferson) a date with her teacher (the reader).

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Have a great weekend, everyone!” You say to the class.

Everyone shuffled out of the classroom as you packed up.

“Papa!” Grace says, running up to Jefferson.

“Hey sweetheart! How was school?” Jefferson asks, hugging her.

“Great! You have to say hi to Miss. Y/L/N!” She says excitedly.

“Grace, I don’t think—” He was interrupted by Grace.

“There she is!” She pointed at you. “Miss. Y/L/N!” Grace shouts.

You looked at her and smiled, walking towards her and Jefferson.

“Do you need something, Grace?” You asked, looking down at her.

“No. My papa wanted to say hi!” She smiles.

Jefferson smiles and started blushing uncontrollably.

“Hi, Mr. Hatter.” You say with a smile, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Call me Jefferson.” He shakes your hand. “How’s Grace doing in your class?” He asks.

“Amazing. She one of my star students and my favorite.” You say, smiling down at Grace.

“That’s great.” He smiles.

You three stood in silence for a moment until Grace broke the silence.

“My papa thinks you’re pretty.” Grace says.

Jefferson’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. You smiled and blushed.

“Your papa is handsome.” You tell her.

“You two should go on a date sometime.” She suggests.

“Grace, she’s probably busy.” Jefferson says.

“I’m free tomorrow night.” You smiled. “Pick me up at 7pm.” You say.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.” He smiles.

“It was wonderful talking to you guys, but I have to go home and grade papers. I’ll see you Monday, Grace and I’ll see you tomorrow night, Jefferson.” You say with a smile.

Jefferson smiles and nods as you walked away.

“Remind me to thank you tomorrow.” Jefferson says to Grace.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[march-harrigan]

Could you do Arkhamverse! Jervis with a S/O, preferable female, whose kind of like a catwoman figure? Not the whole cats thing but she’s very seductive and flirts her way into getting what she wants. She takes a deep interest in Jervis? Like she is always complimenting him and has a smooth tone when she talks with him, and she tries to impress him with her looks? She want something from him she just wants him to love her?

GASP! I managed to write a drabble with over a thousand words? What is this witchcraft! Anyway, I hope you like it, anon! Sorry for the long wait on this one.

It had started so simply. A wink in his direction here, some honeyed words there. But you hadn't expected his reaction to your flirtations to be so… Cute. The way he'd blush, eyes owlishly wide as he tried to parse your intentions. At the time, it had been business as usual for you. A way past him when he caught you with the loot he'd planned on claiming for himself. But that first time he could only manage a surprised squeak in response, you'd fallen for him.

Perhaps that's why you'd been so sloppy and left the spoils of your little escapade behind. You didn't even want it anymore. No, the prize you were after from that moment on was something far more valuable. All you wanted now was his affection.

You saw a lot more of him after that. Whether it was coincidence or subtle planning on your part was anyone's guess. Either way, the result was the same. You'd bump into each other, his eyes lighting up when you greeted him with a smile. That recognition, that immense joy on his face as you strolled towards him would always make your heart flutter. And each time, you'd fight down the bubbling feeling in your chest, flirting as confidently as you ever had.

Many of your fellow rogues seemed to assume it was him doing the planning, of course. That after getting a taste of a woman's attention, he was obsessed and arranging these encounters with you. And when they'd find out you pulled your usual temptress routine, they would warn you. "He'll get the wrong idea," they'd say. And each time, you'd reply with only two words.

"Will he?"

If anything, you worried the opposite of what they warned you against. That he wasn't getting the message. That the routine you had developed with him was too much like the usual coquettish tactics you'd use in your capers. That despite the overwhelmingly positive response you always got from him, the real sincerity of your feelings wasn't getting through. Tonight… Tonight, that would have to change. Tonight, you would visit him in his own hideout.

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True to form, he was making tea when you arrived, just now taking the kettle off the stove. How fortunate that he had already placed it on the counter before you came in through the window. If that startled expression was anything to go by, you had given him quite a fright and you didn't want him spilling boiling hot water on himself.

"Sorry to drop in unannounced, sweetie. I didn't mean to scare you," you drawled, a smirk in your voice as you lazily placed a hand on his shoulder. The way his body stiffened and then immediately relaxed at your touch was all too familiar to you by now. You sauntered your way around the shorter rogue and leaned down, draping your arms around him from behind. "And how is my favorite Hatter doing this evening? Hm?"

"Oh! W… Well," he trailed off on your name, certainly not seeming to mind when you tilted his hat ever so slightly to one side and gave yourself room to kiss his cheek. A stuttering, blushy mess, this man. You couldn't help but adore that about him. But as much as you got a kick out of his reactions, you gave him a moment to regain his composure afterwards. How else could he answer your question? "I'm… I'm assuredly doing quite well, my dear… Especially now that. you are here."

Ah, the rhyming. Not something he always did. But when it happened, it was just another of his little quirks that you loved.

"Really? Well, I'm happy to hear that I have such a positive impact," you chuckled, now fully allowing your head to rest on him. The feeling of proximity earned a contented sigh and a large, dopey grin from Jervis. As with every meeting prior, he had quickly become putty in your hands. And yet, as always, you had no desire to shape him. No, you wanted only for him to understand that you loved him. And hopefully, for him to love you in return. So tonight, you'd decided now or never, that it was time to open up heart to him. Dropping the seductive tone, you spoke once again. "There's actually something I wanted to discuss with you. Could we sit down?"

Maybe it was the question, or perhaps the shift in tone. But something had brought him back to his senses and he was now looking over his shoulder at you.

"Of course, of course! Right this way," he beamed, turning and taking one of your hands into both of his. Before you could even react, he'd led you to the table and pulled you into one of the chairs. Just a moment more and he was seated near you. His elbows on the table and his face resting in his hands with the look of a man already listening intently. In this moment, you were the center of his world. "Now. What is it you wanted to tell me, my dear?"

You didn't answer right away. Your journey to the table had happened so quickly that it took your mind a moment to catch up with what had just happened. But soon enough, you adjusted yourself in your seat and began. "I… Guess it's no secret we've been seeing a lot of each other lately. And that I've been flirting with you for quite a while now."

"Oh, yes, yes! Don't think I hadn't noticed, you naughty minx," he agreed. That same goofy grin from before plastered itself across his face as he reached over and gently booped your nose. Perhaps you'd been wrong. Maybe he'd known all along that your intentions were genuine… Or not, judging by the way his smile faded into a pout. "It's impolite to tease, you know. It makes me miss you when you go."

"But I'm not teasing!"

You'd blurted it out almost too quickly. And now his gaze on you only intensified, like he was waiting on you to elaborate. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as, for the first time, you realized you weren't as good at this sort of thing as you thought you were. Still, you knew you had to say something. You knew you had to try. And so with a deep breath, you spoke those simple words that you'd wanted to say to him all along. "I love you, Jervis."

It was impossible to gauge his reaction at first. The way he froze, still as stone. He would assure you it wasn't a negative reaction if he only could, but it was all he could do now to just process the words you'd just said. Love. You loved him. It was only the growing concern on your face that brought him out of it, allowing him to replace his blank, wide-eyed expression with a growing smile. "You… You love… Me?" he questioned, praying that he had heard the words correctly.

"I do," you confirmed. There wasn't a single note of hesitation in your voice. Worry at what he might say, but not hesitation. You'd finally said it and you were sticking by it.

There was another beat of silence, but it was soon broken. A small giggle from Jervis that erupted into a fit of melodious laughter, warm and inviting. The Hatter sang your name in reply. He couldn't recall a time in his life that he'd been happier than this very moment. "My dear, why the troubled face? What reason is there to fuss and fret when it's so plain to see that I love you too!?"

With that, he leapt out of his chair to pull you into a hug. And as he held you close, you realized that it was your turn. For once, you were the one with the dopey, love drunk grin on their face.

[abbatoirablaze]

Mad As A Hatter, Jefferson

Word Count:  1.1k

“You know, you don’t have to stay here the whole day!” she smiled softly as she looked at the boy who was slightly older than her, “most people would find this quite boring!”

“Oh, I don’t find it boring at all,” he offered up, dreamily staring at the young woman in front of him, “ho-how did you manage to come to this sort of trade anyways?  I mean most girls in the kingdom usually become a maid, or work on the farm…but how did you-“

“My grandfather,” she mused softly, cutting him off as she barely spared him a glance.  He looked at her wondrously as she seemed to be off in her own little world while making adjustments to the hat that she was working on for one of the wealthier men of the kingdom, “he used to love spending hours upon hours down here, working on and creating the latest styles with hats.  And well, mum was off working in the castle, so I always spent my time with grandfather.”

“You didn’t have to start working on hats though!”

“It was a way to bond with him,” she smiled as she pressed the velvet on the interior of the hat, “it was a way for him to teach me something useful, and for me to have another connection with him.  Grandfather was a quiet soul…”

“I’m sorry about your loss…by the way!”

“Ca-can I show you something, Jefferson?” she asked, her eyes finally lifting from her work to meet his.

He nodded dreamily, “You can show me anything…”

“Come here,” she asked, patting the bench beside her, “I-I want to show you why I find creating these types of hats so magical.”

“HATTER!”

Jefferson barely jumped anymore at the beck and call of the kingdom’s wealthy clientele.  He kept working fastidiously on the piece that he was creating for the queen.  She had demanded something, and quite honestly, Jefferson grew worrisome, not knowing if he could deliver.

He had remembered the first time he couldn’t deliver.

It nearly drove him mad.

“You catch on fast, Jefferson.”

Jefferson felt his cheeks heating up as she lifted the hat from the mannequin head and examined it, “do you like it?”

“It’s well pressed…” she commented, observing the hat, “and the edges are practically perfect.  I think you might be a better hat maker than me, Jefferson…”

His blush deepened across his cheeks and began to work down his neck.  She put the hat down and stroked his cheek.

“I’m glad I could help you!”

“You’re too good to me!” she cooed softly. 

Jefferson reached out, his hand caressing the swell of her stomach, “I’ll always be good to my girls…”

She sighed and leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a tender kiss.  The young hatter wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her to his chest.  She giggled, breaking away from him, “what are you doing?”

“We have time for a break, do we not?”

“Jefferson, I-“

“What is this?”

She backed up, heart in her throat as the woman stepped into the shoppe. 

No, not any woman. 

The queen. 

“My queen…I j-“

“I didn’t ask of you,” she spat, shooting a glare at the young man, “You…boy…who are you?”

“I-I am Jefferson.  Husband of-“

“Girl?” she asked, cutting Jefferson off, “is he your husband?”

“Y-yes my queen…”

She huffed, and sucked in on her cheeks, “where is my hat?”

Jefferson’s brow furrowed as he looked between the two women.  There were obvious similarities between them, the likes of which he knew better to question when the queen who was notorious for taking heads was still in the vicinity. 

“He-here your majesty,” she offered pointing to the very hat that Jefferson had just finished, “y-your tailor sent over the exact specifications that you required of it.  We-“

“THIS!”

The screech that came from the queen’s mouth made Jefferson’s heart turn to ice. 

“Y-yes your majesty,” she frowned, her brow creasing with worry, “your tailor-“

“It’s repugnant!” she hissed, “GUARDS!”

Guards funneled into the small shoppe, “Wait…please your majesty-“

“Take this hat maker to the castle,” the queen demanded, “see to it that she’s put into my quarters…and you, hat maker-“

“J-Jefferson, my queen…” he said nervously.

“You will make me a better hat,” she hissed, tossing the hat at him, “if you do not, it will be your wife’s head!”

His heart felt like it had been in his throat for the past six months while he worked day and night, nearly working himself mad, trying to figure out what to do to make the hat fit within the queen’s specifications, and be something that she liked. 

And when he had been called in front of the queen of hearts, his heart felt like it was frozen in place while he awaited her judgement.  His wife was held in something that looked like the stocks, off to the side of her throne room.  A piece of rope wrapped in fabric keeping her mouth shut. 

But worry began to fill Jefferson’s heart with dread as he noticed that the contraption she was in, wasn’t stocks. 

It was a guillotine. 

The large red and black blade seemed to be hiding above the draped curtains; an attempt to make it seem less threatening.

“HATTER!”

Jefferson felt like he was on edge.

He jumped at the screeching of the queen’s voice and turned to her. 

She was perched up on her throne, giving him a very unamused look.

“I hope your latest attempt is better than that of your first,” she taunted, “for the sake of your wife.”

“I-It is, my queen.  I-“

“Where is my hat?”

Jefferson reached to his side where the mannequin was holding the latest project.  She sighed as he lifted it, and he wasn’t sure if it was something that she liked or disliked. 

Handing it off to her, she turned it in her hands once more and sighed, “I suppose it will do…”

Jefferson felt relief flooding his heart. 

His body visibly relaxed as he looked to his wife, the smallest of relieved smiles working its way across his features.

“But you forgot to inform me of your marriage to my daughter, hatter!” the wife said suddenly, poison lacing her voice, “and my granddaughter.”

His eyes went wide, and there was the smallest of whispers filling the court.

“Y-your daughter?”

She scoffed, “where else should I have kept her safe?  My castle, where people would attempt to poison her?  I thought I could trust the old man and my lady in waiting…but I suppose that’s why I took their heads not too long ago.  They couldn’t be trusted.  It’s sad that my own daughter couldn’t be either.”

“My queen!”

“GUARD!” she screamed, looking to the woman in the guillotine, “OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Jefferson screamed, racing towards his wife, but it was too late.

He fell to his knees as the blade dropped.  A second later he heard a heavy thud.  And when he looked up, her lifeless eyes were staring back at him, as her head had rolled to meet him, stopping him entirely before he could reach her corpse. 

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Don’t Talk about Jervis... (Batman villains x Reader)

Oswald tended to speak his mind when it came to individuals like Jervis. It was clear he didn't think very highly of Jervis at all and even went as far as to speak to Jervis as though anything he said would have gone forgotten within seconds. Jervis, however, didn't take too kindly to that...at all. 

Jervis had came up with a plan the moment he heard Oswald utter how he was looking for his money that you owed him but had yet to see you. The Riddler wasted no time approaching now that Jervis had stopped you whilst you were working. 

"Jervis..." Edward warned. "Oh hush! I won't hurt the little rabbit!" Jervis scoffed at the scowling Nygma. "I just need to borrow you and you don't mind do you, poppet?" Jervis grinned at you. He received no response, only your confused expression. "That's definitely not how consent works." The Riddler mumbled but shrugged it off. There wasn't really any stopping Jervis. There was certainly no reasoning with him. "We're teaching our little bird friend a lesson!" Jervis exclaimed. The Riddler rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

Jervis dangled a pocket watch in front of your face. "Look at the pretty watch, my dear." You complied but within a matter of seconds you exhaled, relaxing and staring off in a trance. "I want you to copy my every move without so much as thinking about it." Jervis grinned.  "Ah, just in time for the show." He smiled as he saw Oswald come up behind you. "Oi, you owe money. You said you'd have it for me today." Oswald stormed up to you. You looked over your shoulder as Jervis peered around you. "Let's dance." Jervis grinned. "Jervis-" The Riddler went ignored. Your eyes shifted back to Jervis, locking on his own as he moved his shoulders. Barely a second later, you followed along. "What...what the bloody hell are you two doing?" Oswald raised an eyebrow. Jervis' hips moved too and you followed suit. "Eyes on me, darling. Ignore the mean the evil bird man. Just stick to the plan." Jervis grinned. "Jervis as hypnotised your employee, Oswald." The Riddler explained. "Bloody-! Jervis, knock it off!" Oswald snapped. "They owe me money!" "My dear, why don't we talk to Mr Cobblepot in a language he understands." He smiled. In unison the two of you smiled at Oswald before giving him the middle finger. The Riddler covered his smile of amusement with his hand. "Oi! Why you-" Oswald protested but went ignored as Jervis beckoned you to follow him with his finger. "Come with me, dear." You obliged. Jervis led you out the building, leaving a stunned Riddler and Penguin. "He can't just-!" Penguin gawked. "He just did." The Riddler replied. "I don't think he'll give that individual back for a while. This is really why you shouldn't insult him to his face. You know it's there's always a chance he's actually in touch with reality." The Riddler remarked. "Shut it!" Oswald snapped.

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Some things I loved about Once Upon A Studio (in no particular order):

Tinkerbell and Mickey interacting as dual mascots

The long-shots following characters through the studio (most notably from Peter Pan to Moana)

TREASURE FREAKIN PLANET

Everyone in that elevator was a character with little patience

The robot from Meet the Robinsons! I forgot his name 🥲

MILO THATCH FROM ATLANTIS

Gaston singing to himself about himself

The Mad Hatter making puns

Tiana correcting Pinocchio that the photo was happening right now and not tonight

Prince Charming losing his shoe on the staircase

Prince Eric’s dog stealing Prince Charming’s shoe and Charming yelled “Eric! Get your dog!”

Cinderella shouting “go Max go!”

Jiminy Cricket being the last solo during the group cover of When You Wish Upon A Star

The first Disney Princess singing with the last Disney Princess (and also Mulan who represents the middle of the Disney Renaissance)

Feed The Birds from Mary Poppins playing in the background of Mickey looking at Walt’s photo 🥲

Mickey saying “After you” to Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (Oswald was Walt’s first character, so everyone in this lineup came “After Oswald,” including Mickey)

DID I MENTION TREASURE FREAKIN PLANET BTW

Belle and Beast singing together 💕

Winnie The Pooh!!!! And all his friends of course!

Don’t think I didn’t see those Black Cauldron characters lol

The 101 Dalmatians watching that one Chernabog animation and being warned that they’ll get nightmares XD

Kronk

Quasimodo’s beautiful singing voice

Minnie covering her eyes in the boy’s bathroom

The dog from Oliver & Company (I forgot his name 🥲) driving around with Vanellope

Tarzan and Jane!

KIDA FROM ATLANTIS

Timon calling Olaf “frosty”

Genie helping Olaf while making a joke (🙏 Robin Williams)

Lucille from Meet the Robinsons drinking coffee with the tea gang (that Cogsworth was berating)

BOLT! :D (you can also see Penny in the crowd at the end)

The brooms from Fantasia!

THE SKELETONS FROM SKELETON DANCE

Absolutely zero Pixar characters 😔 this is a Disney Only event

There’s a LOT to talk about in this short but this is just a simple list of things that I really liked :3

I hope someone on YouTube makes a list of every cameo cause I wanna see them all identified

Also I didn’t see any references to A Goofy Movie so if anyone happens to find Powerline in the crowd or something lemmie know

Edit: I’ve been informed that A Goofy Movie was straight-to-DVD and therefore doesn’t qualify as real Disney 😔

[havendance]

Anyway, my proposal for a run on Detective Comics where I write a series of one-shot stories showcasing all of the various supporting cast Batman has accumulated with stories, including, but not limited to:

Batman invites Nightwing to Gotham to help him solve a murder. The murder is very straightforward and they dance around the real reason Bruce invited him, until at the end, he finally admits in a constipated Bruce way that it's the anniversary of him adopting Dick and he wanted to spend time with him.

Huntress and Robin (Tim Drake) team up to investigate Killer Croc. It turns out he's turning over a new leaf in the sewers near the Marina. Huntress is dubious, but Robin convinces her to give him a chance, though she says she'll be watching him. We re-canonize Joker: Last Laugh.

Damian and Duke team up to take on a street-racing operation--a mission that naturally requires them to do some high adrenaline racing together.

The Riddler gets on social media with a plot that involves lots of puzzles and clues all over Gotham. Oracle taps into old members of "We are Robin" to take it down.

Batgirl (Stephanie Brown) and Batman end up on the same missing persons case. With the pressure on to find the missing child, they snipe at each other as tensions rise. In the end, after saving the kid, Bruce sort of kind of apologizes in a Bruce way and expresses some measure of respect for her.

Jason teams up with Ghostmaker to take on, idk, one of the Clayfaces. Does Gotham still have one of those? I haven't read any comics ghostmaker's in yet, but from I've heard it sounds like they'd have an interesting dynamic. Jason gets flashbacks to digging his way out of his grave.

Luke Fox recruites Harper Row (She does engineering stuff right? I also need to read comics she has a significant role in.) They take some new tech for a joyride and go bother the Penguin.

Batgirl (Cassandra Cain) and Azrael team up to take down Mad Hatter. He probably has some elaborate Alice in Wonderland theming going on that neither of them get. (I think neither of them should have read it.)

Batwoman and Catwoman team up to steal back some Kane family heirlooms, possibly from Jacob Kane (What's his and Kate's relationship looking like anyway?), possibly from someone else.

Gotham Girl and somebody. Me advancing my Cass & Claire agenda Possibly Oracle trying to rehabilitate her in that controlling yet well-intentioned way she has sometimes? Someday, I will get to being more up to date on what Claire's status quo in current comics is.

A handful of representatives from Gotham's various crime families get together in the backroom of a bar somewhere. They play poker and exchange stories of being busted by the various bat-affiliated vigilantes in which they are very scary and almost inhuman. It ends with Batgirl (Cass) busting in and beating them up.

Helena Bertinelli takes a gig as a substitute teacher at Gotham Academy. She teams up with Maps & other supporting cast when Mr Freeze takes the school hostage while trying to escape the police.

[itsss4t4n]

How long is Forever? - Harry Hook x daughter of alice in wonderland

Headcanons but the longer version of this post:

a/n: this is based more on tim burtons aiw adaptation as it is the only one that i know, and i might have misremembered some of the story/ characters so i apologize if its inaccurate to wonderland or its characters in any way. I got way to invested in creating the character and story and almost forgot that that wasnt the point. At some point i think the character just completely changes and i low key hate it. Im really bad at writing headcannons instead of full fledged fics.

Trigger warnings: fighting, she /her pronouns used, slight angst toward the end but happy ending, not proofread

-being alices daughter you are considered kind of weird by the aks, (think luna lovegood), you are kind of dreamy and constantly in your own thoughts but you still have a very strong own opinion on everything. You say what you think even if others might not like that. 

-You also have a very different sense of style than most girls in auradon. You played alot with different colours and textures always looking slightly crazy (you took inspiration from your godfather, the mad hatter). Your blonde hair was cut to a short messy bob with short bangs, and always changing coloured streaks throughout.

-you dont have the same view of good and bad as most others , and you dont think the vks should be judged by what their parents did and immediately try to befriend them and continuesly defend them

-when mal runs away to the isle you insist on joining the other vks and ben, as you do well in new and different invironments and later because you are an incredible sword fighter, your mother having thought you all she knows, just in case you ever needed to fight a jabberwookie type beast yourself.

-Due to your personal style not being very auradon, you didnt really have to disguise as much as ben when going to the isle. 

-On the isle you felt surprisingly comfortable, as you liked the weird and almost liminal athmosphere that it had 

-the first time you met harry was right after bens kidnapping, when harry came to tell you all about it.

-Harry has this theatrical almost a little eccentric way of talking and moving, which intruiged you pretty quickly. Of course , You didnt like or trust him, he did just kidnap one of your best friends, but you were intruiged non the less.

"And who is this little lassy?"

You told him your name with a glint of interest and mischif in your eyes. "Daughter of Alice in Wonderland."

"How interesting."

"I was just thinking the same thing. Whats your Name?"

"Harry Hook." He introduced himself with adramatic bow, before making fun of jay and barking at carlos.

- The other three had watched the interaction in confusion and wonder. They knew you were a little odd but seeming this confortable with harry after knowing what he did to ben?

"What was that?!" 

"What?" 

"Dont be nice to hook! He just kidnapped your best friend!"

"yea.. But he is quite interesting." And as an afterthougt: "and kind of pretty dont you think?"

"NO! Concentrate please. He is the enemie alright?!"

"Yea whatever, lets go tell mal about this shit."

-You go with Mal and evie to see dizzy, and instantly get along.

-Later while Mal and Uma are talking (singing), you cant help your eyes from glancing over at harry every few seconds. He did look good, with his red coat, the old silver jook on his left hand, and the messy black eyeshadow around his striking blue eyes.

"He is really beutiful dont you think?" That question was mostly directed towards evie who just shot you a dissapproving look. "I'm just saying. purely aesthetically."

-You simply shrugged and watched the situation continue to unfold, swordhand on the hilt of your sword at your side. When the fight breaks out you stand against harry. For better of for forse.

"Hello Pretty boy." You raise you swordand get into a defensive position.

"Wonderland girl."

-You kept making little comments about his looks and his sword fighting which he of course returned in his own flirty way. You quite enjoyed going back and forth like that. Witty comments, smirks and flirty smiles, and fighting more for show at this point instead of actually trying to beat each other. Trying to make this surprisingly pleasant moment last as long as possible.

-until you heard an urgend shout of your name from Mal.

"Sorry in advance." In a quick movement you snatched harrys hook and threw it down into the water. Before a shoked Harry can jump after it you catch his arm and talk to him in a slightly hushed voice.

"I really hope this wasnt our last meeting pretty boy." Before running off with the others.

-You dont see each other again until Audrey turns evil, but you do still think about harry. Is it stupid considering you met like twice and he was you enemy? Yea. Did you care? not really. He was georgeous, funny, good with a sword. Your dream guy. Except for the fact that he was supposedly your enemy. but then again when had you ever cared about that kinda stuff.

-His black lined blue piercing eyes were burned into your brain.

-In the six months until you saw him again you had become mal and bens unofficial bodyguard, spening most of your time with them or with evie, your sword has taken permanent residence at your side, only taking it of to sleep or shower and even then it was always in grabbing distance. Mals paranoia about uma had actually started to get to you.

-You are at evies house when audrey shows up and spells mal. You join them in going back to the isle to retrieve hades ember.

-When your bikes get stolen you cant help but smile at the sight. Yea its shitty but he is still beautiful.

"Pretty boy!"

He drawls you name in his scottish accent and you mentally swoon.

"Thats my bike!"

"Oh yea? Come and get it back then." Before driving of.

-You run after them (except mal and celia ofc),and at one point you split upbecause the boys on the bikes did so. You follow harry and when the others are out of sight he slows to a stop. You catch up to him with a grin.

"Nice to see you again Hook. I was hoping we would meet again."

"I was too Lassie."

-The next 10-ish minutes are filled with flirty banter and tales of what happened in the last six months. It felt like you've known each other for years (as clichee as that sounds). 

-You almost forgot why you were there until you heard jay shouting your name.

"Where are you, Mal got the thing come on."

You quickly turn to Harry again.

"Go! Before they see you and make it a whole thing."

"What bout your bike?"

"Keep it pretty boy, i doubt the others got theirs back so it would be weird if i did."

With a last sly grin harry leans towards you "I will see you again very soon." 

Before you could question what 'very soon' meant, he had already driven of. 

Just in time because Jay and the others turned the corner behind you.

"There you are! What are you doing? come on!"

"Sorry. Was chasing after the bike." You Give them a small smile before walking past them. "You coming?"

-To say you were surprised when harry and gil jumped through the barries after them would be an understatement.

"Pretty boy?!"

"'ello Darling. we're just coming for a wee visit" 

-You tried , just like evie, to get the two groups to work together. Harry mostly walked next to you or Uma. At some point you hung back so he culd walk in between you and doesnt have to kep switching. He caught up with uma but still kept the constant flirts towards you up.

-Everyone was really confused on why you two seemed so good and almost comfortable around each other, not to mention the flirting. Evie was the only one who knew of your little crush so she send you a few knowing smirks.

-During the knight fight you and harry fought as a team. Incedibly well might i say. 

-You were somewhat enthusiastic about evies icebreaker idea, enjoying the idea that the two groups could finally work together.

"Harry great accent."

"Shes right. It is a good accent."

-The flirting just wouldnt stop, comments thrown at each other, bumping shoulders while walking, even brushing your hands against each others on occasion. You had joined the boys in looking for ben.

"To make sure jay and harry dont kill each other."

-Gil doing the icebreaker and bonding with jay. 

meanwhile you and harry in the background:

"We should do that icebreaker pretty boy."

"oh yea?"

"Yea. You've got really pretty eyes."

"And you are really good with a sword lass." His hook just slightly gracing your cheek before something in gil and jays conversation sparks his interest.

-When finding ben you had immediately pushed harry behind you and unsheathed your sword out of instinct. Jay has to pull both of you out of bens way because both of you got distrcated by how close you were standing to each other. After making sure ben was alright you made sure harry was too.

(instead of flirting with jane he flirts with you)

"Well well well, thank you for trying to protect me there darling." The hook was under you chin this time.

"No problem pretty boy." You smirk back.

Ben had his little freak out. Jay and carlos had one too for slightly different reasons.

"when did this happen? you and hook?"

You just shrugged and started walking off.

The boys just looked at eachother thouroghly confused.

-After everyone reuniting and you secretely updating evie on the harry situation you all made your way to fairy cottage. When you found chad you had to half hide in harrys shoulder to hide your laughter because god was it good to see chad taken down a few pecks like that.

-Then Mal dropped the bomb. Closing the barrier forever. You couldnt believe it. You were always a firm believer in the vk programm. And you had honestly hoped that even if harry etc were send back, they would get out someday, or you might go visit them. You considered them freinds at that point. But now that wasnt possible.  You tried to comfort harry and uma in some way but it was to no avail.

"Im so sorry you guys... I didnt know." You had tears in your eyes yourself.

"Dont worry about it Darling. Its nae your fault." Placing his hand, his actual hand, on your cheek for a second, to wipe away the tear that had fallen. Before he walked of with uma.

"Harry....."

Mal was shocked to see your tears at the fact that harry was leaving. she had absolutely no idea this was a thing. It wasnt really. you didnt have enough time for it to actually become a thing. You watched harry and uma leave before evie walked up to you to hug you. 

She talked to mal but you didnt want to listen.

suddenly there was a bright light before it went dark for a bit. When you came to again, Mal was gone. It didnt take you guys long to piece together what must have happened. so you went to find mal.

-You and harry were both incredibly relieved to see that the other was okay. *cue big hug and an almost kiss that turned into a kind of awkward cheek kiss before another hug * 

-Harry announcing that he is actually going back to the isle felt like another punch in the gut. Again that sounds dumb considereing how little you actually knew each other but you didnt care. 

-Harry and you talked before he left. He gave you one of his rings "so you wont forget me darling". So you give him one of yours "then dont you forget me either". *cue more crying and hugs, between all of you *

-Mal announcing that the barrier will be taken down during the engagement party was the best thing that couldve happened to you at that point.

"Looks like you get a chance with your pretty boy after all." Evie.

Uma to harry on the isle: "Now you can get your pretty girl, pretty boy." While bumbing his shoulder.

As soon as you could spot eachother on the bridge you ran into each others arms.

-Kith

-like a lot of em

-Your friends from both sides were incredibly happy for both of you.

[daemonmage]

I keep thinking about this AU where Bruce just stays in college and becomes a doctor but still gets dragged into the superhero world.

Ok so Bruce is a doctor and is known for never turning down a patient because he’s still Bruce and he just doesn’t want anyone to die. He still lives in Gotham which is still a horrible place. He still tries to help Gotham by donating and creating his Wayne foundation but it’s hard because the inherent corruption in Gotham hinders anything he does this way.

The mob is still super active in Gotham and a lot of Batman’s rogues still happen because a lot of his rogues just happen with or without Batman. Poison Ivy still becomes an ecoterrorist. Penguin still becomes a powerful mob boss. Mad Hatter is still just the worst. Tommy probably still tries to kill Bruce. Just so many of Gotham’s rogues still exist, except there is no hero to stop them in Gotham. People try, but Gotham is never kind to any hero. Bruce is immensely frustrated by all this but he can’t really do anything. Hell sometimes Lesly’s clinic (cause I feel like he would work there) gets harassed and extorted to help heal mob members and crime wars. He hates this a lot but he’s trapped. He doesn’t have Batman training or gear, the best he can do is help where he can.

However there are still other heroes in this world and Superman is literally just a quick flight away. The JL forms without a Batman and they see Gotham as a powder keg. So they try to help when they can and sometimes they get injured. It comes to a head when a Metropolis (Lex Luthor specifically) and some Gotham rogues team up to get rid of the main hero pain in their necks. Lex creates kryptonite bullets and disperses them to the Gotham rogues to use. Lex sees this as a win because he can get Superman killed without doing much and the Gotham rogues see this as a win cause they have a big weapon against Superman.

So Superman gets shot at with kryptonite bullets. They aren’t the best so they hurt him but only one really makes it through and hits his skin. He has to call in back up and the JL comes to help. I can image Wonder Woman or Flash getting there first. They have no idea what to do because holy shit Superman was shot. That shouldn’t happen! But they’ve heard of this doctor in Gotham that’s supposed to be really good. Maybe Oliver or Dinah suggest Bruce idk. So they take Superman to Dr. Bruce Wayne.

Dr. Bruce Wayne is at his manor with Alfred and a young Dick Grayson (because I firmly believe Bruce would still adopt the kids) and then there is a knock on the door. Alfred goes to answer and in barges the Justice League with a bleeding Superman. Bruce is immediately on his feet barking orders to the JL to get equipment he can use and telling Dick and Alfred to stay back. He doesn’t know what’s going on or how freaking Superman is bleeding out in front of him but he doesn’t care. Bruce realizes quickly that the bullet is cause Clark more pain so it can’t be a leave the bullet in there scenario. He gets the bullet out and asks the JL how to help Clark heal. They say sunlight helps but this is Gotham! It’s polluted and over cast all the time, he won’t be able to get enough sunlight. Bruce remembers a sunlamp they have from a science experiment for Dick. He tells Dick to go get it and they pray that it works. It does by some miracle, though it’s no substitute for actual sunlight.

The League is grateful for Bruce and Clark is also immensely grateful cause holy shit he got shot. The Justice League has to now figure out how these bullets got out in the first place and well Bruce can’t help but be nosy so he mentions that a few of his patients, the mob ones, let it slip that the higher ups got into contact with someone in metropolis and Bruce knows Lex hates Superman. So he helps them out a bit too.

And after that any time they need help with some medical issue they go to super doctor Bruce. He’s also still Bruce and can’t ignore his detective brain so he helps them with mysteries too from time to time. Idk I feel like this still needs more fleshing out but I think it could be funny. Or sad. Or both.

[two-sibyls-tall]

two-sibyls-tall official (dc) fic rec list:

OFFICIAL WARNING: FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD, READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU READ THE FIC

these fics are all ones I have reread many times- therefore each fic rec has a short summary afterwards that I wrote based on which scenes I randomly remember and want to reread so future me can find it easier.

miss me? - Jason came back to Gotham and attempted to torment his old family with his presence. Three of them have been mourning him so much that they don't even realize he's not a hallucination.

successor - Tim finds out who the Red Hood is early, and accidentally solves the whole problem.

Obedience - When captured by the Mad Hatter, Tim is chipped and forced to comply with any order that he's given. The batfamily doesn't notice for over a month.

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress - Oh no. The Waynes keep getting kidnapped. Hopefully the Justice League will help, since Batman is an urban myth and all.

problem solver - Tim's been stuck in a time loop that resets at 1 am, so he's not particularly worried when he kills Damian at 12:59. Then the clock hits 1:01.

one step forward - Jason has slowly been reintegrating himself with the Bats. Unfortunately, Dick doesn't seem eager to forgive OR forget. Dick thinks that maybe his hallucinations of Jason are getting out of control.

In This or Any Other Universe - Dick Grayson travels to the Batman (2022) universe with just enough time to pull Bruce's reputation out of the dirt and catch a circus performance.

Baby Birds and Bat Caves - Tim Drake has found a way to the Batcave! The other tunnels that he passes with lazarus pits, forgotten gods, and concerning mushrooms are a fantastic backdrop for his new haunted radio show.

Call and Response - The Bird Call is a series of identifying whistles used by the Batfamily to check in without needing comms. The Bird Call is later used to bring a wayward Robin home.

Asimov’s Integral - Robot!Tim is NOT family- he’s only allowed in the Manor for as long as he helps fix Robot!Jason. Bruce keeps forgetting to tell him that’s no longer the case.

The Second Son - All the Waynes have been kidnapped in civvies. Oracle contacts the only vigilante in the city, Red Hood, to help them.

!! Shameless Self-Promotion Time !!

i've watched you so long, screamed your name - Timothy Jackson Drake was shot and killed at 8 years old. Six years later, he becomes Robin.

^^ This fic is one I wrote! From this fic you can go down two roads: The series 'my mind turns your life into folklore' focuses on Young Justice (yj98 from the comics, to be clear) and how they find family with a few supernatural perks. The series 'can't turn back now, i'm haunted' focuses on the Batfamily and their path to discovering that Tim is a ghost.

[timdrakescoffeecup]

(Updated Sometimes) Tim Drake Fanfic Masterlist

cw's will not be included, so make sure to check the tags. also might include some jason fics too

Bang, bang by Ididloveyou_once

Tim asks Jason to teach him how to use a gun. (One shot, funny)

The Long Way Home by itsnatalie

Tim and Jason get trapped in a labyrinth that shows their worst nightmares. (Multi, angst, hurt/comfort)

like falling water by naheka

Dick crashes at Jason's place, hopped up on fear gas. (One shot, funny)

Bet on it by Lysical

Damian needs Jason's help to hide something from Bruce. (One shot, funny)

Deliver Yourself by forestgreen

Jason adopts his younger self. (Multi, angst)

Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Tim is five years old when he drowns in his parents' pool. He dies quietly, waiting for parents who love him, but will never be there, to realise that something is wrong. They never show up, and he sinks into oblivion.

When he wakes up and claws his way out of the water, the sun has set, and the lights of his house are on. He is cold and wet and his lungs burn.

But most of all, Tim is alone. (Multi, angst)

Home by sElkieNight60

Tim forgets who he is. (Multi, angst)

Late Night Langoustining by whaleofatime

Jason adopts a lobster. (One shot, funny)

two against the world by carolinaa

While following Batman and Robin, Tim finds a puppy. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Like a Hinge, Like a Wing by Ultrageekatlarge

Tim blackmails Batman into helping him arrest his murderous uncle. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

See Life As a Worthy Opponent by TriviasGhost

Tim goes to a universe where he never existed. (Multi, incomplete)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks

What the comics neglected to cover after Bruce returns from being lost in time. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Obedience by Sohotthateveryonedied

Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so.

But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted. (One shot, angst)

To an Athlete Dying Young by SonoSvegliato

A series detailing Tim’s ascension to Robinhood, with angsty Red Hood vigilantes in the background. (Multi, angst)

Matters of the Heart by DM (Nyerus), Nyerus

Kon need's Tim's help with an investigation in Metropolis. Feelings ensue. (Multi, Timkon)

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy) by lurkinglurkerwholurks

“Everyone’s fine. You don’t need me anymore. I told you, Bruce. I told you I’d stay until you didn’t need me anymore.”

“I’m sorry. I stayed too long. I should have... I shouldn’t have waited so long." (Multi, angst)

occam's razor by Beatrice eagle

An in-universe reddit thread about Jason's death. (One shot, funny)

To Try, To Err, To Try Again by theLiterator

Tim knits Damian a present. (One shot, wholesome?)

let's get mischievous by CreamofTomatoSoup

Tim's friend gets possessed by Dionysius. (One shot, angst)

Whoopsie by MichaBerry

Tim forgets to tell that he lost his spleen. Oops. (One shot, angst?)

Latchkey by goldkirk

Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.

Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird nextdoor neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there. (Multi, hurt/comfort, this is a MUST READ for timfics)

Trouble Magnet by strikeyoucolors

"It's like you've been synchronized into passively hostile acts against Tim. Did he do something? Were you brainwashed? Because I now have a son who has been crushed, had his face broken, and been shot. All incidences of friendly fire. " (One shot, funny)

Echoes of You by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

Milk white skin beneath the mud, black hair hanging in muddy clumps around his ears. Blue eyes staring back at him, animal-bright and dilated in the brief moment before he flinches back from the light with a cry of pain that stabs through Jason to the soul. (One shot, angst)

A Simple Life by RenaRoo

Tim Drake is living a simple life in one of the worst parts of Gotham. He makes the best of it, though. He makes for himself the only life he's ever known...

He thinks. (One shot, angst)

The Wound Begins to Bleed by audreycritter

Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around.

Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother. (One shot, brotherly bonding)

Hey, Lawman! by dinolaur

Tim goes MIA during lunch. (One shot, funny)

Gotham Banksy by LananiA3O

After finding out that he remains unavenged, Jason returns to Gotham, but instead of deciding to kill Bruce, he decides to channel his rage into a more creative endeavor: spray-painting Gotham until the message is loud and clear to everyone: fuck Batman. (Multi, angst)

Breaking News: Local Teen Given Intervention For Normal Behaviour by yellowrooster

Tim ends up in an alternate dimension where he's considered a drug addict. (One shot, funny)

Bay Through Hell by GordandV

Tim is mermaid. (Multi, AU)

Hot Dog, French Fries by eggmacguffin

Damian tries to hide that he's been hit with a truth serum. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

What happens in Vegas by Ididloveyou_once

Tim and Kon get married in Vegas, while drunk. (Multi, timkon)

Quarter past midnight by Aaren

Instead of being found by Talia after crawling out of his grave, Jason becomes a nurse. (Multi, canon divergence)

(Un)Wanted by Mika-chan (mikarin)

Tim gets kidnapped. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

A Midafternoon Beetdown by whaleofatime

Jason cosplays as a organic farmer. (One shot, funny)

Liminal Space by Calamityjim

Bruce's habit of collecting strays isn't limited by dimension. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Can't Stay Down (a Documentary) by SonoSvegliato

Tim gets his tonsils removed. (Multi, funny)

Surveillance by smilebackwards

Tim is a civilian who contributes to crime fighting by taking surveillance photos and leaving them on the desktop of the Batcomputer. (Multi, found family)

Chemistry of a Car Crash by anthologia

Tim gets into a car crash. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

Bet It all On Red by centreoftheselights

Instead of becoming enemies, Robin and Red Hood form an alliance. (One shot series, canon divergence)

False Dichotomy by heartslogos

Red Hood calls Red Robin's bandoliers "super convenient idiot handles". (One shot)

don't take you guns to town by kreestar

batman comes home from a night patrolling to find a 10 year old jason todd waiting for him in his kitchen. across gotham, at the same time, red hood is stopped by a 25 year old bruce wayne. (One shot, angst)

Stubborn by audreycritter

When your butler mom calls and says, "Go check on your brother," you don't argue. You just do it. (Multi, sickfic)

I'm Just Fine by girlgeekjf

After rescuing a group of kidnapped children, Tim reflects on what he could’ve done better. (One shot, hurt/comfort)

A Christmas Miracle by Mithen

Damian and Dick go undercover to bust a child-kidnapping ring whose members dress up as Santa Claus. (One shot, funny)

Confidence Lost by C_R_Scott

Everything about Neal Caffrey’s past prior to his 18th birthday is a mystery, even to him. However, when someone unexpectedly recognizes him by a name that he has never used as an alias before, he learns that the biggest con of his life is literally his life. (or, tim is neal caffrey from white collar) (multi, crossover)

Exit Wounds by incogneat_oh

Did you hear this one? A vigilante walks into a warehouse and kills the joker. (One shot, angst)

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You) by lurkinglurkerwholurks

Five times Jason saved his siblings, and one time they saved him. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Normally People Pass Out After by WriterfromGotham

Tim donates blood. (One shot, angst and fluff)

In Living Memory by DangerBeckett

Jason remembers why he stays out of other people's business. (One shot, angst)

Set My Mind To Wandering by Tabithian

Tim goes on a vacation. (One shot series, angst)

A Little Bit of Sunshine, A Little Bit of Rain by ohwhatevrewhatevr

For once, Tim is happy with his life. (One shot, fluff?)

American Ninja Worrier by DangerBeckett

Tim hires a ninja intern. Jason becomes concerned. (One shot, funny)

The Wrong Boy is Breathing by heartslogos

Tim visits Jason's grave all the time. (One shot, angst)

Jason Todd: The Not-So-Outlaw by GoAwayOlivia

Jason Todd isn't what Batman made him, he isn't what the Joker made him, he isn't what the League of Assassins made him, and he isn't what the Lazarus Pit made him. He's his own person and he's taking himself back, one home renovation at a time. Also he might just make friends with the people who are supposed to be his brothers while he's at it. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

The Art of Conversation by glassgoblin

Robin needs to talk to a friend, but everyone is a little busy. (One shot, angst)

Road Rage Robin by heartslogos

"I’d be doing humanity a favor.” Tim grinds out, “And I would get away with it. I could totally get away with it. I’ve done worse.“ (One shot, funny)

How to be a male Batgirl by Blackjay27

There are many ways to help Batman and Robin, but no matter which universe he's in, Tim's method will always end with him in a costume on Gotham's rooftops. (Multi, canon divergence)

I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus by pupeez4eva

It’s Christmas time, and Damian is on a mission - to stop this ‘Santa Claus’ fellow from molesting his older brother. (Multi, funny) (this fic is so funny it made me cackle out loud)

Favourite Strangers by SpiritsFlame

It's been six months since Bruce's actions led to the death of Superman. (One shot, crossover with the movies?)

show me yesterday, for i can't find today by indent

Then: The year is 2013. Jason Todd is alive, fourteen years old, and about to follow Sheila Haywood, his birth mother, into the hands of the Joker. All he wants is to save her life.

Now: The year is 2018. Jason Todd was dead. But now he's a nineteen year old vigilante about to take down the latest C-Lister rogue. Unfortunately for him, its a rogue that specialises in time-travel technology. And what starts as an easy takedown...ends as a time travelling phenomenon.

The two Jasons swap places. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Retrograde Motion by Lysical

All Jason wanted was a case that was simple, clean, and far away from the latest mess in Gotham. Magic wasn't the Outlaws' area of expertise, but they soon found themselves investigating a dark wizard with a penchant for organ harvesting.

When an accident on the case leaves Jason as a clueless seven year old with a memory that's spotty at best, what else can his team do but go to his family for help? (Multi, hurt/comfort?)

anglerfish by envysparkler

Robin was having a horrible night even before the Red Hood showed up. (One shot, angst)

Tso'ape Mumbichi by keeptogethernow

Tim is Talon. (Multi, AU)

Kodokuno Shoujo (A Lonely Girl) by C_R_Scott

A tale of two Robins wrapped up in an Asian-style horror story. Tim Drake goes to Japan for business, both for Wayne Enterprises and Batman Incorporated. However, when he returns to Gotham City, it's Damian Wayne who discovers he brought along more from his trip overseas than just his luggage and mission report. (Multi, horror)

at me, too, someone is looking by bacondoughnut

Dick Grayson knows he's got problems when the Red Hood's busted leg somehow becomes his concern. (Multi, hurt/comfort)

Help by Loxare

Jason never went to Gotham after he emerged from the Lazarus Pit. Instead, he went to Bludhaven to begin his reign of terror. (Or Jason adopts all the children of Bludhaven.) (Multi, fluff)

Lean on me by Musingsofthesky

Tim just wants to hang out with Bruce. Too bad his cold has other plans. (One shot, sickfic)

The Ol' Switcheroo by AutumnHobbit

Damian takes a bullet for Tim. (One shot, angst)

Meant to be by protagonistically

Tim takes a bullet for Bruce. (One shot, angst)

Juneberries by MichaBerry

When Tim is taken, Damian has to come to terms with his own insecurities, and how he really feels towards his older 'brother'. When he does, it might be too late. (Multi, angst)

though the sun continues to stand by metropolisjournal (TKodami)

Tim in the movie universe. (Multi, angst)

The Time We've Got by DawnsEternalLight

While on an emergency Redbull run, Tim tries to talk to his adopted father. (One shot, fluff)

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Take a Break » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Husband!Jefferson x Wife/Teacher!Reader

Summary: Jefferson convinces his wife to take a break from grading papers.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, aftercare, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Sweetheart…” Jefferson’s voice softly echoed through yours and his home office, leaning against the doorframe.

“Now’s not a good time, Jefferson.” You say, not looking up from the stack of papers in front of you.

Jefferson sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe and walked in the office, closing and locking the door behind him before approaching the desk. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You bit your bottom lip and tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

“Jefferson…” You breathed.

“You need to take a break, darling. You’ve been grading papers all evening.” He says in almost a whisper in your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a gasp left your lips when you felt Jefferson’s hand disappear inside of your blouse and into your bra, gently squeezing one of your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into his touch. You felt your panties dampen.

“Jefferson, Grace is home.” You say.

“She’s spending the night at a friend’s house. We have the whole house to ourselves, honey.” He says.

He took his hand out of your blouse and began to unbutton it while his other hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your wet panties. You moved your hips against his hand, wanting more.

“You want more, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks huskily.

“Yes please!” You begged.

Jefferson pulled you up from the chair and pushed it aside. He turned you around and kissed you hungrily. He pushed your blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall it the floor. One of his hands expertly unclasped your bra. He pulled your skirt down your legs, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. His hand slid down your stomach and into your wet panties. His fingers rubbing from your clit to your tight entrance causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“Jefferson, please…” You begged.

“Bend over the desk and spread your legs for me, darling.” He whispers in your ear.

You obeyed his orders, bending over the desk and spreading your legs and gave him a perfect view of your wet pussy, waiting for your husband to make the next move. He placed kisses along your spine before getting on his knees behind you. His hands grasped your thighs, placing kisses on them, making his way up to your pussy.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart that the only thing on your mind is me, your husband.” He says.

Your hands grasped onto the edge of the desk when his lips latched onto your clit, his tongue circling it. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name leaving your lips.

“Jefferson…” You gasped. “Oh yes!” You moaned.

His finger circled your entrance before sliding it inside of you causing your hands to grip the desk tighter.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

He move his finger at a decent pace while his tongue continued to flick your clit. His other hand snaked up your body, blindly finding it’s way to one of your breasts. His thumb and index finger pinched your nipple causing your cunt to clench around his finger at the sensation. Jefferson slid a second finger inside of you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans leaving your lips. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk as his fingers and tongue fucked you.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

His tongue moved faster against your clit. His fingers moved faster, continuing to hit your sweet spot. He pinched your nipple again, this time a little hard which triggered your orgasm to start building up.

“Oh baby! I’m almost there!” You moaned.

“Give it to me, darling. Cum for me.” He says huskily.

His fingers pinched your nipple one more time before you came on his face and fingers. His fingers and tongue fucked you through your orgasm. Jefferson took his fingers out of your pussy and his lips off your clit. You leaned against the desk, catching your breath. Meanwhile, Jefferson was stripping himself out of his clothes. He hovered over you, turning your head to the side to kiss your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Jefferson praises. “I think you deserve more. What you think, darling?” He asks softly.

“Mmm yes, I do.” You hummed in response.

Jefferson pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before lining it at your tight entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you, inch by inch. He turned your head again, kissing you once more when his cock was deep inside of you. His hands grasped your hips when he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving.

“Always so fucking tight.” Jefferson moans, tilting his head back.

You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter. His hands left your hips and slid up the front of your body, helping you stand up straight, your back against the front of his body. One of your hands continued to grip the edge of the desk while your other one found its way to his hair, your fingers tugging on it. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and gave them a squeeze. A moan left your lips and your back arched off his body.

“Jefferson…” You moaned, your jaw dropping and your eyes fluttering shut.

Jefferson always takes your pleasure seriously, especially when you’ve been working hard and you deserve something for it.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” Jefferson asks almost in a whisper.

“Amazing!” You gasped. “More!” You begged. “I want more!” You tell him.

“I’ll give you everything you want, my darling.” He says.

He didn’t just that. One of his hands snaked down the front of your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it in circles. A tingle went through your body when you felt the cool metal of his ring against your clit. One of your hands grasps Jefferson’s wrist to keep his hand in place. His fingers applied more pressure on your clit as he was rubbing it. A moan of his name left your lips. You arched your back in pleasure, pressing your breast more in his hand. Your head was against his shoulder. Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Jefferson says in your ear. “I know you’re on the edge. Cum for me.” He almost whispers, kissing your neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw dropped, a moan of his name left your lips as you came. Jefferson fucked you through your orgasm, getting closer to his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppy momentarily, but quickly regained it. A moan, followed by a curse word left his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as his thrusts came to a halt. You two stood there for a moment, catching your breath. Jefferson pulled out of you and turned you around, holding you in his arms so you didn’t fall due to how wobbly your legs are at the moment.

“Feel better, honey?” Jefferson asks, kissing your lips sweetly.

“Mmm, much better. Thank you, baby.” You say against his lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.” He says.

Let’s just say that grading papers was the last thing on your mind for the night.

🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩

-Bucky’s Doll

[march-harrigan]

May I inquire an x reader for Akrhamverse! Jervis, with an s/o who fits the character of the white rabbit? 🧐🎩 lol but please and thank you, and have a good day

Oh, EXCELLENT prompt, Anon!

Here's your arkham!Jervis with a white rabbit!Reader! Hope you enjoy reading the fluff as much as I enjoyed writing it!

His little White Rabbit. Jervis just couldn't help calling them that. After all, everything about his love was reminiscent of Lewis Carroll's chronically late lagomorph. From their nervous demeanor to their excessive need to have everything just so. Right down to the way they always seemed to be hurrying and scurrying about. Like they were right now.

Jervis watched with what could only be described as amusement as his dearest bunny scrambled about. But then could he be blamed? They were so cute, the way the hastily prepared breakfast bagel hung from their mouth. The way they scrambled to gather up their laptop, some papers, and any other items they might need for the day. The way they pulled up their loose sock as they desperately searched for the missing shoe to match the one they were wearing. Only to stop in front of the mirror and fix their hair as best they could with so little time and only one free hand. Why, it was enough to make the Hatter giggle at their antics.

A giggle that seemed to get their attention, at least. They froze in their tracks, half-eaten bagel dropping from their mouth as they turned toward the old arm chair where Jervis was sitting. A personal item he'd brought when he moved in with them. He hopped up and out of the worn seat and approached. A skip in his step and then he stopped, just inches away from them.

"My oh my, you look quite flushed! Now tell me dearest… Why the rush?"

Amusement at their behavior aside, Jervis' tone was also laced with a genuine concern. Of course it would be. They were his White Rabbit, after all. Whatever brought them such distress, it was his concern as well. His duty as their dearest Hatter to fix and mend, or at least ease their burden. Yet even with his willingness to help on full display, they only seemed to tense up more and more with each passing moment. Didn't he understand? They were already so very late "Won't you stop and have some tea before you take off?" he offered when they didn't respond right away.

And finally, they shook their head. "I… I can't, Jervis. I'm so sorry, I just. My alarm didn't go off this morning, I can't find my shoe... I'll be late to the office if I don't leave in the next five minutes.""

"…Oh, SILLY!" He just couldn't hold back another eruption of giggles. So that's what this had been about. It would certainly explain why they'd grabbed their laptop in all of the chaos. "It's a work holiday, remember? I cancelled your alarm so you could sleep in!"

There was a rush of silence. Not to mention relief. As they stared vacantly at Jervis, their body slackened, dropping all of the items they'd been in such a hurry to gather. They'd gotten so worked up, only to realize that he was right. How had they managed to forget? With an exhausted yet alleviated sigh, they put their arms around the Hatter and pulled him into a hug. It wouldn't be long before they were desperately working to clean up the mess. But for now, they could just relax.

"Oh, my sweet, silly, little White Rabbit," Jervis sighed contentedly, pulling them in closer. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," they chuckled. Finally at ease. "I don't know what I'd do without you Jervis."

"…Now about that tea."

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Request: Tending to Wounds (Mad Hatter x Reader)

You looked out of your apartment window, the rain so heavy it streamed endlessly down the glass. You waited for Jervis to get home, it was a little past eleven at night. Since he had been gone the whole day, he'd likely arrive home...well an hour ago. You tried not to worry but how could you not? Especially knowing you had every reason to. This was Jervis. You could write a list of reasons why you were worried. 

When he did return, you knew something was wrong already. He looked a little too roughed up. It was when you went to take his gloved hand that he hissed in pain and pulled his hand back. You, hurriedly, removed his gloves and gasped at his bruised and bloodied knuckles. "What happened!?" You cried out. "Batman..." Jervis trailed off. 

You practically dragged him to the bathroom, demanding he sat on the counter. Jervis flinched in pain as he did so. "What hurts?" You asked, dreading the answer. You unbuttoned his waistcoat and tugged his shirt up. You looked at the bruises forming along his ribs. Blue, purple, black angry bruises. Whilst they were tender, they weren't broken. That was a better outcome than the alternative but still you couldn't help but lose your cool. "Damn it, Jervis!" You raked your hands through your hair. However your stressed rants were cut short as Jervis eyes focused on your face as he cupped your cheeks. "It's okay, Alice." He assured you softly. His thumbs stroking your cheeks. "It's okay, I'm okay." "It's not okay, the Batman will be looking for you and why wouldn't they check where you live?" Jervis didn't respond, instead focusing on the wall just behind your shoulder and you sighed. "Give me your hands." You looked it bruised and bloodied knuckles, the swelling around his fingers. "This will sting a little but I'm just cleaning them okay? Just like before." You had no idea if he actually heard you. He didn't give you any acknowledgement.  After cleaning his knuckles you released his hands. "Okay, I'm done. Why don't you head into the living room or something and i'll get all this cleaned up." Your tone was gentle but with underlying exhaustion. Jervis slid off the counter and walked away without another word. 

When you were sure he was gone, you opened the cabinet door. However before you could pick everything up to put them back, you fought with your emotions. You swallowed hard against your tears, crouching down before the open cabinet, your fingers gripped the counter top. Despite your efforts, the tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't let Jervis see you like this. The hope was that he would be too distracted to remember to wait for you. You had to be the strong one for Jervis. That was always the case. After all, Jervis could lose touch with reality with barely a moments notice. Anything minor could send him far into his mind.  So you had to be there for those moments and when he came back. It was almost like walking on eggshells with Jervis' brain. There was little to no room to break down. Yet you couldn't help it. All you could think about was that you could have lost him tonight, the previous nights and the nights in the future. You could lose him in the blink of an eye and each time he came home bruised and battered -if he came home at all- you had to be there and pretend he hadn't scared the life out of you. 

Suddenly arms wrapped around your waist and your eyes snapped open. Jervis had snuck up behind you and you were so upset you hadn't noticed how he crouched behind you to hug you from behind. His non-bruised cheek rest against your shoulder. "Don't cry." He said quietly. You didn't answer, not trusting your voice. You shook your head trying to silently assure him you were fine. "Even with so much to do, I will always come back to you." You let out a shaky breath, overlapping your hand over his. "You better." You finally said quietly. He gave you a light squeeze. "Can we go to bed now? We can watch a movie before bed. I'd like that for todays end."  You nodded. "Of course we can." You agreed softly. You let him pull you up with him and tightly clutched your hand all the way to the bedroom.

[snenbubs]

Okay so early my Dumas was chewing on a glowstick idk why I like the crunch and my brother tells me to stop before I krill myself and I looked him dead in the eyes and bit tf out of the glowstick breaking it and green chimalcs are just coming out of my mouth,and while I was trying to clean my mouth I was wondering what if mammon had an s/o who's very playful and he'll just find them throwing those little tiny ass demons in the air or just straigh has a fucking tea party with them

(I think their called underlings)

Idk why I'm requesting this I'm just very eepy and want to chew on a glowstick anyways have an amazing day

Ps funny pictures

HELLO!! SORRY I DIDNT RESPOND TO THIS RIGHT AWAY I NORMALLY DO I WAS SICK

also LMFAO IM CRYING I HAD TO SHOW THIS ASK TO MY FRIENDS CUZ IT WAS JUST ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, I HOPE UR OKAY PLS DONT DIGEST GLOW STICKS!!

I do absolutely love this idea though, so here u go!! I'll do HCs but if u want me to write like, a one-shot for this just leave an ask! :D

- Mammon is very playful himself, so i think thats definitely where the attraction lies between you both! He can get so serious at times, but its always easy for him to unwind when you are there, joking about and toying and laughing with him.

- You are absolutely, completely and utterly crazy but he adores it so so much.

- When the two of you first met, he thought it was an act, much like his touchy-feely friendly jester persona. He thought that you put on this entertaining personality for those around you, and it worked, clearly, as it drew him in so intently.

- SO, when he quickly found out that it wasn't an act, was he GLAD.

- You both definitely play pranks on the other sins or royals.

- Nothing too serious, it wont get you in trouble! But, a pail of water on Asmodeus' firey head is sure to get a rumble going. Honey in the pillows of Beezlebub. Just enough to have them angrily shaking their fists as the two of you giggle and laugh amonst yourselves.

- However, though he can bounce off of your playful personality well, there are moments where you catch him off guard.

- The time he caught you eating a glowstick was utterly HORRIFIC. He wasn't sure if the chemicals could hurt you the same way they did with humans on Earth, but he was NOT taking that risk.

- Que him chasing you around like a dog with chocolate.

- His underlings both love you and fear you, because how you treat them depends on your mood;

- If your happy, your playful personality will leave them joyous and replenished, a nice addition to the stressing job of serving Mammon.

- You throw tea parties for them a lot! Mammon didn't know about this for a LONG while as you mostly did it when he wasn't around, knowing his keen nature for work.

- These tea parties however aren't the fancy kind most royals would be into. The kinds that, as Mammon's partner, you're supposed to be into. No these are more like that of a mad-hatters tea party; the table is too small for you because most butler imps and hellborns are tiny. Tea is being spilt. The food is on fire. It's just absolute chaos.

- The shock on Mammon's face when he found out these things were occuring under his manors roof was something you wish you could have taken a picture of.

- But he couldn't stay angry at you.

- On the other hand, when you're upset, those poor underlings are being THROWN.

- It's not even like an accidental, in the moment thing. You just enjoy throwing them. Mammon has even bought you a few personal underlings that are specially used for throwing. He really cares about your hobbies.

- Now then... this playful personality of yours is very helpful when it comes to flustering Mammon.

- You tease him a lot, flirtatously.

- He's all bark no bite. Great at dishing out commente that'll have you flushed but so horribly bad at taking it.

- So, just one little comment; maybe mocking his accent seductively, will have him looking away all shy and meek.

- All in all, it's your playful personality that draws Mammon toward you, he loves how easy he can get along with you and how you always know how to bring a smile to his face. Being a Royal Sin is hard but knowing that you will always be there for him is what gets him through each Hellish day.

I hope you like this!!! :D feel free to leave me more reqs i rlly like them! ur my no.1 fan forreal

ps. that picture is both really funny and horrifically scary omg 😭

[mynameis-noe-body]

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtopp (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsleigh

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

Alice has seven, beautiful pieces of cloth — which is a very fine number, for clothes. And he knows about that, surely, he made them with his own magical hands, and his good heart, obviously. Tarrant loves to believe there's a little bit of love in every of his artworks and Alice's dresses are his most fabulous creations. She has two majestic, opulent suits — with long coat and embroidered pants — that she loves to wear during the most elegant nights at Marmoreal Castle, with Queen Mirana and the whole court. Then, there's her night gown, which is made of the finest silk — and Caterpillar knows that better than anyone else in the Underlands — and is of the loveliest shade of avory, as pale as the big moon in their night sky. She wears a lilac jumpsuit when she's about to travel through the lands on the back of the Bandersnatch, who's the most affectionate towards their Champion. And — last but not least — there are those three tea-lenght dresses, cut and sewn from long fabrics of organza, lace and tulle, painted of the most intense shade of cobalt, or vivid cerulean or perhaps light blue sky. Yes — every shade of blue is Alice: among the softest clouds and in the deepest water, everywhere there's a little bit of blue that reminds him of his pretty, pretty Alice.

Tarrant is the happiest as she comes at his door wearing one of those three dresses, because that means they are going to spend some time together, and that would be one of the best days ever (as any day spent with Alice is the most beautiful of them all). And that one is a very fine day. Time has fallen asleep somewhere, and it seems the sun itself has stopped in the middle of the afternoon to leave them happily bathed in his warm light; sitting on a big picnic blanket, the Hatter opens his wicker basket. «Come on — hop hop — time to jump out of the cupboard, little friends. We have a very important guest to entertain!» and suddenly, two small cups of fine porcelain and a puffy teapot pop up and land on the blanket. «Oh, good. Tea's ready.»

«I wish cups and teapots could make tea on their own in the Upland, too. I could not imagine Mother's surprise at this!» Alice says; her little smile is the extremely satisfying.

Tarrant, however, suddenly feels Sadness thighting her hands around his neck. «Why, Alice — are you already planning to leave? I couldn't bear it, honestly. You've just come back» to me, he would add, but he isn't sure how she would take that. Brave she is, yes, but sometimes too unfocused on her Muchness to see what truly happens around her.

She shakes her head. The yellow porcelain cup jump on the open palm of her hand and she sips the green tea. «No, Hatter. This time I've come back for good, I promise.»

And she had promised, many moons ago, that she had wanted to stay this time. Business were finally done and gone in the Upland, that very strange place had no more sense to her; evil people there, and no fun at all. Not for a woman, anyway. While there, they had valiant Queens and brave Warrior lasses. Tarrant had made her tell the story of how she had chased a dream through a painting to fall down there all over again; a big tableau on the wall above the fireplace, she had painted just little details here and there: a white rabbit, big scarlet mushrooms and singing flowers, two funny children in white and red stripes and — obviously — a Mad Hatter. And when she had seen them walking together down the green, grassy road, she knew she only had to reach out. She didn't even bother to say goodbye.

He smiles at the thought, and his eyes sparkles emerald. «Well that's the best news, Alice! Many things I desire to show you.»

«Tell me about that.» Alice lets the cup go, and lays on the blanket; her golden hair are scattered around her just-right-seized head as a mane, her pale, soft skin shines in the lovely light of the day, a sweet breeze blows on her cheeks and goosebumps runs on her chest. Nice breast — round and soft under her garments, plump as ripe fruits and oh-so sweet, he'd die so happy is he could just... if 'is greedy slurvish tongue could tast' ta' bonnie lass — nice 'n' slow, just a lil' bite — «Hatter!» she exclaims, and his eyes, which had become so purple just a few seconds ago, turns back green.

«I beg your pardon.» Oh — good Absolem and all his little caterpillars — those thoughts have been haunting him for quite some time now. He doesn't wants to ruin their friendship, but the Madness is getting stronger. Harder to control when she's around him. She smells like spring and cupcakes, and such lov— no, not again. «Right, where were we? Ah yes, our new adventures, dearest Alice. I plan to bring you to the Merry Lake, maybe fishing, and you'll need a new hat obviously! A nice boater with black 'n' white stripes. Then, I'll bring you to the Fairy Forest, to catch flying seahorses, and you'll wear a cartwheel — pink, yes! Or maybe just coral and blue. Oh, I must not forget, I still need to show you how to pick spurtberries!»

Alice laughs loudly. She sits up again, next to him and Tarrant isn't sure he's breathing again. Her scent is intoxicating, the warmest desire inflames his loins — dear, the gods couldn't compare her fine beauty — such a bonnie gurl, mmmh, yes, I wanna lick ta' lips 'n' bite her neck, luvely creature my Alice. Mine. Mine to tast' fffuck — «...a spurtberry?» her voice breaks into his mad mad head and he smiles back.

«I believe I'm distracted today, Alice, thinking about hats... A fez! Yes! Forgive me, love. What were you saying?»

He doesn't notice, at first, but then her cheeks turns of the prettiest shade of red, like two ripe, sweet peaches, and her eyes grow big and wide, her short breath on his face betrays some new emotion. He's so bewitched by her image — the tip of her tongue wet her lips, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, and taste her, and let his mouth run down her skin of the neck to bite her there, and on the swell curve of her breasts — he forgets he's just called her love.

Alice's heart is thundering in her chest, but she doesn't know what do with it. Would it be so scandalous to touch him? She let her hand caress his knee, softly, with reverence. «What is a spurtberry, Tarrant?»

Oh, his name. Such a sweet sound on her lips. He closes his eyes — his iris are turning purple and it isn't good, very much not good — and he tries a smile. «Spurtberries! Yes, delicious. Wait, I may have some here» and he opens the basket again; his whole arm search for that plate deep inside the casket, as if it was as the deep as the heart, and finally he finds them. Round, bright red berries, as big strawberries, as round as blueberries and as sweet as currant. He takes one between his fingers and smiles. «Here, try it» he shows her how to bite.

And she bites. Her theet sink into the soft texture of the fruit while she hums her delight. It looks so innocent, his two slim fingers feeding her hungry lips and however, it feels so naughty and erotic — the way is index barely touches her lower lip, the moan in her throat as delicious juices flow down in her belly, that scarlet tint dripping down on the palm of his hand, and now on her chin too, and now — good gods, her white neck now painted in red. That single drop slides down on her skin, and slowly disappear behind the hem of the cobalt neckline. She has worne that dress, that one that shows so much of her fine body, and her think naked ankles; it wraps her like a previous gift. And her chest swells with fresh air, their dreamy gazes meet in mid air.

She barely breathes, and he knows now how their lips are just few inches away. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with want and desire. «Tarrant» she whispers.

«Yes?» — it pains him so much, please, he silently begs her, please I'm so miserable, my dear Alice.

«Don't you want to taste it, too?» and she smiles, teasing.

Tarrant smirks. «Yes.» And he kisses her.

Sure and firm his lips press on hers, and they catch fire. There's everything in that kiss, how they've missed each other, how deep is their need to belong, finally; they move together, the kiss depeens and their tongues make love amog their lips. It's slow and sensual, she's so sweet he thinks he could die right there, on the lovely softness of her mouth, listening to her little voice moaning his name. He growls. Gods — he hasn't felt this wild in a while, she inflames his desires. Hot, it feels so hot suddenly he aruptly takes off his cravat and unbutton his jacket, but that only turns on Alice's Muchness, for her bare hands grab the back of his neck, and his frizzy hair, and she takes him so tight — her mouth is so lovely open, her tongue slides over his upper lip and he snarls. Fuck. Yes. And he bites her, moaning her name, and suck lavishly on her tongue.

«Mmh — oh me' dear Alice, me' bonnie, luvely lass — lemme just, there, lemme taste your sweetness. Gods, lemme giv' ya everthin'» and he sucks on her neck. Her desperate cry of pleasure is the most perfect music. He's drinking on her, licking the purple trace of juice on her body, his tongue gliding down her naked chest. A kiss, another kiss. And he sucks, hard, leaving big red marks on her, if his name written on her skin. Her hands in his hair urge him; she's always been so greedy — his Alice — hungry for more, impatient and eager. There's no way he can open his mouth more or he'd swallow her all. He has to stop — he must. When he breathes into her breasts her scent fills his soul and he can just feel it, how hard he is. No pain has ever been so sweet. «Lemme luv you, lass. I want to tell you, how deep my live for you is, my Alice. Mine.» He presses his lips closed on her skin. «I will show you, luv — how I can give you the greatest pleasure with the tip of my tongue, and how you'll feel with my finger on your pretty, wet quim. Are you, Alice? Wet?»

It is, she is. Alice has no words, there's a hot warm feeling spreading between her legs and she's whimpering, begging him with wide, liquid eyes to touch her more, to kiss her more. Yes — those lips on her breasts feel so good, so soft and hungry. She embraces him, sliding her hand on his back; she just need so much of him against her body — more skin, more everything. «Off, Tarrant. Please, show me!»

They rip their clothes off: he takes off his waistcoat, his white shirt and he opens his breeches — it feels good, his hard clothed cock against her thigh as she fumbles with her gown. Avory long legs are now bare before his thirsty gaze. His fingers are rough, calloused on her skin and she squirms under his touch. Steady, yes — his Alice never wears stockings, or corset. Naughty, naughty girl. He licks his lips as a kitten in front of a delicious bowl of sweet cream. Her cream, yes, between her legs, on the soft flesh of her pink, virgin cunt. What a sight. «Do not be afraid, luv. Trust your mad, mad Hatter — for only good may come from such a sinful folly. Open your legs, open for me — yes, nice and wide my brave Alice.» He gently takes off his hat, and smirks maliciously as he sinks into that arousal.

He presses his lips on her wet flesh, kissing his way down her cunt; she suddenly whimper and whine, like a little cat begging for more. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands as her legs slowly open more, more, and she offers everything and every bit of pleasure she may give. Yes — she's gone for good, Madness has caught her finally, taken her to the warm ocean of lust in which she's drowing now. And it feels more than good. She was made for this. «Oh — Tarrant! More — God, more!»

«No gods here, love — just your faithful Hatter. Delicious, lovely Alice. Lemme ea'tis pretty pussie here.» Tarrant shoves his tongue inside her, there where sweet juices drips out of her sex and onto his lips, he licks and suck, and his skilled fingers caresses her most sensitive part. His thumb presses on that little bundle of nerves, her small clit, the lovely pearl between those pinky lips and she moans his name. Again. Greedy, ravenous, he's feeding on her — yes.

Alice grabs his hair, and finally starts to ride his face: she rocks her hips up and down, up and down taking everything, bucking into his hot mouth. More — she needs more, there yesyesyesyes. She's so empty, but of what she does not know. There something wrong, a void, and she's crying again for him. «Empty — so empty, Tarrant please! I need... I need —»

«I ken what ya need, luv.»

He lies on the blanket, taking her in his arm, kissing her cheek. His crotch humping against her thigh feels so good... And he can't wait anymore, two wide fingers thrust in, all the way in — inside her, so soft and tight, that virgin cunt takes him so well, it was made to be marked by his touch. And she arches her back so he can press into the perfect spot. «There, Tarrant!» and he knows what he's doing: come — his fingers sing into her soul, into her loins, turning on the burning flame of a sweet orgasm into her cunt. Licking his lips, he watches her losing control; her nails press deep in the flesh of his back, and can't help himself but wish to bring those scratches on his skin forever.

He bucks his hips against her, thrusting his hard cock on her soft hips, more and more, wetting his garments with precum and moaning in her ear. «Nngh — fffuck, Alice my luv, jus' like tha' — feel so good — good gurl.» And as she's rocking against the palm of his hand and his fingers shove deep inside, he's pressing his cock harder on her softness. It feel too perfect to last. There they are, shuddering hard as he sinks his theet on her neck, sucking another red love-bite, moaning her name — AliceAliceAlice — and she screams her pleasure, sobbing against his warm body, tears of happiness sliding down her pinky cheecks. Then, it subsides, slowly like the waves on the shore, and all that's left are their whispers of love. They kiss, barely pecking their lips, smiling happy together.

Tarrant eyes turns of the most intense, deepest green as she breathes against his neck, going limp in his arms. «Are you well, dearest?»

Alice smiles and reaches out to grab a little red Berry. She bites, scarlet juices dripping on her fingers; she let it slides on his chest — and he hisses, smiling knowingly. «Never better, Tarrat» she licks his neck. «But I believe now, it is my turn.»

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I am so in conflict with stories in which Bruce reflects on his time with Jason.

Because, on one hand, I like that Bruce is talking about his grief, about his feelings, how he still cares about him after he died.

It's just that the writers will make him say stuff like "Oh, he never thought before he acted. He was too impulsive, which was what killed him in the end."

Where is Bruce who blames himself? Who never blames Jason for one second?

It is even the reason that Bruce and Dick had that big fight. Because Dick almost died, the public believed he did and Bruce blamed himself for ever bringing him into this line of work.

Jason also almost died after getting shot by the Mad Hatter. Bruce blamed himself for it. Leslie reprimands him for ever bringing a child under his care in danger. Bruce justifies it with that he wanted to give Jason an outlet for his rage that he never had when he was young.

Bruce is projecting onto his kids. That's his issue.

Not that they couldn't take orders. Not that they were impulsive. Not that they were brash.

It's that he takes kids in, cares for them, makes them fight alongside him because it'd be good for them, because he thinks it's what he would have needed when he went through his trauma at this age. Then when they inevitably do get close to dying, he blames himself for ever putting them into this position