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#Arkham Jervis Tetch
light-purp-insect · 6 months
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Palladium (Arkham Jervis Tetch x reader)
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Notes/warnings: sfw, noncon drugging, noncon nonsexual nudity, reader is called a girl (Jervis is canonically disconnected from sexuality and gender), reader is called Alice, bathing, light blood mention, whump?
Palladium; a silvery white and malleable element used in machinery and computers. Out of the Platinum Group, it has the lowest melting point and is the least dense.
“Such a silly girl, Alice.” The all too familiar and thin voice sang. High off the remaining Succinylcholine you lay limply in the already dirty bath water. Jervis has removed his gloves and coat to take a rag and wash away the dirt and bloody scratches over your body. “All those thorns must've been terrible, why did you want to play in the garden again?”
Of course you hadn't been playing in the garden, instead trying to escape once again. To no avail, nonetheless and to your dismay. His henchmen had grabbed you before you could truly get through the bushes. You couldn't give him a proper answer, just a loopy mumble of nonsense.
Jervis moved his hands to your legs. The soapy rag burned in some deeper cuts, of which made the Hatter tut at every displeased groan from your throat. “Just behave. We're not done yet, dear Alice.” The rag circled over your calves slowly and methodically. Rose scented soapy water didn't feel as comfortable as it would be if he was here.
Next was your hair, his favorite part of you. A thick glob of shampoo is lathered in his hands before he runs them through your hair and to your scalp. It seems he was going at such a snail's pace just to feel it more. You wanted to pull away, to yell at him or slap him, but instead let out a sluggish huff of protest.
“Hush, dear. Relax for me, just go back to that sleepy little space in your head. I do have to apologize, I didn't mean to give you so much.” He pouted. Rinsing his hands in the water momentarily, he continues, “Nitrous Oxide is so hard to get these days, I hope you can forgive me when you come to your senses.” He carefully tilts your chin and begins to rinse your hair.
Finally it was time for the conditioner, then this session would be over. Unlike the shampoo, he only used a small dollop. He had begun to hum to himself. “After this, it's snuggle time. Maybe I should up that dosage, though…”
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adalwolfgang · 2 months
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Made another ask blog.
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iepurasdepraf · 11 months
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Hello, ah-
I have a promo of what I'm working on. It's not edited and is the rough draft, buuuuut I wanted to get something out there to give myself a little
Incentive to finish, you understand? Don't get too attached. I may yet switcharoo a thing or two. It's Arkham Jervis by the by. Mary Ann is essentially a y/n... I should probably explain that later, but anyway!
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I hope you enjoy the morsel.
A half sunken city left to mold and crumble would normally make for an interesting if morbid opening for a fairytale. As would taking shelter in the attic of an abandoned house and turning that damp hovel into a passable hidey-hole for two lost dreamers. Which a man who called himself both mad and a hatter was in the midst of. Calling out to his friend with glee “Oh look! Mary Ann! Mary Ann, come look!” An expert in making trash into treasure, the finding of Christmas lights sent him reeling into a giddy state. He had woken up bright eyed and bushy tailed and hadn’t lost that spirit for an instant even in the rising water and inclement weather.
However, said Ann of Mary didn’t look away from the ladder she’d been staring down at for the past hour or so though normally she would have come with a skip at his beck and call putting a damper on the Hatter’s excitement somewhat. “Mary Ann?” Once more did not answer his call, it was as if she didn’t hear him at all. This was a vice versa of their usual and Jervis wasn’t sure what to think of it. 
He took offense at first, how dare she, after all, not give him her full and undivided attention! Then after a moment and impulsive thought wrangling he only pouted. It wasn’t like she was a pawn, she had her own thoughts and feelings and- what was she looking at? With lights in tow, shuffling in oversized boots he makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. Mmm… water? Just water and soggy furniture. How boring. Not even anything swimming in it. Stinky, smelly thigh deep, to him, Gotham Bay water. 
More important than all that though was that she was frowning he noticed. Poor sweet Mary Ann, was she scared of the water? Worried? It wouldn’t come up this high. That’s why they were up so high after all. Though maybe she didn’t know that. She’d not experienced Arkham City as he had after all. 
“Mary Ann” He said one last time a little tersely this time and when she didn’t respond he tossed the lights over her. Tangling her up like a tuna in a net to drag her deeper into the attic away from the distracting portal to a dreary reality. “Jervis!” “There she is!” “Get this off me- what is this?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked! They’re lights. Fairy lights, Mary!” “I’m very happy for-” He pulled the cables playfully and she came to attention in a way he’d never seen before. So quiet… so red in the face. Ah. Jervis was mad, but not a fool. He knew that look. Seems they both just learned something about dear sweet Mary Ann. 
What fun! 
Something to pass the time then? Something to… distract her. That was a passable excuse. 
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creaman · 1 month
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Wonderland.
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snuize · 8 months
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some more BTAS redraws, this time with my wip Harlivy designs
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finniestoncrane · 1 year
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me: where should i go if i need a hat but i don't want to be kidnapped and held hostage and made to attend tea parties?
gotham tourist board:
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illustratedartist · 2 months
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Love Is In The Air 🎩😺🫖
Happy Valentine's Day!!
This actually isn't a Valentine's day themed drawing, I was feeling so stressed the last few weeks and needed something simple to do to relax, and who better to draw than Jervy? I also tried something new with some colored lineart and I think it made the drawing look cuter lol
I had a couple of great asks about him and reading them made me feel better so that's why this is here LMAO! Now I just have to ACTUALLY answer the asks I've been sent...Which might take me awhile since I want to do some drawings for them! But thank you guys for sending some asks in!!! I love getting to answer questions!
Also I was thinking of making a Scarecrow and Riddler chibi looking thing like this at some point too! Its pretty fun to make- And maybe one day I could make like a keychain thing with them :D
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bluesfreakingart · 29 days
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I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE INTERESTING FOR HIM TO STEEL CHAIR ANOTHER HATTER AND TAKE HIS CLO--
Also me fucking around with coloring methods with sketchy lines don't mind me.
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drpumpkinsart · 4 months
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Guess who left an impression on me finishing Arkham City!! 🎩
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estuporious · 1 year
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𝐁𝐑𝐆: 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
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batmanfruitloops · 9 days
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So what are the Arkham uniforms like? For all three of our lovely dork squad? (Arkham timeline ask B) )
They're most based on the inmates outfits in the TellTale Batman series but, something I decided to do for my designs is that the staff and inmates have their logo on different sides. Inmates, over their heart, and staff, the opposite.
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Ed just gets the regular fit, he can't cause physical trouble.
Jo started with the regular fit, but he caused a pretty bad fight and left a lot injured, so now he's in a glorified body bag full body straight jacket.
Jervis also started with the regular fit, but he protected Dormouse (Ed) from other inmates, so he got put in a straight jacket.
-Sarsee
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fiona-clawton · 6 months
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"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't." ♠️🫖♦️
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adalwolfgang · 1 year
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Jervis: How high are you?!
(Name): hi, how are you
Jervis:*gif*
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batman-daily · 10 months
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arkham-blurbs · 1 year
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Arkham Asylum is a terrible and unethical place that treats its patients like sub-humans. Not only do the doctors and guards in the Asylum treat them like that but the police and the Batman most of the time do as well. Despite the fact that the city sends them to get mental health care, everyone has already given up on the idea of them ever getting better. Having said that can you imagine how lonely that must be for the Rogues, to have no one advocate for you when your treated badly, to instead have the people meant to help you hate you instead? To look so different and behave oddly, how lonely it must be to have no one on your side. No one except each other of course.
They’re kept in the same cell block together, away from all the other patients. They can hear each other all the time, see each other pacing or panicking or breaking down. It’s Riddler who watches a bruised Scarecrow get dragged back from his ‘Therapy Session’ barely concussion and he’s the one who sits next to the cell glass and shows him how to put his arm back into place. He’s also the one distracting him from the pain with an endless supply of riddles and questions about Scarecrows work. It’s the fearsome Scarecrow who sits with his back to his cell wall and spends hour quietly reciting poetry back and forth with the Mad Hatter, till he calms down from his panic attacks. His therapist makes no progress in pulling out Killer Crocs humanity but he does calm down when the Mad Hatter waste away the hours telling him stories through the pipes.
Killer Croc is the only one who can touch Ivy during her freak outs. The poison in her skin burns his scales and her thorns dig into his arms but he holds her until her rage dies down and she wilts in his arms. Ivy has a specialty cell meant to keep the light out, Mr. Freeze also has a specialty cell next to hers for his body temperature meaning they are even further isolated from the others. They keep each other sane, Ivy listening for hours as Freeze reminisces about Nora and when he gets tired she fills the silence with talk of flowers and gardening tips.
Freeze speaks loudly with his stories so his voice will carry to one of the isolation cells, Arkham has a habit of echoing. Victor Zsasz listens to the stories and calms his breathing down as he tries to imagine life outside of the four foam walls he’s been trapped in for, a while. It’s easy to loose track of time in these cells as nothing ever changes. It’s Zsasz who claws up some of the foam so he can tap the wall between his cell and the one next door. He sends messages in Morse code to the other solitary confinement cell belonging to the Clown Prince of Crime himself. Joker clings to messages sent between the wall as it’s the only contact he gets outside of the guards coming into his cell. The message is the same one they all tell each other, in their worst moments.
Be strong, I’m still here.
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just-an-enby-lemon · 10 months
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[At Arkham Rec Room]
Joker: Hey, nerds!
*Harley, Ivvy, Riddler, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Mad Hatter, Bane and Mr. Freeze turn around*
Joker: Oh? EVERYONE turned around. Wow. I think I'm starting to get why Batsy keeps winning.
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