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frost-queen · 4 months

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Headcanon | Mad as a hatter

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Summary: Imagine being Alice's sister & following along her adventures. In the end you decide to stay in Wonderland with the one you love.

Family relations

Alice was the first one to discover Underland or as she loved to call it Wonderland. As always she was the first to do so. After her first trip she excitedly told you about all the wonders it had to offer. How cake could make you grow and a drink make you smaller. At first it sounded a bit bonkers to you, but soon you found yourself going down the rabbit hole with your sister. Entering the glooming wonders of the underland. While Alice met the white rabbit first, your first encounter was with the March Hare. That goofy looking hare. It bounced around and spoke fast with gibberish. You found the March Hare extremely funny. He would be the one to invite you to your first tea party.

"Tea for two, two for tea. Sugarcubes and milk. Half a cup or a cup a half." - he would goof out sounding like a halfwit.

Wonderland

Years later after you had forgotten about your childish adventures, you were back at it. Having followed your sister down when she ran away at the party. Before you knew it, you saw her fall down. It took you but a moment to head after her without thinking. She was your sister after all. The only one who didn't presumed you mad. Once down it occured to you just how much wonderland had lost it's wonder. The place dark and gloomy. The March hare a tat more bonkers than usual. He was mumbling to himself, correcting himself as if speaking to a second person. The door mouse was ready to poke your eye out if the Mad Hatter hadn't stopped her. He immediately recognized you making his bow flutter open like a butterfly.

"Y/n!" - he would say pleasantly. A warm smile on his lips. You were relieved that someone recognized you. From up till then you had been treated like a stranger. - "You've returned." - Mad Hatter would continue. He jumped up on the table with a funny chuckle. Making his way over, knocking over cups and teapots in the process. A bit of cake flew right over the doormouse's head making her glare grumpily at the Hatter. Hatter jumped down on the other end. Bowing and kissing your hand teasingly. Upon the arrival of the red queen you lost track of your sister. Scurried off in a haste. The March Hare leading you away in secret. The queen couldn't have both of you. The Chesire cat appearing out of nowhere to give out directions.

While Alice found her way at court with the Red queen were you forming an alliance in the background. Gathering all your friends to make them rebel against the red queen and end her reign of terror. Tweedle dee and Tweedle dom, Chesire cat, doormouse, March Hare, white rabbit, the Mad Hatter, Bruno, Caterpillar, .... All wanting to reclaim their home and set the right queen on the throne. During your time grew Hatter and you closer. Closer than ever.

After Wonderland

You hated saying goodbye's, but goodbye's were in order. The Jabberwocky had been slayed and Alice was victorious. You were rather the victor in the background, allowing your sister to shine. Saying goodbye to the Hatter was the hardest you ever had to do. There were tears. Tights hugs and cherished moments. While you couldn't stop crying, the Hatter was wiping your cheeks saying comforting things to you.

"No matter where you are Y/n, you will always be my favorite person to style a hat for. The most perfect head you have." - he would say. - "Our adventures will forever be ours and I know in my heart you will find your way back soon. No matter how long it might take or how you find your way here, I just know you shall do so."

The following weeks at home was Alice the happiest. Having discovered a new part of her. While you remained inside crying your heart out to all that you missed. The world you were from no longer feeling like home. Home felt like wonderland, like your friends and the Hatter. Specially the Hatter. He felt like home and without him it felt like you were homeless. No matter how hard Alice tried to comfort you, she just couldn't. Wishing she could do something to ease your pain.

Return to Wonderland

The news was like a shock. A shock knowing that the Hatter, your Hatter was fading away. Losing himself in the process. When you first saw him, pale as snow, you cried. What if you were the reason for his fading? What if the reason for you leaving him made him fade away? Guilt took place in you as you wanted to reverse time. Time... you never expected for Time not be a what but rather a who. Back in Wonderland your sister and you dabbled with Time in the hopes to make it all right. To stop Hatter from fading and returning to his old self. On your journey you learned a new side of Hatter when he was younger. Understood him more.

When your sister and you finally made things right it felt like another goodbye again. Yet this time you had other plans. Turning towards your sister Alice, you gave her a big hug. Alice returned your hug with a deep breath, knowing what it meant. Hatter was confused seeing you hug your sister. - "Why are you saying goodbye to each other? Are you seperating?" - he asked. Alice kissed your cheek, wishing you well as she would miss you dearly. You then turned to a confused Hatter. - "Yes silly, for I am staying here." - you told him.

"In underland? Here?" - the Hatter would exclaim.

"Yes silly, here, there, everywhere. Wherever it is you are." - you answered moving your arms around him. The Hatter grinned sheepishly. - "Does this mean I get to keep you?" - he questioned. You would nod with a smile. - "Yes, I believe I have gone mad for staying." - you laughed out. - "Completely bonkers." - Hatter would respond before sealing his words with a kiss.

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ragingphantom666 · 2 months

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DC Dimensions project plan: Batman (Vol. 1)

This series is not an assured project. It is a concept that can still be changed or scrapped.

Synopsis

For years, Batman has been the protector of Gotham City and has trained Robins and Batgirls. Now he has discovered that he has a son born to his old lover and enemy Talia al Ghul. An assassin is after the boy and will do anything to get him.

Characters

Bruce Wayne/Batman - Gotham City's vigilante for the past fifteen years. He is drawn into the war between Ra's al Ghul and Brutale to save his son Damian.

Damian Wayne - The illegitimate son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. He was sent to Gotham City to protect him from Brutale. He is well trained in martial arts.

Tim Drake/Red Robin - The third Robin of the Bat family, preceded by Dick Grayson and Jason Todd. He is a genius designing gadgets.

Alfred Pennyworth - Butler of the Wayne family and father figure to Bruce Wayne.

Barbara Gordon/Oracle - A former Batgirl who was paralyzed from the waist down after being shot by The Joker.

James "Jim Gordon, Sr. - Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department. He is the father of Barbara Gordon and a close ally of Batman.

Harvey Bullock - A captain of the Gotham City Police Department who is not afraid to bend the rules a bit. He is a long time friend of Commissioner Gordon and ally of Batman.

Guillermo Barrera/Brutale - The descendant of a long line of assassins that have been slaying the bloodline of Ra's al Ghul. He has been hunting Damian Wayne and his mother for years, besting any guard that gets in his way. He has been trained to power through any pain and has survived multiple gunshot wounds.

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter - A villain of a small stature and a love of "Alice in Wonderland." He is a long time enemy of Batman. When Brutale found out Damian was being sent to Gotham City, he paid Jervis to leave the dark knight a message.

Other Information

Brutale was picked as the villain because I figured that if Batman had to face a foe that was a mystery to him then it would have to be outside his rogues gallery. Bruce has been Batman for nearly twenty years, so I believe he has faced all the normal villains we are all familiar with.

Brutale's extreme durability was inspired by the film "V for Vendetta." There was a scene where V was riddled with bullets but then killed everyone in the room.

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doomalade · 3 months

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#doom.txt #batman au #batman fanfiction #batman #the scarecrow #johnathan crane #poison ivy #pamala isley #dc joker #the joker #mad hatter #jervis tetch

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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Cuddling at Home

Word Count: 650

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes (including Mild Daddy Kink), So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess). Seeing this anywhere else means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age. Thank you.

“Don’t,” he begs, hooking his scissors on the wall by his work station and turning in his seat, “don’t do this to me.” His eyes are pleading, brow tilted in his efforts.

You hum a blithe tune and ignore him, continuing to bundle yourself in blankets and quilts in the corner with your stuffed animals. Nothing feels better on a winter morning than this. Even if he’s not going to join you and insists on working. The fire roars across the room, keeping the cottage cozy and warm, perfect. You take a peek over at him—just to see his reaction, not to tempt him, oh no, not that, maybe a little.

He sighs and hangs his head, glancing over with a playful glare. The way he rises from his chair, despite his show of annoyance, is graceful and swift, hurried as you wrap a blanket over your head like a hood and cover your mouth to hide the smile that wants to break free.

His groan as he approaches tickles your ears and you can’t help the responding giggle. It’s a pathetic sound, but full of his surrender. And completely fake. He’s loving every second of this flirty exchange, especially the parts where you respond—just like always.

“You’re too cute, baby,” he grumbles, close to a whine but far too teasing. He slumps to the floor in front of you, crawling closer and burying his face in your lap. “You know I can’t resist you when you’re being so adorable.”

“Sorry,” you giggle, running your fingers through his hair. “I can stop?”

He nuzzles closer. “Impossible,” he refutes with nip of his teeth to your thigh.

You chirp in startled amusement. Fingers tugging on his hair at your instinctual flinch. He pulls your hands away from his head and drapes one over his shoulders before sitting up and catching your eye with the stormy crystal of his.

“We need to get you warmed up,” he insists, feeling the frosty touch of your digits with his lips. He breathes warmth over them and you lean forward to rest your forehead to his. A twitch of a smile quirks at his lips before he starts to drag you closer to the fireplace, grabbing even more blankets along the way.

“I thought you needed to work,” you object with the slightest tinge of cheek. It’s good-natured, a concealment for the genuine concern. Your eyes flick to the half-finished hat sitting on his work table. Even as you follow along with his guidance and find your place beside him.

Settling you both by the fire to lean back on the couch, he pulls you into his arms and uses a finger to boop your nose. It scrunches in response before you find yourself the center of his attention.

“Needed to hold you more,” he replies with a shrug, tangling your legs together as they stretch out before you—making it near impossible for you to get away, not that you would want to.

Your hands cover your face at the cheesy line, spoken with such sincerity that your cheeks heat in response. Your lips press together, holding back the smile that threatens to expose your overwhelming joy. How he can just says things like that when the mood is so lighthearted—it always catches you off-guard, but you love it every time. Still, doesn’t mean he gets to know that.

“No,” Jefferson insists, pulling your hands from your face with his own and holding them away, “let Daddy see your pretty face.” His lips trail from cheek to cheek across your nose before he says, “There’s my pretty baby.”

You shove at his side with a pouty frown, barely able to move him or his arm over your shoulder. His chest shakes with a laugh, but he pulls you closer. A kiss lands on your forehead. You crack, smiling. How could you not?

#jefferson x reader #jefferson ouat x reader #mad hatter/jefferson x reader #jefferson ouat #ouat fanfiction #fluff #so much fluff #that’s all this is #an exploration of comfort

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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I saw you did DC characters, I wanted to see if you could try to do an Jervis Tetch x Injured! Rogue! reader?

The reader liked Jervis, but they thought he was always talking about Alice, so that must be who he is after- they didn't match Alice either way

The reader isn't shy or timid like Alice, they're someone that you don't want in the kitchen because they'd accidentally set everything on fire while trying to make you a cake.

But maybe one day... After being thrown back into Arkham, after losing against Batman... Maybe Jervis is actually rather worried about their dear friend? Ending with him realizing Alice doesn't have to be someone who looks like her, it has to be someone who he truly loves, which is the reader.

( in my opinion I think the reader usually as a weapon, since most every rogue has a gimmick, that their gimmick is explosive/fireworks

But you can do whatever you'd like! )

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Title: His Alice

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Home sweet home,” you said as you were led through the hallways of Arkham, “Boy I’ve sure missed being here. Got to be a record for the time I’ve be away right? Have you guys missed me? I bet you have.”

“Y/n!” Harley’s shriek cut above the noise from the other inmates, “When did you get back?”

“Yesterday,” you responded dryly, “When do you think I got back Harl?”

“Aww,” Harl pouted and leant against her cell door, “And I really thought you were going to try and change.”

“You used to be my shrink. Thought you knew me better than that!”

The guard gripped your arm tightly and you winced in pain. He continued to roughly drag you along the hall and you had no choice but to keep up with him. The Bat had been a bit rougher than usual tonight. Maybe you shouldn’t have blown up that building? He had obviously woken up on the wrong side of the bed. You let out a yelp as you were rough into you cell.

“Back once again,” you muttered, “Back home.”

“Is that you, my dear?”

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the familiar voice. You scooter closer to the wall and you said quietly,

“Jervis?”

“Yes.”

“We’re neighbours!”

Your face fell and you slumped against the wall.

“We’re neighbours…” you said sadly

You pulled your legs up to your chest and let out a yelp. You heard Jervis shuffle closer and he said softly,

“Are… are you quite alright?”

“Batsy was a little rough. I guess he finally got fed up of me. Treating me like one of the big children now. I can’t always expect the easy treatment can I?”

You let out a manic giggle and pulled your legs up to your chest. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off into your own thoughts, the one thing they couldn’t take from you. You thought about the man on the other side of the wall, one of your few genuine friends in this place. You knew what the people on the outside might think, but you had finally found people who truly understood you. You also developed a slight crush on the man you were closest to.

Although you knew it was unrequited.

What you didn’t know was that Jervis was also thinking of you. He was worried about you. He had never heard you sound so defeated and he didn’t like that. He didn’t like his Alice being sad. He blinked in surprised, slightly confused at his own thoughts. You mightn’t have looked like the Alice of his dreams but there were hints in the way you acted. The manic childishness and disregard for authority. You were so much like the Alice of his dreams.

At the sound of approaching footsteps you jerked your head up and ran towards your cell door. You slammed the palms of your hands against the glass and cried out,

“Commissioner! Commissioner! Wait!”

Commissioner Gordon sighed but stopped. He turned around and pinched the bridge of his nose and said,

“What is it now l/n?”

“Can you pass on a message to Batsy?”

“A message?”

“Yes. I’m sorry about blowing up that building. I just wanted to see what colour the fireworks would make. I didn’t mean for those people to end up in hospital.”

“You didn’t?”

“No,” you let out a manic giggle, “I meant for them to end up in the morgue!”

Ah yes. You definitely are his Alice.

#fanfiction #dc #reader insert #request #jervis tetch #the mad hatter #jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader

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disacurveball · 5 months

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“Jervis. What in hell is a War Chester Sure Sauce?”

The man in question’s head whips around, debating on whether or not to throw the pack of Bourbon biscuits in his hand at Jonathan’s head.

(The Dorks go to Tescos.)

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gothamitelove · 1 year

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May I suggest Arkham Jervis with a touch starved reader?

PLEASE i am so touch-starved so i could write these requests in my SLEEP

arkham!jervis w/touch starved!reader

jervis is a touchy guy on a regular day, and will only escalate this once he finds out how much you like being touched

he will also be really sad for you. and i mean that in the sense that he doesn’t understand how someone could see you and not want to hold you or kiss you or anything

but he’s also very glad that he’s the one who gets to do that

wants to make up for all the times you felt like you needed someone and didn’t have them, so he touches you as often as possible, whenever you want

and he’s SO clingy about it too. like there’s nothing he loves more than cuddling with you

and i also think jervis is also pretty touch-starved, so you’re in this together and it benefits you both immensely.

#asks #jervis tetch #arkhamverse #jervis tetch x reader #dcu #x reader #gender neutral reader #rogues gallery #gotham #gotham rogues #headcanons #fanfiction #mad hatter

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inkdrawndreamer · 1 year

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Behind the Wall of Sleep (BTAS fic)

After putting the Mad Hatter in Arkham (again), Bruce gets a mildly depressing window into his foe’s mental state. I wrote this up in less than 24 hours, but it’s surprisingly not bad. Many thanks to @desertarabianhorse and @ryuunoyuki for helping me edit it. Y’all are the best.

It was partially a joke on Bruce's end when he asked the man Tetch hypnotized to make a worry doll in Batman’s likeness. After the ordeal he was put through, the craftsman was willing to humor the request before he took his leave of the city for good. A tongue in cheek reminder to Tetch that he messed with the wrong people. They got a good laugh out of it, though Bruce did not expect the doll to last long. After all, with enough tossing and turning, it would probably just fall out from beneath the man's pillow. He figured he could at least get some surveillance in before that happened. Tetch had no prior criminal record before the incident with Alice Pleasance, save for the occasional parking ticket, so Bruce had not kept a very close eye when Tetch was working for him. It would have been a shame for him to stay on this path given his history and inventing prowess though, so he had visited once as his consoling boss and left him at that, with the promise of a new position on another project once he was better.

Bruce had already checked up on Alice Pleasance before visiting Tetch. She was in good spirits all things considered, and was slowly beginning to return to work. If she requested it, he already had a job lined up at a branch of the company a few states away, but she never took him up on it. She had proved rather resilient, and even a bit sympathetic toward the man that had taken her captive. However, she still had no desire to see him, and Bruce did not want to risk Tetch impeding her recovery. So far, he had not tried to contact her in any way nor had he gotten anybody to do so on his behalf. Bruce hoped to keep it that way, but making sure that each of them got help was a balancing act. What he had not expected was for Tetch to develop a fixation on Batman.

In the first month of Tetch’s incarceration, Bruce had found himself busier than usual, between putting out the many fires around the city, both figurative and literal, and Alfred taking a much-needed vacation. In his exhaustion, Tetch’s escape from Arkham managed to escape his notice. When he next saw Tetch, it was after waking from a long dream in the middle of a dingy warehouse. He had stretched himself thin enough to land directly in the man’s clutches, but rather than kill him, Tetch had sentenced him to a much kinder reality than he was used to. It was not what he needed nor where he was needed, however, and Bruce ended up breaking out of the illusion before the night was over. When pressed, Tetch broke down.

“I was willing to give you whatever life you wanted! Just to keep you out of mine!”

Those words were still echoing in Bruce’s head by the time Tetch had once again broken out. While he retained some sympathy for the man, he had lost much of his patience by that point. In an attempt to con some of Gotham’s wealthier citizens, Tetch was quick to get Bruce on his trail, with predictable results. Bruce was honestly disappointed by the turn, though not surprised. Tetch was growing more violent, and thoughts of rehabilitating him soon took a backseat to keeping him from causing more harm. It was becoming enough of a problem that Bruce saw fit to put extra eyes on his former employee—with the aid of the bugged doll.

Arkham had a long history of corruption, and every other year saw a member of its board get ousted for one thing or another. Bruce had been a member himself since before he donned the cowl, but those in charge were resistant to change. It was problems like these that drove Bruce to other methods of surveillance—to make sure the asylum did things by the book. He had eyes and ears everywhere, from orderlies on his payroll, to listening devices scattered around the building. Bugging Tetch's room was easy. The doll left under his pillow had a small recorder planted inside of it, and the device only transmitted recordings one way, which left minimal risk of the parts being used for any new mind control devices. It had been just shy of a month since he was last incarcerated, with no obvious plans to escape. Bruce spent a couple hours each week going through the recordings from inside the asylum.

Tetch talked to himself a lot, occasionally singing or humming off-key, or tossing in his sleep. He clearly had some nightmares, though his pained whines told Bruce nothing of their contents. He only hoped the man would bring them up to his therapist at some point. He seemed stable overall, which gave Bruce hope that he could be rehabilitated before any potential relapse occurred, though Bruce was reluctant to put any weight behind it. Whether or not he could be rehabilitated in earnest depended on Tetch himself.

He finally found the doll a few weeks into his incarceration. After trying for the umpteenth time to find a pattern in the Joker's evening ramblings, Bruce was surprised to find activity on the feed in Tetch's room. He was talking, not just reciting lyrics or lines of prose to himself, but conversing with somebody. Bruce turned up the volume, but he could not make out any other voices underneath the white noise of the asylum. Tetch appeared to be alone.

"It explains the dreams doesn't it? You've been in my head and under it." He sighed beneath the crinkling static of the recording. "Cruel if you ask me."

A bit of shuffling ensued and the audio suddenly grew clearer.

"We're not so different, you and I. Getting into people's heads, though you're not exactly honest about it." A sharp sound hit Bruce's ears and forced him to turn the volume down. Tetch's mumbling resumed. "I wonder what possessed you to leave this little token. A souvenir perhaps?"

He chuckled mirthlessly. Rattling metal and yelling could be heard from far away.

"Good night, I suppose."

That was the last Bruce heard from Tetch's room for some time. At first, he assumed he must have found the listening device or simply disposed of the doll altogether, but if he strained his ears enough while listening to the feed, there was still noise in the background. The feed never actually went offline. The Joker managed to break out a week later, which kept Bruce too busy to examine the rest of the Arkham feeds. It took a few days to haul him back in, bound in TV cables and cackling loudly, but the job got done. Dr. Leland thanked him with a tired smile as she had the Joker wheeled to the infirmary. She offered to examine Bruce's injuries, but he declined. They were minor anyhow, just contusions and a busted lip. Only Leland's remarks to a passing orderly reminded him that he had not checked Tetch's progress in a while.

After the most recent incident with the Joker had settled down, Bruce took the time to go through the recent feeds with Tetch. As expected, there was little to report, and he found himself speeding through most of them. Only when he moved past a bit of dialogue too quickly did he rewind it to listen in earnest.

"I saw you earlier today. Couldn't stomach a proper visit could you? Not even after waking half the building with your racket."

The timestamp on the recording was shortly after two in the morning, right around when he brought the Joker in. No wonder Tetch sounded so cranky.

"I asked about you, but you know these people. They don't say a word to you unless they have to." A bitter sigh crackled over the feed. "I suppose you do this often? Can't spare a word to any of us unless you're bringing us here in chains, hm? I should have figured."

It was the word ‘us’ that caught Bruce off guard. He knew Tetch had mostly kept to himself since he got there. It had been over a month since he was last brought in, but he was beginning to see himself as one of them rather than an outsider. It made sense, Bruce supposed. There was not much to tether him to anything outside those walls.

A couple of days passed and he had forgotten about the recordings. There had not been much to glean from it, so it was of no immediate concern. Days passed without so much as a glance at anything related to the asylum. Mob activities in the city were growing more frequent, and it took most of Bruce’s focus to gather evidence for the police. After a few weeks of work, they were able to arrest a few high-ranking mobsters. It was not as good as taking down the whole organization, but it would at least slow the gangs down while they tried to regroup. In the meantime, Bruce was free to examine the inmates at Arkham more closely. Although their particular brand of crime was on the rise, he found that they were also amenable to special privileges while in the asylum. Keeping them entertained could be almost as effective as keeping them under lock and key, so he tried to improve the conditions where he could. He furnished the asylum library and replaced the many dog-eared board games in the rec room. Unfortunately, the many pleas for a new game system fell on deaf ears after Tetch managed to create mind control cards out of the previous one. It was promptly scrapped and never replaced.

After that particular incident, Bruce kept a closer eye on Tetch. He seemed sullen, per usual, and a bit bored, but he was talking to himself less. He did not speak to the other inmates often, but they were generally lukewarm exchanges rather than anything malicious. He argued with Dr. Isley and the Joker over the TV remote, but seemed to avoid them otherwise. The only thing of note was the nightmares. He seemed to be a fitful sleeper, sometimes waking up several times a night, and when he did, he would often speak to the doll Bruce had left under his pillow. The thought of his former employee consulting with the doll like a child with a stuffed animal was oddly disarming, and Bruce was unsure of how to feel about that.

“Again, again with this,” he heard Tetch mutter one night after a particularly bad jolt. “Who would choose this?”

The sound of creaking bed springs filled the cave, punctuated by a sigh.

“‘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.’ I’ll never understand why you would choose this,” Tetch muttered.

Bruce could easily picture him lying on the thin mattress, peering at the doll in his hands as if to interrogate it.

“The machine was scanning your brain, you know, all the while. It kept track of your hormones, when you had elevated dopamine levels, incorporating your responses into the program. I guess it still wasn’t enough for you though.”

Hearing that gave Bruce pause. That function had been part of the tech that got Jervis arrested for the first time. It was originally intended to help patients with severe OCD and schizophrenia, allowing the patient to pinpoint specific triggers and work around them. As Tetch continued to work on it however, he ended up tweaking the controls, removing the failsafes that kept it from locking the user into the machine without a way out. Bruce blamed himself in part for not keeping a closer eye on the project. He was careful with who he brought on to manage and run projects for his company, doing multiple background checks both in and out of the cowl. Tetch had no prior arrests or ties to anyone who would normally raise his suspicions at the time. In fact, he had few ties to anybody. Most of his relatives lived out of the country, and he had few associates whatsoever.

“I could almost consider it noble, if it wasn’t so infuriating,” Tetch’s voice lilted through the speakers. “I handed you the keys to paradise and you spat on them. Do you have any idea what I would have done for such a thing?”

Creaking could be heard under the static, followed by a series of rhythmic thumps. Pacing.

“I tested the machine, you know. On myself. I still dream about it, and it’s so much worse than the nightmares.” His voice broke, and the pacing stopped. “I always wake feeling like such a fool for thinking that things could be good, that I could be good enough. Permanently.”

Bruce turned the volume up.

“Well of course I considered staying in it! Just allowing myself to dream and forget all that ugliness for good.” He was manic, almost chuckling. “But someone would have to be there to maintain it. And I. Had. No one!”

A loud chirp pierced Bruce’s ears through the speaker, followed by muffled static. He thought Jervis had broken the recorder after all, but a voice came through from far away, broken up by sobs, so quiet he could barely hear it.

“So beloved, even by your enemies,” Jervis said bitterly. “Lucky you.”

The audio eventually faded back into nothing. When he checked again in the morning, Bruce found the feed completely offline. The recorder must have been broken. He was reluctant to send another one out in the same form, but he wanted to keep a closer eye on Jervis. Arkham’s monthly board meeting was at the end of the week, and he figured he could stay a little longer to meet with his contacts among the employees. They had nothing to report that he had not already heard about. Slipping a new bug into a light fixture along the wall of the costumed ward turned out to be the easy part. Setting up a meeting on short notice was much harder.

“He is still in therapy Mr. Wayne. I can’t just take him out in the middle of a session,” Dr. Leland scolded.

“I understand. I don’t mind waiting.” Bruce beamed, and his understanding tone turned conniving. “Besides, I was hoping you could look over the minutes from today’s board meeting. See if we missed anything.”

She shot him a familiar smirk as she plucked the documents out of his hand. As it turned out, there was quite a lot that the board had left out of their to-do list for the month. Bruce made casual mention of two trustees’ desire to make budget cuts just as a group of orderlies were dropping off paperwork. He greeted them briefly before they left, though not without mentioning a little too loudly that the Gotham Gazette was looking for editorials from medical personnel first. Between handing out Vicki Vale’s business cards and taking photos with a couple of staffers, the time flew by for Bruce. Pretty soon, Dr. Leland had returned to let him know that Jervis’s appointment was over and he was willing to see a visitor for a few minutes.

Bruce followed her down the hall to the familiar sight of the visitors’ room. After his last escape, Jervis was not allowed to meet with anyone unless he stayed behind the bulletproof glass. Although he was not restrained, his hands remained clasped in his lap, out of sight. A security guard was present as well, though he seemed to focus more on Bruce than on his prisoner.

Bruce took his seat with a gentle smile. “Hello Jervis.”

“Mr. Wayne? What on earth are you doing here?” He fixed him with an incredulous stare.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I would pay a visit. I’m sorry it’s been a while.”

Jervis hung his head, his gaze fixed on the table. “I wasn’t expecting you to come back.”

“And that’s partly my own fault. With everything going on, I didn’t want to risk making your recovery harder.”

Jervis’s mouth curled into a hollow smirk. “Well, aren't you optimistic.”

Bruce chuckled. “That’s a nicer way of putting it. My friend Harvey used to say I was a doormat.”

“I’m not calling him wrong.”

“I prefer to be optimistic though. Just because someone has a few setbacks doesn’t make them a lost cause.”

Bruce watched Jervis’s eyes through his own reflection in the glass, watered down blue.

“I know you’ve made some mistakes, Jervis, but please know that you have my support. And don’t hesitate to call me when you get out of here.”

Jervis stared blankly at him for a few seconds before breaking out in full-throated laughter. “Like I said, optimistic to a fault.” His laughter tapered off, but there was still a hint of a smile on his lips. “But I do appreciate the thought. Thank you, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce smiled back, even as he noticed the security guard eyeing the clock on the wall. As he stood to leave, he noticed how Jervis’s hands remained clasped in front of him. A hint of black fabric poked out from beneath his fingers.

“What have you got there?” He kept his voice friendly, but measured.

“Oh.” Jervis looked almost surprised to find the object in his hands.His left hand unfurled to reveal the ragged worry doll. “It’s a… souvenir of sorts.”

“Interesting,” Bruce’s mouth twitches slightly as he turns to leave. ”Take care of yourself, Mr. Tetch.”

#jervis tetch #mad hatter #btas #batman the animated series #bruce wayne #batman #dc #fanfiction #mind control #angst #kinda #character study #dreamer writes

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Mr. Loverman | Jefferson/Mad Hatter x reader | pt 1

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

“I don’t get it, how could Mary Margret escape her jail so easily? And why did she ?”

“I don’t know Emma Storybook seems to have a lot of chaos and unanswered questions lately, like a book with a bad ending .” Emma stares for a quick second before bringing her attention back to the road.”

“You’re right, Storybook has been chaotic lately along with a ton of unanswered questions.” We share a smile, Emma quickly looks back to the road and so do I. Right at that moment we see a man in the middle of the road.

“Shit!” Emma yells while pulling the car to the side of the road, there was no damage to the car but to the man there was.

“I’ll go check if he’s ok!” I run out the car and meet the eyes of the man.

“Are you okay?” I ask the man, he seems off put them but then again he’s limping.

“I think so.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fine, nice to share the road with cars so late.” He seems to stand tall even though he’s limping, I look back at Emma, she currently is walking out of her car towards us. I turn my head back towards the man who I think was smirking at me a second ago.

“What brings you out here in the middle of the night?” The question brings me off guard, I don’t met a bunch of strangers who start a normal conversation after they were almost hit by a car.

“I’m looking for a dog.” I don’t mean to call Margret an insult but I usually call people by an animal based of their personality, well in a way it’s not an insult more kind’ve like a compliment?

“Well I hope you find your dog.” He manages a chuckle which confuses me, why would he find it funny well actually I get it.

“Thank you.” I give him a light smile, he smiles back and looks me up and down with a slightly bigger smile.

“Are you sure your okay, your limping?”

“I may have twisted my ankle a bit, but I’ll live!” He laughs and I let out a small laugh with him, his eyes follow mine like a secret admirer.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Emma pops runs up to us, and I catch a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes as soon as Emma comes but I may be seeing things.

“I’m fine, really I’m fine.” Emma then brings up his limping leg and suggests to bring him a ride.

“I Can walk perfectly, just a little twisted, you know my house Is down the road on Mcqill. It’s kinda a quick walk.” I raise my eyebrows at his comment and smile a quick smirk while my eyes are stuck on his.

“Kind of a quick walk?” I smirk and let out a small laugh, I end up convincing him to let Emma drive him home.

We arrive at his house, I gotta admit is seems luxurious. He walks up to the door but he stops in the way to turn to me.

“You know I never got your name even though you saved me from a painful walk.” He smiles and has a small laugh.

“Y/n, my name is Y/n!”

“Nice to meet you Y/n, my name’s Jefferson.”He shakes my hand, his grip is tight for a bit before he slowly lets go of my hand.

“Nice to meet you too Jefferson!”

“You know I have some warm tea inside, do you both wanna come inside and have some?”

I look at Emma who still stands beside the car waiting for me, she shakes her head no in which Jefferson gives me a frown.

“I insist.”

“Yea, I would love to have some tea with you.” My voice a hint of nervousness in which he gestures me to follow him, I look back at Emma who follows behind.

I’m closer to Jefferson than Emma, I sit next to Emma while we both sip our tea. Jefferson walks up with a map.

“I’m a bit of an amateur cartographer, mapping the area is a hobby.” He opens the map widely and I eye it in awe, he must’ve noticed because he smirked in satisfaction.

“Maybe this will help you track down your dog, what’s his name?”

“Spot!”

“Cute.” As I look at the map I can feel his eyes on me, he brings up his hand to my hair but lowers it out of self control.

“Well, Route 6 runs the boundary of the forest. So, if we just follow that we should be able to…” I look to Emma and she seems out of it, like she’s about to pass out.

“Emma, you okay?”

“Something wrong?” Jefferson’s question follows behind mine.

“I’m just feeling a little… dizzy” I hold onto Emma making sure she falls onto to the couch and not the floor.

“Let me help you, we both hold onto Emma helping her lay on the couch, I stay by her side holding her tight.

“Your limp?” Emma points out and I look in her direction, he stops in his tracks and meets my eyes. I suddenly feel a slight of dizziness take over and I fall on the floor, Emma passes out and soon Jefferson is by my side.

“Did you….drug us?” He holds on to me tight and carries me upstairs, when he finally settles me down on a bed upstairs. At this point I’m close to passing out, he lays besides me while strolling his fingers through my hair.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me now but soon you will, I’ll make Emma fix this and soon you’ll be in my arms again kitty.” I shoot him a confused look before passing out with is touch.

“Sleep well my love.”

#once upon a time #ouat jefferson #mad hatter #ouat fanfiction #chesire cat #sebastian stan

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hotpinkboots · 6 months

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reptarcrane · 1 year

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Broken Bones and Broken Minds ~

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#comic #art #drawing #jonathan crane #batman rouges #dc #digitaldrawing #fanart #jervis tetch #scarecrow x mad hatter #hattercrow #fancomic #fanfiction #comic page

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doomalade · 3 months

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Knight of Gotham: Jervis Tetch aka Mad Hatter

Born into a family of hat makers, Jervis was barely a toddler when his mother first read Alice In Wonderland to him. He would grow up obsessed with the book, his developing mental illness latching onto it after learning his father died while locked up in Arkham Asylum. Things got worse for Tetch as his mother was forced to administer her only child to Arkham as she could no longer afford to care for a child and pay for psychiatric assistance. Growing up in Arkham, Jarvis managed to educate himself in drug making, torture, and manipulation, a tool he’d use to convince the doctors that he recovered and was properly dealing with his mental illness. He was later cleared to be moved out of the asylum and was returned to his mother with his Alice In Wonderland book in hand. Jervis began his criminal career by carefully stitching together a hat and killing his mother while calling her the Queen of Hearts. Nowadays, Mad Hatter involves himself in addictive narcotics, extortion, blackmail, robbery, brainwashing and torture, kidnapping, and every form of assault under the sun.

#doom.txt #batman au #batman fanfiction #batman #jervis tetch #mad hatter #knight of gotham

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mrsedwardnygma · 2 years

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Seven minutes in heaven with Jervis and Jonathan. If y'all want me to post my other seven minutes in heaven just tell me (they all feature Batman rouges)

MAD HATTER X READER

The game keeps going until it's finally your turn. You weren't paying much attention to who had been drawn because you were still inspecting the clock Jervis gave you earlier. As you get ready to draw Jervis lunges over and snatches the watch out of your hand and drops it into the hat. You raise an eyebrow at him before reaching into the hat and pulling out the watch once again.

"Okay, It's yours again!" He says in a chipper voice. Before bouncing over to the closet giddily. He bows and ushers you in saying 'ladies first.'

Once you are in he quickly joins you and shuts the door himself. Once it's dark he takes a long almost sad sigh.

"Not very subtle about who you wanted to get picked by back there huh?" You say.

He holds up the watch and spins one part of it around and the it lights up in a hypnotizing swirl. Now you can see his face. It looks somber. He cups your cheek with his hand gently and presses a soft gentle kiss against your lips before pressing you against him and pausing in the moment. Warmth radiates over you and you go deeper with the kiss but a warm tear falls from his face to yours.

"Jervis, what's the matter?" You ask softly pulling away even though you don't want to.

He looks down clutching the watch.

"You aren't my Alice..." he says his voice cracking.

"I can be your Y/N." You say taking his warm hand in yours. He squeezes softly.

"I want you. I cannot have you. I'm sorry." He says ripping away from you and flinging open the door. he runs across the ballroom and out the front door. You stand there with all the other guests staring at you. You want to follow him but you don't.

JONATHAN CRANE X READER

You suck in a breath as you pull out a crow feather from the hat. You look over to see Jonathan's reaction. He hasn't seemed to notice. He's sitting on a windowsill singing quietly to himself. Joker hops over to where he is and slaps him on the back. Jonathan whimpers in fear and falls off the windowsill looking mortified.

"Lovely singing voice there Johnny but you gotta go in the closet now!" Joker yells in his ear.

Jonathan looks angry and unhappy about this as he glides to the closet like a ghost. When he sees you coming the anger fades away and a blush covers his cheeks. You smile at him. He just stares at you. You go into the closet and the door shuts leaving you and the horror themed serial killer alone in the dark. You should be scared. But the fear is mixed with excitement. Like the feeling at the top of the roller coaster before you drop.

"It's so dark." He whispers before crumpling to the ground against the wall knees to his chest. You sit down beside him and wrap your arm around him. With your other hand you take out your phone and turn the flashlight on. He stares at the light before looking up at you with fear in his eyes. He looks like he is about to cry.

"Im Im sorry. Im pathet- Pathetic. Leave me. Please. I don't want you to see see me in the... dark..." He chokes trying to hold back tears.

You set your phone on the ground face down so it illuminates the closet and his beautiful eyes. With the now unoccupied hand you intertwine your fingers in his pulling it away from his face where he's trying to conceal his tears. Your other hand wipes his tears away.

"It's okay to be afraid. It's okay to cry." You say squeezing his hand.

He sobs another apology before collapsing into your embrace until he is basically just crumpled in your lap. You tell him he doesn't have to apologize. You run your fingers through his hair because that used to calm you as a child.

The door opens and Joker just stares for a minute before closing the door again. We stay in there for a long time. You want to kiss him but you don't want to frighten or overwhelm him. He plays with your necklace while lying in your lap and eventually he falls asleep. You stay like this for a long time. Hours later he seems unsettled by a dream and you softly kiss his forehead. He awakens looking scared and you stay up talking the rest of the night. The Joker is very amused when he finds you still there in the morning.

#dc fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter #mad hatter x reader #the scarecrow #the scarecrow x reader #seven minutes in heaven

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Can I ask for Gotham Jervis with enemies to lovers S/O? She would be his opposite, riding on motorcycle, wearing leather and wouldn't be able to stand each other (she would call him Willy Wonka rip off) but they had to work together and slowly starts liking each other (she would start laughing at his jokes, he would though her working on her motor is attractive).

Also unresolved jealousy since she would be flirty with targets while he would be talking all about 'Alice'

do opposites truly attract?

pairing: jervis tetch x fem!reader

a/n: uh-oh! did someone say leather???? i'm in.

summary: small headcanons of jervis tetch with an opposite fem reader, heads up for killing mentions and a wound

🕰) oh querida, the chaos?? *spanish voice* diosito mio, rezo por ustedes mis amores.

🕰) anyways, as we know, he really dresses like in the 19 century for some reason and has nice manners while you are like a feral wild cat, who had absolutely no manners and impulsive.

🕰) jervis couldn't stand working with you, she always putting your boots up on the table during tea time, he has tried correcting you many times but you can't change.

🕰) when you two weren't in an alliance you would fight and attack each other, but even with an alliance it wouldn't stop the insults from occurring, he was absolutely offended when you called him a 'willy wonka rip-off', he wanted nothing but your head served on a plate and you also desired his.

🕰 every time you two spoke, it is like a passive-aggressive discussion, but it doesn't stay that way as you poke and prod him, until he looses patience and prods harder.

🕰) so jervis needed this alliance with you now, and you needed it too. and so, due to a collective need, you had to work together in a heist, and of course, another schemes, he needed the brawl, and he was the full brain.

🕰) on one of these plans you got gravely hurt, he could've left you to die but for some reason, he became incapable to do it, you know, leaving you to get caught. jervis, saved you and well you had to stay with him for some time, the police had really hitted well.

🕰) the tension was always dense in the air the first days, the first one you tried to kill him and you threatened him and laughed at his vulnerability because he did not let you rot and die, and he simply responded with a condensending

"well my dear mockingbird, i guess if instead of thanking me, you are going to mock, i might as well shoot you, even though it can be considered a sin."

🕰) let's say that after that you were very quiet and more nice to him, he began hanging more around your bed-ed form, and talking not in a passive-aggressive way, like actual human conversation.

🕰) jervis learned a lot by having to be with you, he learned you really like leather coats, he also learned you had a tattoo! our mad hatter here started feeling warmth and not the hating heat he felt when thinking of you as an enemy.

🕰) but from your perspective, jervis was in another light, in one you haven't felt in a long time, it could be considered a crush or more, but his jokes seemed funnier when they weren't targeted with aggression, even though when you were able to walk while healing you didn't bolt out into your lair, you stayed and helped domestically.

🕰) once you could fully move the first thing was checking on your motorcycle, jervis decided to accompany you by the excuse that you were going to get hurt by recklessness. even though he liked to admit seeing you get your hands dirty and being so, so strong, made his blood flush into his face, some grease got into your face and he offered you a napkin with his initials.

🕰) on the next heist you did together you were continuing the suit of your flirty personality against the targets, sending winks and complimenting, only that jervis felt a pang of negative feelings against the targets, or you? he didn't know, he only felt this when alice paid attention to something else, why did he felt that against you?

🕰) on the other hand, you felt a pang of jealousy every time he spoke about alice as if she was immaculate or a deity, just that when you acted flirty against the targets, jervis would stare at you while looking really pissed.

🕰) when you both of you stopped working together the dynamic was a nonromantic game of cat and mouse, he did something to spite you, and you would try to get his ass, and viceversa, it felt like fun, and not vengeance

🕰) sometimes you would just appear and spend tea time with him, even though you decided to stay anf not confront, jervis didn’t do that, he identified his feelings, and didn’t want to shut up about them in fear, he has planned a whole game to tell you how he felt, and he only could wait to tell you.

#Jervis tetch #mad hatter #gotham #gotham tv #gotham x reader #jervis tetch x reader #Mad hatter x reader #mad hatter dc #batman x reader #dc x reader #batman rogues #batman rogues x reader #Batman fanfic #Batman fanfiction

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