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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 days

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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART TWELVE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; A night by the fire brings out desires.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Ah, the burn is quenched. She fell first, he fell harder. Oh boy, he fell harder. Soft Jervis. This is still just the begginning. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader is still struggling with revenge and feelings. Reader doesn't give a fuck anymore. Reader and Jervis are still in their friends to lovers era. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

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

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

♫ “baby, I'm star-struck by you / didn't know we'd get so far, and it's only the start.” Scary Love by The Neighbourhood

You're still reeling from the minor success with Selina. You can't stop thinking about the way she zoned out- just from your words. It looked as though her consciousness melted before your eyes, if only for a moment. Mr. Tetch, Jervis, was right. There is something intimate about hypnotism. It's like they become an extension of you and your own desires. Whoever they are, they become your puppet. It's exhilarating.

You similarly can't stop thinking about the feeling of Jervis's hands on your waist. The way he whispered those damn words of affirmation, like you were his number one priority. You still have no clue if you can trust him. But that doesn't seem to bother you anymore. He was the stranger in your dreams, the man haunting your psyche. You felt more connected to him then anyone you had been connected to in years. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You'd been staying with him for a little over two weeks now. Time goes by fast, apparently. Every mornings the same, it's become routine. He cooks breakfast, lets you sleep in. You get dressed. Eat together. You two talk about anything and everything over tea and biscuits, mostly about books and chess and crosswords and revenge. He simply makes you smile. You watch him struggle to use a smartphone and he watches you struggle to hypnotize passersby's.

You've begun to notice the pull to him has been growing stronger and stronger. The nature of your relationship with the man is questionable, at best. You don't know exactly what you two are. But you do know you are his only friend. You don't mind that.

You've also started to notice, Jervis has his own way of displaying...affection. You're not quite sure if that's the right word, but it works. He offers his numerous praises very vocally, or in small pats to your head. When he's having too much fun with you, he refuses to cook, or do anything to separate himself from you for even a minute. He hypnotizes the neighboring mansions household to go out for groceries, dinner, or even small trinkets that remind him of you.

You're unsure if it makes you uncomfortable or extremely flattered. After all, he could kill you at anytime if he truly wished. But you decide on flattered, after he buys you numerous dresses and flowers and your favorite issue of the Gotham Gazette. You don't mind whatever it is the two of you have. Forced proximity seems to change people.

He's your teacher in all aspects. Hypnotism, dancing, cooking, cleaning. Sometimes he'll come up behind you, and you can feel his heat behind you. It makes your breath catch in your throat. He'll position you, arms on your side, clicking his tongue at your posture or your form. What an interesting man.

It's turned oddly domestic. And you can tell...he enjoys it. It's like a dream for him. There's something about the way that his smile reaches his eyes, it makes it hard to resist him. He admires you.

On a different note, you keep seeing Selina each night. You give her the minor scoop on what's happening. She thinks you're trying to learn hypnotism to hypnotize Mr. Tetch. She doesn't need to know exactly what's going on. You're a good liar. You got that from your mothers side. She also doesn't know you try to hypnotize her every night she comes over. She tells you everyone thinks you're either dead or as good as.

Oh well, you think. It's happening. You're getting close. You can almost taste revenge on your tongue. You can't stop the play-by-play of imagining your fathers face for the first time after this. You wonder if it would be hatred, or disappointment. Good. He chose Lee Thompkins over you. He knew. His own daughter. His blood.

You stare into a fireplace. You watch the flames lick up the side of the walls, dancing to a peaceful rhythm. It reminds you of your heartbeat, the steady crackling inviting your eyes to look. It's beautiful. It's calm. It's a welcomed warmth.

You hear footsteps behind you, and don't turn to see who it is. The sound of two china teacups clanking together on their plates, Jervis comes to rest beside you on the couch, offering you a cup. You take it gently. He sits cross legged beside you, unwinding from the day.

You remember what he said on the balcony all those days ago. Nights in Gotham are mesmerizing. The man next to you, he's turned your life upside down. And now...you two are...what? Partners? Associates? Friends?

You feel his gaze burn into you, one of admiration, as if he were staring at a painting. He leans his head down.

"You look pensive, dear. Are you anxious?" He stirs the cup of tea lazily, eyes boring into yours. "We have the world for you and I to call our own. We have money, we have an estate. We have a wonderful plan. Why worry?"

The world for us to call our own. There he goes again- saying things like that. You feel your blood run hot.

"Remember when you shot me?" You can't stop the words coming out of your mouth. He seems to falter slightly, and his body tenses. His voice is barley above a whisper.

"...Yes?" He looks at you with an edge.

You nod, recounting the memory. You're not sure what you expected him to say.

"Did you like me back then?" You whisper. You see his grip on his teacup turn his knuckles white. Your words are forward. You always need answers. You curse yourself.

"I did...I do." He breathes. He speaks as though it's his last night alive, faced with a great opportunity to finally speak his mind. "...But I always knew what you were really destined for. We were always fated to be together. Even from that first night."

It's all out in the open. Fated to be together. You digest his words. How strange- to be enthralled, captured by someone. His trickery, his identity. His hypnotism. It dawns on you, he hasn't once moved to compel your affections. At least not that you remember.

The whole situation suddenly makes you laugh.

He's stunned. He's silent long enough that he realizes he's staring, and makes an effort to keep his expression neutral. But his eyes don't lie, completely enamored with you.

"You're laughing."

"I am," You huff through quiet giggles. "This whole city- this whole situation, it's all so fucked."

His smile slowly widens once more. He doesn't know what to make of your reaction. He was certain you'd be cold, fearful. But you're not. You're...laughing.

"...You have quite the mouth on you." He's amused, despite himself. He sips on some more of his tea and puts down the cup. He speaks again with quiet humor. "You laugh when you're nervous, don't you?"

You shrug. Your voice takes on something playful. "And what do you do when you're nervous? Go bat-shit crazy?"

"Ah, among other things." He hums, sitting back. That grin of his kills you. "It was only one time." It was not, of course. He studies you.

You smile at this. At the way he talks. The way he dresses. Everything about him is so perplexing. "You're entertaining, you know."

He crosses his arms and shifts in his seat. His gaze is one of amusement. He's just as interested in this exchange as you are.

"Am I?"

"Yeah. You just have this edge to you. I can't quite place it."

"I'm nothing if not enigmatic, I assure you." He can't help but feel strangely proud of this. "I am many things; charming, polite, beguiling-"

"Cocky." You add to his list, interrupting him with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"Perhaps." He snickers. "I prefer confident, dear."

"I'm sure you do, showman."

You two enjoy the banter. Neither of you have been very much of a flirt with each other. Perhaps it's the fire, the smiles on your faces, the rush of revenge and hunger coursing through the two of you.

"And you are...what? Curious? Persistent? A tease?" He asks, delighted.

"A tease?" You snicker at his words, and offer a fake gasp. You roll your eyes. "If anyone is persistent, it's you."

He snorts at that. Yes, he's definitely enjoying this.

"Oh, really? Am I just going to have to accept the role of a relentless pursuer? An incessant suitor? An unceasing hound?" The words flow smoothly from his lips. You wonder if he's talking about his experience with Alice...or with you.

"You're doomed by the narrative." You settle on, beside yourself. His eyebrow twitches at this.

"You're terrible." He says with a mock groan. His eyes light up, the smallest twitch of his lips reveals his expression is one of childlike joy. You shrug and smirk.

"I'm honest. It's what you and your silly little delusions need." You bite your lip, and gently poke his hat to emphasize. You watch his smile falter as you poke it. Not many people would touch the hat. How...intimate, he thinks.

"...Yes, I suppose I do fall into delusions often...are you going to set me free from my fantasies, then?"

Time seems to stop at his sentence. He is talking about you. Whatever the two of you are.

You set down your tea, and make up your mind. You take both his hands into your own, and watch his dazed expression. You two look at each other, and a mutual feeling blooms inside you two. Warmth, comfort.

"What do you fantasize about, Jervis?" You ask softly, just below a whisper. The firelight bounces off his dark eyes, glinting.

He holds his breath before he speaks, smile disappearing. He seems completely serious, completely devoted, completely obsessed with you. You consume him.

"I fantasize about you. What else is there? The thought of just..."

His faze drifts to their intertwined hands. There's an intensity as he speaks. It must be the warmth of the flames, or the comfort of the surroundings, but the words that tumble from his lips are different than usual. There is a vulnerability to them.

"The thought of you and I being one...forever," He continues, "Is it wrong to want another's whole heart? Their affection, their adoration? To want to claim them as yours?"

"Is that what you want?" Nothing exists right now, except him. "For me to be yours?"

"It's what I crave....I want you all to me. You and your attention. I want that and I would go to any lengths to get it. I would move hell and high earth for you, Y/N."

Fuck it, you think. He's the closest thing you've ever gotten to home.

"You really are crazy, you know that?"

Before he has a chance to speak, you cut him off with a kiss.

His eyes widen in delight. He's stunned, almost unable to believe what's happening. He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap and returning the gesture twicefold, with passion. His hands move through your hair, cradling your head.

You sigh into his lips, pulling away ever so slightly. You feel him squeeze tighter. He's needy, desperate, still kissing along your lips and jaw and neck to consume every part of you.

The fire is all but forgotten, the sound of the city around them is muted. All you two can hear is the sound of your breath, your heartbeats, your touches.

He pulls you closer, his hands resting on your hips. His grip is tight, unrelenting.

You finally pull away, finding each other equally stunned at what just transpired. Heavy breathing and panting sounds out.

The silence for a moment is almost deafening. You can read it on his face. He can't believe someone would willingly kiss him back without needing to use his gift. He looks upon you with a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and pleasure.

"Don't shoot me again, yeah?" You say against his lips, retracing your steps. The sudden urge to run away melts within you as you imagine what your dad might say, what Tabitha might say, what Selina might say. You swallow.

He speaks gently, watching you get up, as if he can't quite believe this is real. He can't help the giddy smile that stretches across his face. He doesn't want you to leave. He wants you with him. Forever.

"I make no promises."

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batman-dc-imagines · 2 months

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

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adalwolfgang · 1 month

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Jervis: Happy birthday my dear! It’s me! I’m your gift!

(Name), whispering to Jon: did you get a receipt or do i have to keep him?

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(Name): And that's how I got here...

Zsasz: Ha! You sure are a funny one!

*Zsasz stares for a long moment*

Y/N: What?

Zsasz: I like you. Like a lot. I'm going to keep you.

*His hand tightly held (Name)’s*

(Name): Uh..okay-.

Negan: Good! There was no choice anyway.

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Edward: I always apologize when I'm wrong.

(Name): I don't think I've ever seen you apologize before.

Edward: I'm never wrong.

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Oswald: you're trying to use my ego against me?

(Name): I thought it'd work.

Oswald: no, it worked. I'll do it.

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Jerome: Something's off.

(Name): maybe you've finally developed human emotions and are actually feeling bad for hurting people?

Jerome: no, but that's funny!

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Jon: Have you heard the joke about the gas light?

(Name): no..?

Jon: Yeah you have.

(Name): no I haven’t.

(Name): You've literally heard it already.

(Name): I HAVEN’T?!

(Name): You're crazy.

#x reader #reader insert #gotham imagine #gotham fandom #gotham jervis tetch #gotham edward nygma #gotham oswald cobblepot #gotham victor zsasz #gotham Jerome Valeska #Gotham Jonathan crane #gotham jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x reader #gotham jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch x reader #jerome valeska x reader #victor zsasz x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #edward nygma x reader #gotham incorrect quotes

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theriddlersunderwear · 4 months

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#gotham penguin #Gotham #gotham oswald cobblepot #tabitha galavan #barbara kean #gotham jervis tetch #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #victor zsasz #jonathan crane #capcut #video editing

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one-fancy-flapjack · 6 months

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Love how in Gotham Oswald & Riddler went from "random twink turns into THAT twink" between S1 and S5. MEANWHILE Jervis went from " Otter" in S3 to twink ins S5 LMAFAO

can you tell this is a very tired post because i can

#gotham #gotham tv series #gotham oswald cobblepot #gotham oswald #gotham penguin #gotham edward nygma #gotham edward #gotham riddler #nygmobblepot #gotham jervis #gotham jervis tetch #gotham mad hatter #gotham s1 #gotham s3 #gotham s5 #gotham spoilers

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nobodyproblematic · 2 months

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Jervis, greeting everyone: Mr. Valeska *Tips hat*

Jervis: Evening, Penguin. *Tips hat again*

Scarecrow: Hi.

Jervis:

Jonathan!

#gotham tv #gotham jervis tetch #gotham incorrect quotes #scarecrow #jonathan crane #Jerome: I knew this bitch picked favorites-#hattercrow

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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Hi! How are you? I was just How would Gotham jervis react to an girl with a lot of piercings? I have 11… two lip piercings (snakebites) two nose (left nostril and a septum) piercings and a navel. As well as gauges and some other ear piercings. I’m just curious and you write him so well 😅👉🏽👈🏽

Gotham! Jervis Tetch with a S/O with a lot of piercings

Note: than..k you?? I write him well? I try.. he’s my babygirl after all

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Holy fucking shit he’s down bad

He may be all composed high and mighty, but god damn the second you look at him he’s in his hands and knees. He just- he just can’t

He’s kind of terrified of you but in a good way! You look so tough and pretty and bold and beautiful and strong and confident and-

If your kind of mean and intimidating he will be weak for you, he’s like a little puppy! He’s so nice and sweet and your all intimidating and mean! He loves the contrast between the two of you. And people’s surprise when they find out you two are dating!

If your nice he thinks it’s so funny! You look all intimidating but your so sweet and cute! He might baby you but not in public cause that would be embarrassing.

He loves to buy you new like jewelry for your piercings and stuff! He’ll get you anything you’d like! But pretty gems and jewels in your earrings are his favorite!

He thinks kissing you with those piercings is kinda weird feeling at first, but he gets used to it quick. He thinks it’s unique! Your so special, yours kisses show that about you!

Sometimes he will just count your piercings and what jewelry you have on as like a grounding technique.

If you want to get more piercings he has to inspect the place first, he doesn’t want them using a piecing gun, everything has to be sanitized, they have to be a professional, other customers have to leave good reviews on them, before he even considers letting you go there

Because he loves you of course

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#cas.txt #ask #jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader #gotham #gotham fox #gotham tv #gotham x you #gotham x reader #gotham jervis tetch #gotham jervis tetch x reader #levimanco

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 month

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Could you do some angsty Gotham!Jervis Tetch headcanons?

But no y/n stuff.

"The Victorian Moroseness" Gotham!Mad Hatter

I tend to stay away from y/n directly because for me it disconnects the flow of writing. A lot of people like it but it's not my favorite.

Please pay attention to the trigger warnings on this one, my loves, we're going dark.

TW: Suicidal ideation/discussions of different methods of suicide, hypnosis, murder/stalking/criminal acts and angst

Jervis gets himself into periods of depression and low-feelings when he's alone and not plotting. It's easy to remain whimsical yet delightfully criminal when he has something to focus on. It gives him a wicked purpose. Using his abilities to get exactly what he wants and guide their hands through his.

Yet what does he have when his favorite book has finished it's story once again? His companions have left him or they've been incarcerated. He has no concept of a "normal" existence. Alice, his sister, is gone. She's gone and she left this world trying to get away from him. It all makes the bile build in the back of your throat.

It's these moments he sits in a room and stares blankly at the wall. No witticisms or fantasies that will take him out of it. He thinks of how easy it would be to overdose on any of the drugs he has in his bag. Just drift off to sleep, to Wonderland, and not have to worry about any of it ever again.

Perhaps he could hypnotize a group of people to jump into Gotham Harbor with him. Capitalize on how vengeful and "selfish" he could get. Let the pawing hands of the others drag him down to the water as they scramble to stay afloat when he allows them to "wake." It would be more theatrical than just tossing rocks into his pockets, certainly.

He thinks about death a lot in these moments. His own, Alice splayed upon the spike she fell on, the many others he himself has caused... It's so easy to send them off now. What's one more?

Some moments he jumps into finding a romantic Alice. If only he could find his other half, that would fix him. Very unhealthy, seeking out a partner for the idea of them rather than getting to know them at all. Forcing them to say everything he wants them to say and do whatever he wants them to do without concern for what they want. Usually ends in someone getting seriously hurt or him being arrested (again.)

Then he's back here. Rejected again.

He tends to be saved when either A) a grand idea comes along or B) one of his villainous companions reaches out to him. Ah, well, it's all just sunshine again, isn't it? Another wondrous day in the Wonderland he's making for himself in Gotham. He's in control and this time, this time everything is going to go swimmingly!

#mad hatter dc #gotham mad hatter #gotham jervis tetch #foxwriting

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caramel-clowns · 2 years

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watching gotham is just me going “oh god what is he wearing???? I want his wardrobe”

#gotham #gotham tv #Jeremiah valeska #Jerome valeska #oswald cobblepot #jervis tetch #Edward nygma #victor zsasz #gotham victor zsasz #gotham oswald cobblepot #gotham Edward nygma #gotham jervis tetch #gotham Jerome valeska #gotham Jeremiah valeska #outfits

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Asking for Jervis w/ male reader one bed troupe. I think it would be funny if he got all shy and blushy, and they woke up closer than they remember in the morning... Gay as shit for that man

A/N: I too am gay as shit for Jervis and love the one bed troupe. I know I said it’d be out tomorrow but I finished it early and don’t see the point in waiting to post.

You Need Better Pillows

Jervis Tetch x Male Reader

WORDS: 1,539

YOU JERVIS TETCH

He couldn’t believe this. It was HIS house. The mail was addressed to Jervis Tetch and still Jerome managed to convince him to share a room with one of the others. They all had to lay low for a bit, causing mass mayhem and killing people tended to make Jim Gordon the GCPD look for you, and Jervis’s house was the only one they didn’t know about.

Only problem: it is a 3 bedroom house, not 4. The other two rooms had twin beds and Jerome argued it would be easier to share his king sized bed then try to squeeze together on a twin. No he was rushing to tidy up his room while you three finished arguing about who got their own rooms.

Gosh he hoped Jerome won the argument, he really didn’t want to share a bed with a sadist who smells of sweat. Johnathan would be fine, the first thing he did once they arrived at the house was shower, and he didn’t seem like the type to kick or move in his sleep. If Y/N lost, oh my, there’s a possibility Y/N would be sleeping in his room tonight. Jervis’s pace quickened as he cleaned, mind & heart racing at the mere thought.

Y/N was the man who made him feel as though he was Alice, stumbling through wonderland lost and confused, still in awe of everyone and everything around. Before you, life was gray, dull, everything menial and slightly aggravating to do. The first day you were introduced to Jervis, standing next to Jerome & Johnathan, arm extended for a handshake, he began to see dull shades. Oh! As soon as your palms connected, it was almost breath taking how quickly grays turned blue, red, green, and ever other color under the Sun or Moon. Y/N was the perfect guy for Jervis, but he didn’t know if he could handle laying next to you, inhaling your perfect scent for hours. His heart might burst, and Jervis didn’t want to get your perfect skin dirty or risk waking you.

After the room was basically spotless, Jervis stayed pacing back and forth for what seemed like hours. What would he do if you were to sleep in his bed? Could you notice how he grinned like the Cheshire Cat next to him? Is it possible you’d return his feelings? Or would you be disgusted? Jervis never had the courage to as about your love life, if he discovered that his perfect partner was spoken for he’d have to hypnotize you into his arms, but he wanted you there willingly. Perhaps you weren’t interested in men at all? What would Jervis do then? He’d never force you to be a sexuality not belonging to you, but it’d hurt to much to live. Here goes his mind again, falling down the rabbit hole due to Y/N.

Ah ha! Jervis know what he’ll do, yes, he has the perfect solution, he’ll give up his room for you to share with Johnathan! Y/N L/N and Johnathan Crane are known by every “villain” in Gotham as completely platonic friends, best friends who do most everything together and have for years. Even before becoming rouges, the pair had been inseparable. He knows nothing will happen between you two, and you’d have to agree because then neither would be unfamiliar with sharing with the other. Yes, this will work nicely! Jervis strides over to his bedroom door, turning the doorknob and taking a few steps before bumping into something, or, as he discovered looking down, someone.

You let out a small woah as you fell, landing on your butt and peering up at Jervis, the annoyed glare disappeared from your features and a small twist in the corners of your lips taking over. Geez roomie, not even in bed yet and I’m falling for ya. Heat rose to Jervis’s cheeks as he leaned down to help you up, muttering apologizes before a slight rigidity shot through him.

Roomie? You had called him Roomie, which meant that indeed, Y/N and him will be sleeping in his room, in his bed, so close together. Wait- what else had you said? Jervis cleared his throat and turns himself back toward the room, hoping his face will return to its normal color before he must face you again. Ah, I’m assuming you lost the, what did Johnathan call it, “Battle of Sleep Conditions”? Yeah, turns out always picking rock is a horrible strategy. You shrug your shoulders as you follow Jervis, eyes darting around his room as you stop in the doorway, blissfully unaware of how panicked the man you’re conversing with is. A comfortable silence stretches over the room, well, comfortable for you. The quick gleams of your pupils and the subtle head nods are too inconspicuous for him to see as he scrambles to determine if your reaction is negative or positive. Instead of asking, his fingers intertwine themselves with they stringy ends of his throw blanket. Nice room Tetch, your place looks way better then whatever hell scape Jerome’s house is. Seriously, how’d he even come up with some of that stuff? Your words and small laugh let his shoulders fall and mouth exhale a small sound mimicking yours, white teeth coming into view. I’m not sure Y/N, perhaps the same way he comes up with all the horrors he’s created. Anyhow, thank you for the compliment, I’ve had to do quite a bit of redecorating since the old owners moved out. He sent you a slight exaggerated wink, feeling much better watching you gracefully travel about his room, fingers tracing faintly over the designs and engravings cluttering his possessions.

I supposed so, hey, is there a bathroom in this part of the house? I still have gunpowder on me and the one Johnathan used is waaayyy back there. You put down an old hat stand on his dresser to point left, the direction you had stumbled into him from. Of course, Jervis guides you to the side of the room he was on, this door here is to the master bathroom. Do you need anything? There should be all the necessary toiletries already. He pulls the door open and flips the light switch as he moves to give you a pathway in. Actually yes, if you don’t mind. GCPD got into the lab before I had a chance to grab my go bag, do you mind if I borrow so pajamas? I’m alright in this if not. A sheepish smile graces Jervis’s favorite face, and he finds it hard to speak over the deafening thump of his heart. Y/N, you can absolutely borrow something to sleep in, sorry the guards I got for you weren’t suitable for protecting your workspace. What would you like: silk, cotton, I have many different kinds to choose from. He scans the drawer of pajamas looking for a pair you’d like.

Don’t worry about it, guards lasted long enough for me to leave and that’s what matters. I’ll be good with just a T-shirt and boxers if that’s good with you Tetch, thanks a million! Once again tonight, Jervis finds himself hiding a blush for you as he hands over the clothing. Lovely Y/N will be sleeping in his bed, in his clothes, next to him! Hearing the water turn on, Jervis changes his own clothes and lays down, staring at the ceiling. While he ponders how the bed will be shared, his eyelids grow heavy. Despite trying to fight it, he succumbs to slumber before you can return, the days events catching up to him. After you finished your shower, you had quietly slipped under the covers on the opposite side, purposely leaving space between you and your secret crush to keep him comfortable.

Waking up the next morning, Jervis relished in the quiet. Seems he was the first to wake. He moved to stretch, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar weight causing him to freeze. Instead of a blanket, he found himself wrapped in Y/N’s grasp, head tucked under the other man’s chin. The panic and shock started to subside, though his embarrassment stayed. How had this happened? He fell asleep on one side of the bed yet here he is, cuddling on the other with a very much still asleep and unaware Y/N. Did he move over? Was he pulled over during the course of the night? Jervis remained as still as possible while he looked for clues to answer his many questions, but apparently not still enough.

You had stirred, pulling his back even closer to your chest & tightening the grip you had on his waist. Your pillows sucked, you’re too comfortable, go back to sleep Jervis. He heard your mumbled words and decided that maybe that was a good idea, so he began to get comfortable. He struggled for a bit before turning to face you, curling into your chest and letting a content sigh slip out, not seeming to notice the chuckle bouncing through you. With one last good morning , Jervis let himself drift off once more. More then happy to let his future self deal with the situation when he awakens.

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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ELEVEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

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

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) TBH this chapter is mostly fluff as apology for my absence. Jervis and reader getting that dance. The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. (Guys, he's falling harder!!!) Soft Jervis. Jim and Barbara are tweaking out. RIP selina's faith in reader. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader struggling with revenge and feelings. Reader and Jervis are still in their friends to lovers era. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You roll your eyes and get to work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blink at him. You hadn't noticed.

"...Like what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"No promises needed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. Ah well, you tried.

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

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

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

Hopefully.

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batman-dc-imagines · 2 months

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Hello! I love your Gotham character letters and I was wondering if you could do the J squad (separately) writing the reader a letter promising to come visit them soon because they escaped from Arkham but they can’t yet cause of Gordon and the GCPD? Thank you!!!!

A/N: A situation ship is a relationship that hasn't been explicitly defined but you can view your relationship with these boys however you wish. I also tested out more rhymes with Jervis.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Relation: Situation ship

𝙃𝙚𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨,

𝙈𝙚, 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙫. 𝘼𝙩 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝙒𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬! 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙡’ 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙘𝙥𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙝? 𝙊𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 ‘𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖? 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤! 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘼𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬!

-🃏𝙅

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Relation: Situation ship

𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫,

𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫.

~ 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐬

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Relation: Situation ship

𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘳. 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘢. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯.

-𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘑𝘰𝘯

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