#jervis tetch

WARNING: Violence! Death!

Jervis promised Alice he would follow her anywhere. Even when she ran away, he kept his promise. He loved her endlessly after all. Although Gotham was a big city. Crime rates seemed pretty high and very few wanted to be alone. That was what Jervis was good at, depending on only himself. It worked to his advantage. He decided that he’d go to the police in the morning and report Alice missing. For now, he’d have to wait for a bus to get to the hotel.
Although he wasn’t alone.
You kept your head down, lighting a cigarette. Jervis crinkled his nose.
Smoking was a nasty habit, after all. He heard you let out a sigh, the smoke passing through your lips. You leaned against the bus stop, kicking at the ground momentarily before casting your eyes upwards. Jervis didn’t make eye contact keeping his eyes anywhere but in your general direction.
“Oi! Willy wonka! So are you new here or what?”
Jervis wanted nothing more than to ignore you. Although he was the only one around and it simply was the height of bad manners to ignore someone no matter how ill-mannered they are.
“I just got here tonight.” Jervis replied somewhat crisply with a fake smile. You scoffed before taking another puff. “Ugh! Lucky you! I’m dying to get out of here but I can’t leave. Born and raised here y'know? Been here for years.”
He curtly nodded once before taking a few steps back creating more distance between you.
“Have you been out having fun tonight, eh?” You asked.
Jervis really didn’t want to tell you his real intentions and he really wanted you to stop talking to him. “Uh.. yes.”
You gave him a flirtatious smile. “You seem like a bit of fun.”
Your eyes ran up and down him and he wanted to shiver. Only his dear Alice ever had his permission to look at him like that. She was better than that. A much higher standard. His Alice was his one and only.
Jervis said nothing ignoring the comment with distaste. 

You bent over slightly placing a hand to your neck with discomfort. Jervis didn’t ask, he didn’t care to know what had you so suddenly uneasy. Perhaps you remembered not to talk to strangers. Better yet, all Jervis hoped that this bus would hurry up. He moved closer to the bench by the bus stop.
“You know I tried to quit these.” You held up your cigarette and Jervis jumped. Suddenly you were leaning on the bus stop inches away from him and he hadn’t even heard you. Perhaps it was the medicine. Side effects did cause some confusion. Not to mention what happened when no longer taking them so abruptly. He huffed irritated and moved away again to create some distance once more. Yet you didn’t skip a beat and kept on talking. “That’s what you get when you party too hard in these streets of Gotham, eh? I was at a house party and then a whole drama kicked off with my friends. Some bozo chatting it up with my friend and she didn’t have the heart to tell the bastard to clear off. I did it for her. He started threatening us and by then the night was ruined for me to I decided to head home. Unbelievable eh? All because someone won’t get out of your face and take a hint!”
Jervis couldn’t ignore the irony in your rant given desire for you to stop talking to him. Jervis turned his back to you as he took idle steps and tried to ignore you as best he could. However he was quickly losing patience. 

That was when Jervis realised how quiet you suddenly were. He turned back to see you face down on the ground, cigarette nowhere in sight.
That was strange he didn’t remember hearing you fall.
“Pardon me?” Jervis looked over any sign of movement. “My dear, tonight is not the night for games and tease!” He chided but never the less moved closer to you. He nudged you with his foot lightly. “Excuse me?”
No response.
Jervis sighed before rolling you off of your front only to cry out in horror.
Your throat had been cut, your eyes empty with no sign of life anywhere on your body. The blood began to drip down your neck and chest.
Jervis staggered back with complete disbelief.
Suddenly you were gone without so much as a trace. 
He looked to through the sheet of transparent plastic in the bus shelter but his own reflection did not meet his gaze.
Instead of his own reflection it was yours.
“I’m dying to get out of here. Been here for years.” Your reflection said blankly and Jervis took off running. 

Jervis never forgot his first night in Gotham. He never forgot your face. Nor could he explain what he had seen. Although there was one thing that Jervis could have noticed with a keener eye.
Upon the very bench that stood barely a few feet from him, had a small plaque engraving on it.
‘In Loving Memory of (Y/N) (L/N)’

Jervis Tetch fans Talia al Ghul fans

Grant Morrison deciding to write their fav as a sexual predator in a book that would go on to become many people’s first introduction to that character in the comics

this morning I went for a walk— the jasmine had begun to bloom, and the birds were really singing in full-force

So, a little bit of flowers and birds for you

Top 10 things I drew months ago and forgot to post

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Riddler’s bnunny hood

Ridder in question!

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My dorksquad but they are valentine’s cards! Send em to your lover, send em to your bestie, send em to your enemies!

Pov you’re me at 12am and in a bout of insomnia you drew some worried men on your phone

Batman in Undertale??!!! Man get tf outta there

(the drawings are obvs traced from official btas art btw so I hope that doesn’t make me look a bit lazy)

Tw: blood

NOT SHIP but have some labyrinth versions Jervis and Alice

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She is just sitting there

@jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear made a point about this but I can’t find the post but scarecrow is a shortking compared to Jervis tetch

Evidence:

Conclusion:

(Pretend there’s elevator music whilst they’re sitting there in Arkham)

“And you have to believe me when I tell you that no one could ever be as beautiful as you are at this very moment, because I could never want anyone more than I want you right now.”

-Mirella Muffarotto