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Can you write something where the reader is badly injured in some way and jason rushes her to the manor for help and everybody is confused on who she is bc they didnt even know he was in a relationship (despite them being together for awhile) but they see how soft and cute he is with her. (I’ve never made a request so sorry if it got kinda rambley)
anon you’ve got me TEEMING with ideas I LOVE the trope of nobody knowing jason has a girlfriend and they find out but it is NOT by Jason’s choice nor reader’s.
Also omg? Your first ask is to lil ol me?? That means this is a special occassion. And you’re doing great I’ve def sent worse asks.
Out of the Bag
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader || Hurt and Comfort.
Word Count: 1,862
Warnings: Injuries, swearing, near death experience, blood, knife mention, stabbing, canon-typical violence, use of pet names (princess, baby), drug (pain med) use
You were sat in an alleyway, vision going in and out.
“Tell me something, princess. Anything.” Jason’s voice rang out in your ear.
That’s right. In your right hand, you held your phone, to your ear. Your other hand was pressing the fabric of your coat to the side of your stomach. The blood had soaked through, becoming sticking on your palm and fingers.
You should’ve listened to Jason. You shouldn’t have walked home alone, at night. Luckily your phone had been in your pocket and not your purse, which had been stolen from you by the same guy who decided to stab you.
“Princess,” he sounded panicked.
Right. “Wish I had kicked him harder.”
You heard a sigh of relief leave him, “That’s my girl.”
The phone slipped from your grip a little as your head swam. The sight of blood coming from your own abdomen made no help in quelling your nausea.
You fixed the phone. You had called Jason the second the guy ran off, leaving you to bleed out. He was driving, you think. Tracking your phone to try and get to you. “How far?”
He said something you didn’t hear. Your vision was swimming, your side was aching, and you couldn’t help but keep this funny understanding out of your mind that you were dying.
That this is something Jason had come back to your apartment with a few times, claiming it was nothing. It was something.
You heard him call your name, “What’s around you?”
“I’m tired,” you mumbled.
It seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. Jason was trying to tell you to stay awake, to look at the alley around you. To look out towards the street and tell him what you saw. Then he was there, standing in front of you, his helmet hiding his face.
“I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He cupped your face, tapping your cheek to get you to open up your eyes. He crouched down, pulling your hand from your side to assess the damage.
You smiled lazily and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
Jason muttered a slew of swears as he pressed something soft yet hard against your agonizing wound. You let out a yelp before Jason was picking you up, placing you on his bike.
He’s talking fast, “Fuck. Okay, listen to me. We’re going to go somewhere new, okay? There’s nowhere around here except there for me to get you safe.”
You passed out nearly as soon as he started the bike.
Jason’s freaking. He had tried to keep you safe from anything like this. From everything less than this. And here you were, bleeding out in his arms as he carried you through the batcave. He beelined for the cots and the medical supplies off to the side. He knows his motorcycle couldn’t have been the smoothest of rides for someone in your condition, but it’s all he had in such a short time span.
He’ll apologize when you wake up.
When. He repeats. When she wakes up and when we can get the hell out of this place again and when I can remind her I love her.
No one was back from patrol yet. He set you down on the cot before tearing off his helmet. He tossed it aside, pulling out a med bag and ripping it open. He pushed up your shirt, examining your side and where he had placed the military-grade gauze pad. He curses at the amount of blood.
His hands are shaking. Jason’s hands don’t shake, but you’ve proven to him a lot of things you could make him do that he hadn’t known he was capable of in the last year and (almost) a half of your relationship.
Jason nearly drops the suture thread before another hand is reaching out from just behind him. It catches the thread and Jason looks back over his shoulder. Alfred’s there, moving up to you.
“Allow me. You keep checking her vitals.”
Jason hadn’t even heard him come up. He’s nodding, stepping back to let Alfred take over the stitching. He moves to the other side of the bed.
That’s when he catches sight of the dark figure moving closer from behind Alfred. Jason immediately fixes him with a deadly glare, pointing at Bruce, “Do not come closer!”
Bruce stills. He’s in his bat suit, his cowl hanging behind his head, exposing his face. He looks down to your body, “Who is she?”
Jason doesn’t want him here. Rather, he doesn’t want to be here. You should’ve been home by now. Getting ready for bed and sending him a goodnight text. He turns his gaze back to you.
There’s some hair across your face that he hadn’t noticed. He moves it out of your way without a second thought, “My girlfriend.”
“Finally feel some remorse for sending someone to their grave, Todd?” Damian’s voice spoke up, walking up and stopping beside Bruce, “He’s probably trying to just reverse what he did.”
Jason ignores him. He wants to yell, scream, and maybe shoot the little bastard, but he was right. In a way, this was his fault. He didn’t look after you. He should’ve offered you a ride. Called you a taxi. An uber. Anything.
Jason grips your hand into his. It’s a way to count your heartbeat, and another way to ground himself. To reassure that you’ll be okay. His other hand stays on your cheek. His thumb gently moves back and forth, stroking your skin.
He barely registers Bruce telling Damian to go wash up. When the brat is gone, Bruce speaks up again, “What happened?”
Jason doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “She was walking home from her friend’s. A mugger got her purse, she fought back. He stabbed her.” Jason takes a deep breath, “She still had her phone. She called me. I brought her here because it was closest.”
A beat of silence. Still stitching you up, Alfred speaks, “How come we’ve never been introduced?”
Jason shakes his head, “I didn’t want her near any of this. She’s bad off enough sticking with me.”
Once you stabilize, Jason brings you up to his room in the manor. He walks past Dick, Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph without looking at them. They sit around the batcomputer, watching Jason gently carry you out ot the cave.
He changes you out of your dirty clothes once he makes a run back to your apartment to grab you some of your own spare clothes.
Asides from that, he doesn’t leave your side.
He lets you have the bed to yourself. He pulls up a chair beside it, waiting for you to wake up. He didn’t want you to be alone when you did, in a strange place after a traumatic event. It was a recipe for disaster.
The sun’s been up for a long while and Jason hasn’t budged. He sits there, your hand gripped in both of his, held up and pressed against his mouth. His lips brush over your knuckles whenever he speaks up. Uttering a “I’m sorry.” every now and then.
There’s a light knock at the door before it’s cracking open. Jason turns his head to find Dick poking his head in. Jason glares at him.
Dick steps further in, presenting the tray he was holding. There were two glasses of water, some solid foods, and lighter ones, probably for you. Jason looked back down at you, letting his older brother enter.
“Just… figured since you’ve been cooped up in here all day,” Dick begins, setting the tray down on the beside table beside Jason.
Dick moves back around. He stands at the end of the bed, leaning against the tall bed post that was meant to hold up a canopy. “I heard…” he trails off, before nodding and your body in the bed, still unconscious, “Who is she?”
Jason looks up at his brother, not letting go of your hand, “So you haven’t heard.”
Dick rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”
Jason raises his brows a little. He looks back down at you. His hand reaches out to brush along your forehead, moving away imaginary stray hairs, “My girl.”
Dick nods in understanding, “How long you two been together.”
Jason pauses in thought, “Over a year. Our anniversary was in December.”
A small, choked sound comes from outside the door, in the hallway. “A year?”
Jason looks up at Dick, who makes a face that shows he’s knows he’s been caught.
“Are they seriously listening right now?”
Steph poked her head in first, an apologetic smile on her face, “We wanted to know!”
Duke pokes his head in next, just above Steph’s, “And we wanted to meet her.”
Tim’s head in next, above Duke’s, “You can’t carry a random bleeding woman into the cave and expect the family of detectives to not be curious.”
Cass’ head appears below Steph’s. She nods in agreement.
Jason let’s one hand go of yours to wave his hand through the air, “What the fuck? She’s not even awake!”
“Well that’s why we sent Dick as bait.”
“For the record,” Dick held up a finger, “They built off of my original, innocent idea of bringing you snacks.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jason stands up, taking a few steps forward. He points them all back towards the door as they start to filter into the room, “Get—“
“What’s going on…?”
Jason’s whole body whipped back around at the sound of your groggy, rough voice. The others watch as he’s back at your side in a millisecond, his whole demeanour changed. “Hey, you’re okay. Everything’s okay. Remember how I said we were going somewhere new? You thirsty, baby? Here, I got you some water.”
“Oh, you certainly did not get the water,” Dick piped up.
Jason glared back over his shoulder as he held the glass of water for you, keeping the straw Dick had added placed in your mouth.
You stopped drinking, your eyes now on the other people in the room. You turned your head, propped up against pillows Jason had put there for you. You weakly raised your left hand to wave, “Hi… oh?” your gaze turned down to your hand. A heart monitor clip sitting on your finger grabbed your attention. You gave a confused pout at it, “I feel funny.”
Jason set the water aside again. His glare was gone. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, “You’re hopped up on pain meds. That’s why, princess.”
“Damn,” Steph spoke up, “I wish I got the literal princess treatment.”
Jason turned back around, pointing out the door, “Get. Out. Leave my girlfriend alone until she’s better.”
You looked at the strangers, pointing at Jason with your left hand, “I’m his girlfriend.” Your head tilted back against the pillows as you stared up at Jason, pursing your lips, "I’m tired.”
“I know,” Jason said softly. The others began to filter out of the room as he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, this time on the lips.
From the exit, a collective, “Awwww,” sounded out.
“Out!”
Your drugged up voice came after his, once they were all back in the hall, “Nice to meet you!”
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd fic#red hood#red hood x fem!reader#red hood x you#red hood x y/n#jason todd x you#ask missy#cw injury#cw blood#cw knife mention#cw knife#tw knife mention#cw near death experience#tw near death experience#dc fic#dc#red hood x reader#dc x reader
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I still think Jake should be given a knife. However, I also want to give one to Gabby and Grett now. They all should be allowed to stab someone (or multiple someones).
~♠️ Anon
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#disventure camp#disventure camp jake#disventure camp gabby#disventure camp grett#cw knife mention#cw stabbing mention#spade anon#♠️ anon
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I love her dearly she's my wife actually
digitalized a doodle from a bit ago!! one of my fave poses with her :3 (her booty's out /silly /nsx)
#elemental#elemental ember#ember lumen#pixar elemental#pixar#proelium#proelium au#disney pixar#elementos#pixar disney#pixar fanart#cw knife#cw knife mention#tw knife#cw suggestive joke
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Newsies told through the hunger games simulator
The Bottom Line:
Watch What Happens:
Davey before Watch What Happens (reprise):
Brooklyn’s Here:
Once and for All:
#musical theatre#newsies#newsies the musical#livesies#hunger games simulator#tw knife mention#cw knife mention
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Horror fans, what's your "route" or whatever to enjoying it?
Like for example, I'm into horror because of what I like to call the "gross is cool" reaction, like the kind you sterotypically see in little boys who've just seen something violent or touched goo or something. I'm just like "eww woah that's so SICK hahaha cool". Even with physiological horror it's just "wow that made me feel like SHIT this is so fucked up, that's awesome!!!!"
Other routes to being a horror fan seem to include hits such as "this whole film/game/book a metaphor and important social commentary actually" and "ayo... 😳 what that knife do??? *Lipbite*"
#original posts#Horror#Horror games#Horror films#Horror books#Horror fan#Tw knife mention#CW knife mention#Knife mention
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i think getting chopped up into itty bitty thin slices by one of those asian chef guys who cuts phallus-shaped vegetables with a really sharp knife would fix me.
#back problems GONE#teeth? TERMINATED#double chin? FRUIT NINJA TIME BABEY#i don’t mean this in a pain way btw. like i’d still be alive and healthy afterwards. it’d just feel like a massage#my post#🌫️#cw knife mention
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cw/tw for sh btw
i’m literally abt to freak out my mom took my knife 💔💔💔 and i need to cut 💔💔💔💔i am going to lose it💔
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new meme template just dropped
#epilogue speaks#memes#meme template#tw gun mention#cw gun mention#tw knife mention#cw knife mention
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It’s occurred to me that another reason people dont usually bother me while I’m cooking is that if I’m holding a knife and they ask where something is I will point with the knife. and it’s just clicked in my head that people probably don’t enjoy that much.
#when I’m cooking it’s basically just an extension of my hand to me. I only put it down to pick up another implement#yes I do have spacial awareness I’m not holding it near anyone or anything like that. just pointing with it#cw knife mention#my posts dont forget this tag bro.
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Cooking Lessons
Jason Todd X Reader
My first x reader fic! Of course I had to go with jason. He’s the love of my life🥰 inspired by me not knowing how to properly cut a bell pepper yesterday and wishing somebody (cough cough, jason, cough) had been there to help me
(ps. for anyone who also doesn’t know how to cut a bell pepper!)
Not proof read!!
Warnings: use of feminine pet names (ex, princess) food mention, knife mention, knife use, one (1) use of profanity.
Jason walked into the kitchen, sweating from his workout. He found you standing at the counter, your back to him. You had a knife in hand, chopping something up. He opened the fridge to grab himself some water. He could smell the spices of whatever you were cooking in the pan to your left.
He walked up beside you. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down. There was chicken cooking in the pan and you were cutting up a bell pepper, “What you cooking, princess?”
“Quesadillas,” You hummed, focused on your task at hand. There was a cooking book open off to your right, set on top of the microwave
Jason hummed in response, smiling, “Smells good.”
He continued to watch you chop. Your hand moved slowly. You set the pepper on it’s side before cutting it in half, straight through the centre. The seeds inside spread all over the knife. You began to awkwardly cut around the centre, further making a mess of getting the seeds everywhere. He grew a little concerned as he kept watching, “Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Who taught you how to cut up a pepper?”
Your shoulders dropped a little, your hand stilling. You looked up at Jason with a defeated look, “Nobody…”
He chuckled. He leaned in and kissed the pout on your lips, “May I?”
You nodded. He set down his water before moving in behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms under yours. He picked up another bell pepper, a dark green.
He placed it on the board, placing his hands over yours. His chin rested on your shoulder as he spoke, “First, you gotta cut off the stem.”
He guided your hands, enjoying the small giggle that escaped you at the sight of his large, calloused, scarred hands resting over your smaller ones, nearly engulfing them.
He spoke calmly and slowly, “Now, you flip it on it’s head, where the stem was. See the bumps? You cut down to chop those off.”
You hummed, “Like this?”
Jason nods, “Just like that.” He pulls his hands off yours, bringing them back to rest on your hips, letting you do it yourself.
“See?” He says when you finish, leaving the untouched centre, with all the seeds still intact, leftover, “This way, you can take the pieces you cut off, flatten them out, and they’re easier to cut,” He pauses, “Plus, you don’t make a mess of the seeds.”
He picks up the centre for you, tossing it into the small open compost bin sitting on the window sill of the kitchen. You shrug, picking up on of the pieces you had cut before, covered in the tiny white pellets that were the seeds, “I was just gonna wash it off with water.”
He lets out a low, thoughtful hum, “Waste o’ water.”
You mimic his hum and cast him a look over your shoulder, where he still rests his chin, “Not what you said last night when you dragged me into the shower with you.”
A grin pulls at Jason’s lips. He raises his eyebrows a little, amused, “That’s why we gotta counteract our water usage, princess.” He straightens, planting a kiss on your cheek, “It doesn’t help that your knife is a bit dull. I’ve got a sharpener in my duffle, though.”
You didn’t realize what he meant until he had already stepped out of the kitchen. You whipped around, “Jason Peter! You are not using the same thing you sharpen your blades with on my kitchen knives!”
He steps back in, holding his hands out, “It’s clean!”
You stared at him, “I do not believe you.”
She caught Jason’s smile before he nodded at the stove beside her, “Chicken’s burning.”
“Shit!”
#dc#red hood x reader#red hood x fem!reader#cw cursing#tw cursing#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x fem!reader#cw knife mention#cw food mention#tw knife mention#tw food mention#jason todd x you#dc x reader#red hood x you
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=3
[Picture ID: A gift list for Ichika. It has!
A small amount of plushies of Ichika's team including preevos, with some new additions of the Dragon team.
Charms and keychain mons... there is... a whole lot more of those then the plushies.
Throwing knives...? Huh.
A carving knife.
Blankets with cooling packs in them, all with silly little patterns of the Larvitar line and Zubat line.
Clip on earrings, some are the simple ones, and a few are the more fancy ones.
Some clothes and other accessories. Collared jackets, long fingerless gloves, a few new hair bands, chokers, claw caps, capes?? They're small shoulder capes, the kind that don't even go fully down your back.
General treats, several different flavors of Konpeitō are on there several times, along with mochi, ramune, along with others.
The list goes on for a good bit about some other general day to day items for her pokemon that would get used up...]
[There is also a do not gift list.
Anything to do with Dragonite, Salamence or Magikarp (Salamence... Magikarp??).
Long capes.
Overly feminine items (The word overly seems to be bolded on purpose).
Sour foods.
End of ID]
>=33333
-Marianne
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As a follow up to my last take, I think Jake should be given a knife and the opportunity to stab one (1) person of his choice.
~♠️ Anon
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[ * Hi folks, this post is gonna be a really unconventional one to my usual blog things; I'm reuploading 2 posts from nearly a month ago that I deleted due to a moral conflict with myself that I finally (sort of) solved and I can now rest in peace ]
[ * These are 2 asks I got from Ink Anon (#1) at nighttime (my timezone), which.. led to my usual Late Night Insanity™ ]
[ * I will also be sneaking in what I remember of my train of thought from that night + what I think could be the root of that ]
CONTENT WARNING: Yandere trope themes, knife mention, me being cringe when answering
[ * Also, to the folks who were there when the asks first got posted and witnessed it all. sorry I didn't tag the posts properly I think. But I'm (sort of). fixing that YAHOOO!!! ]
[ * Posted on February 1 definitely post 10 PM, deleted on 8:40-ish AM on February 2 ]
[ * When I first got this ask I was quite confused. I somehow didn't have the initial thought of it being a yandere thing, so I didn't add the tag. I thought it was gonna be some kind of subversive thing or smth like that, hence the unsure tone of my answer. ]
[ * Then my brain exploded. Seriously, never in a million years had i seen this coming, but I like yanderes, so......that happened ]
[ * I just wanted to answer quickly to hopefully get another ask in my inbox and continue this convo, which... Never happened btw, as you may notice. ]
[ * basically, Ink anon scratched at the right spot in my brain. A little too well, perhaps. Also reminder that this happened post 10 PM and you can't trust your brain things after that time. ]
[ * my leading theory on why I reacted like this/enjoy yanderes is that they'll hardly ever leave behind whoever they're obsessed with. And um. The last thing I would ever want is to be abandoned by Ink (character), so.... Ya. He has helped me throughout a lot of things in the past 3 or so years, it hurts to even think of him leaving. And also the idea of Yandere Ink makes me feel better about being NOWHERE NEAR being normal about him. ]
[ * Aftermath of those 2 posts? The next morning I woke up and I saw smth on Tumblr and one thing led to another and I started feeling really bad about this ocurrence, but I ✨got better✨ ]
[ * So yeah! That's it, that's the post. Definitely darker than the usual stuff you'd find on my blog, but here's a post. ]
[ * Also I'm now tempted to draw some things based on those 2 posts so um.... Oops ]
#INK SANS ANON?!#corv's archive#cw knife mention#tw knife mention#cw yandere#tw yandere#[ * I hope i tagged this right ]#corv goes darker yet darker#<- [ * New tag for this kinda stuff ]#[ * It's gonna come in handy ]#corv's late night insanity#<- [ * it's 4 am over here ]#[ * at time of typing this post ]
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LET'S FO THAT DULL ASS POCKET KNIFE THATWWAS CONFISCATED WAS GIVEN BACK TO ME!!
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All I can imagine is Michael feeling fluffy after chapter 9. Like he’s just stabbing someone in the face and all he’s thinking about is how beautiful his crush is or things like that. His head is just filled with all sorts of thoughts of her.
Awww that's so cute though
Mikey in between stabs just accidentally stabs the wall behind bc whoops sorry I've got my girl on my mind...😍
#answered#virginal#fanfiction#michael myers x reader#michael myers x you#michael myers#Halloween#cw knife mention
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Another few things about rewrite!jervis.
- that tea party shit? Hell yeah he still has those but hypnotizing people? Using hypnosis on people to force them to do stuff?? Making them do stuff against their will??????? HELL no, he already feels uncomfortable about the hats he has to make, why would he want to make people do his bidding for some friggin tea party????? He’s just goofing around with friends!!!! Friends who actually WANT to be there!!!!! No hypnosis necessary!!!! He is a nice fucking person ok
- Joker initially tried to do his makeup, (yes, he does wear makeup when he’s “on business”), and Jervis tolerated it the first few times, but Harley noticed that he was looking really really uncomfortable and nervous, so she offered to take over for Joker, and has been helping him out with it ever since.
- Jervis didn’t start out acting “mad”. He was only acting that way, at first, and was doing so on Joker’s orders.
…at first.
- When he was just starting out, he didn’t make the actual hats themselves, he just put the components and wiring and stuff in hats he’d buy or find, and maybe give them a bit of a touch-up if they seemed like they needed it. As he got more familiar with the way they were made, his engineering mind started trying to figure out how he might be able to make them himself, and so he began gradually moving away from modifying store-bought hats and started making his own custom ones.
- He’s probably been in Arkham on only a few occasions. And he only turned himself in on one of those occasions… which wound up being the worst experience of his life. They barely helped him, and really just wound up traumatizing him instead of improving his mental state. He managed to escape, thanks to a few friends he’d made in the “asylum”, and made absolutely sure he’d never have to stay there for longer than half a week if he ever went back there again.
- REFUSES to use knives and certain other weapons. Honestly prefers to punch people if he can lol
- Did i mention he’s
…god dammit, I can’t shorten “homosexual” to anything besides “homosex”, and for extra points I could just say “gaysex” and break the internet-
He’s biro/gaysex.
*Explodes*
- Joker reminded him too much of his old managers. So fuck him! Broke the man’s nose and noped the FUCK out of there.
- He and Harley are actually fantastic friends, literally lesbian/gay (and also bi) solidarity I love their friendship
- so, listen, to clarify his sexuality, cause labels BARELY cut it:
he’s ok with women. they’re fine. They’re nice. It’s cool.
Enbi people? YES. Oh my GOD, yes.
MEN??????????
Cue the goddamn tea kettle sfx and flustered, embarrassed Lewis Carroll quotations. Because oh, fuck. He is not prepared for the pretty men he is n
- Oh my god oh my god oh my goD OK SO he has that cool thing where he was born with a handful of pigment-less patches on his skin, and it makes it so that he has a natural white streak and a few little white hairs here and there in his hair, he’s SO cool, even one of his eyebrows has a big bit of white in it cause there are a few spots around his eye that don’t have pigment- it’s really hard to see the actual spots on his skin, but if you look closely you can see that there are spots where the hairs are completely white- it’s so cool- (I don’t think it’s vitiligo, I’m pretty sure vitiligo is something completely different and doesn’t actually allow hair to grow from it..? But I could be completely wrong.)
- His nose has been broken a couple times.
- He’s never used his pocketwatch to hypnotize someone without good reason, except when Joker was his “boss” and told him he had to.
- worst nightmare? Initially, he’d say being trapped. After whatever makes him snap makes him snap, and once he starts mentally recovering from it and regaining his sanity, however… it would definitely have to be “losing his head” all over again.
‘S all for now folks-
#jervis tetch#rewrite!jervis#jervis tech au#au jervis#batman au#batman mad hatter#the mad hatter#rambles#tw knives#cw knife mention
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