Can you please do btas mad hatter headcanons that are fluff? Thank youuuu
a/n: sure thing anon! fluffy hcs coming up! for more fluff I do also suggest reading my SFW alphabet I did for him here
BTAS Mad Hatter Fluff Headcanons
- Jervis sends you many, many love letters while he's in Arkham. I wouldn't be surprised if Arkham Post Office had to cap his outgoing mail.
- You're not sure how, exactly, but he somehow even manages to send you flowers too…
- This man has a countless list of date ideas; picnics, strolls, cozy nights in, fun cute activities…You name it.
- Jervis' favorite date idea however has to be the picnic dates though. He loves rowing the boat to a secluded little area, basket of food in tow on one arm and your arm around his other arm…
- Definitely hears wedding bells after the first date and they only get louder as the days go by.
- Sometimes he will try to wake up before you do, so he can watch you sleep…you look so sweet and peaceful beside him--its hard to resist the opportunity.
- He will also try to wake you up by making your favorite hot beverage whether its tea or coffee (if you like neither of those things he will still try and think of something sweet and savory to give you)
- One of his favorite places to rest his head is in your lap…your gentle and caring touch caressing his blonde hair as you read to him or talk to him.
- This man lives for kisses. Kisses and kisses galore. Your temple, your forehead, the back of your hand, your cheeks, and of course your lips…he wants it all.
- The same goes tenfold when you kiss him…man grows addicted to your affections and will think something is wrong if you do not return his affections or don't show any on your own accord.
This is a really strange and specific thing to ramble on about but I’m obsessed with the way Jervis behaves in the Worry Men episode. The fact he overemphasizes a lot of words for literally no reason (arc-HAM) in that episode like he’s... literally so pretentious in the way he talks. Like he’s genuinely just a total dick. And his fake crying too talking about how he was broke. It’s so funny to hear him just be a complete and utter conversational asshole.
Like, when we see him previously he’s an emotional wreck. He’s snarky here and there yeah but, he’s mostly just overly emotional and completely ditzed out in his own world. But in the Worry Men, my god that is like... literally my favourite characterization of Jervis. He’s just... such a goddamn ass??? And I understand he’s a villain but his behaviour shift is so funny to me.
It’s good too like, he’s way more confident in himself, so it’s obvious that yes he was genuinely legally released from Arkham as he said. His self pity is COMPLETELY gone. He’s no longer shy, self deprecating, and he has way more control over his emotions. He’s done a 180°. But I just love how ‘Sane Jervis’ instead of being a self deprecating man with heartbreak is just a pretentious douchey assbag. Literally everything that comes out of his mouth in Worry Men sounds like sarcasm or sounds condescending, and 80% of the time it has literally no need to. He’s just being a total jerkweed because he’s proud of himself. I love it so much.
He went from 🥺 to 😏 all because he got therapy. Good for him
hi Ri I hope you are doing well. If it isn't a problem may I ask how the BTAS Dork Squad+Penguin (I was tempted to add Secret Six Hatter but figured those 4 were enough) would react to the reader (either gn or fem) having a vivid nightmare about him cheating on her/them and how he would comfort her/them? It's up to you if you want to go into detailed headcanons or not. Either is fine with me. Have a great day/night <3
a/n: heyo! I can totally do this! for me to keep things organized in my masterlists I'm only going to do the btas dork squad plus penguin and will make a note to do secret six hatter later in his own separate post!
BTAS Dork Squad + Penguin React to Reader Having a Nightmare About Them Cheating
BTAS Riddler
You woke up to Edward shaking you. Tears spilling across your cheeks—unlike other nightmares you recalled this one clearly…
A nightmare based on an anxiety that haunts you night and day, that you try to keep at bay.
Edward almost feels guilty…even if he didn't actually commit the act of cheating…has he…not done enough to reassure your anxieties?
He's quick to put his hand on your shoulder and squeeze it reassuringly…reminding you that he's here, with you—there's nowhere else he'd rather be!
Edward Nygma, the Riddler, adores you and only you. Only you have solved the enigma that can be his heart…and no one else.
Him referring to his heart as a puzzle made you giggle a little, but it did make you feel special!
Edward wrapped his arms around you, and you rested your head on his chest…
You managed to fall back asleep to Edward kissing your head and his hands gently rubbing your back…
BTAS Mad Hatter
I don't know why but I feel like given what he's been through in Arkham, Jervis is a fairly light sleeper.
So, he jolts from bed when he hears what he can swear is weeping…his heart breaks when he sees your awake. Your back is toward him, but he can hear you sniffling, no doubt trying to wipe your tears…
Jervis' heart practically shatters when you tell him what your nightmare was about…Him? Ch-cheating on you?
His arms were around you in an instant, his head nestled in the crook of your neck and shoulder…
Jervis begins whispering reassurances in your ear. His arms tightening around your waist periodically.
He…he could never? Why would he ever? You know how much you mean to him…no one could even remotely compare…
Eventually, your nerves were able to calm down and your tears stopped…but his affections didn't stop.
He kissed your tear-stained cheeks, he caressed your face as you both settled back into bed. Jervis whispering how much he loves you—
BTAS Scarecrow
While Jonathan yearns to be the harbinger of nightmares to many…he never wants you to suffer from them or any fears in general.
He wakes up because he hears you, tearfully, crying out his name—yet your eyes were still closed…
When your eyes slowly blink open, Jonathan worriedly asked what's wrong…
Jonathan was in complete shock when you shakily explain you had a nightmare about him cheating on you…
He brought you into his arms, his hand caressing your back up and down.
Jonathan tells you how he could never leave you, no one could remotely hold a candle to you…to understand him and love him for all his faults as you do…He would be an absolute fool to ever cheat on you or leave you…
Hearing Jonathan be so…vulnerable and open with his feelings…not only was it…reassuring but it also just made you fall in love with him all over again…
BTAS Penguin
Oswald was stirred awake when his hand didn't meet your waist like it would many nights before.
Instead, it met your thigh, you were propped up in bed, breathing shakily and drinking some water.
When Oswald asked what was wrong…you were reluctant to answer…it was just a nightmare…but Oz thought it might make you feel better to talk about it.
He was shocked that your mind was so cruel as to conjure up such a scenario…
But he comforts you, takes your hand and clasps his hands around it.
Oswald couldn't imagine anyone else's laugh or smile he'd rather hear or see…he dreams about a life with you until he leaves this earth.
You've shown him such devoted and unconditional love…he wouldn't dare throw that away for anyone or anything.
After sharing a sweet kiss, you were able to go back to sleep and sleep peacefully with the one you love by your side.
STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]
Summary: When the love of her life disappears without a trace, Elsa spends years searching for answers. As time passes and her dreams of stardom finally come true, she begins to wonder if any of it was worth it without you.
Word Count: 2,000
Tags: Angst, reader death (not graphic), some moments of fluff
The first time you saw Pepper, her wide eyes were fixed on a butterfly that had landed on the sleeve of her dress. Elsa had been talking to someone else at the time, negotiating and persuading with that effortless confidence. Yet halfway through her sentence, she trailed off. She followed your gaze and found herself looking at the strange girl standing alone near the flowers.
Pepper smiled. It was such an open, uncomplicated expression that something in your chest softened instantly. Elsa glanced at you. You glanced at Elsa. Neither of you needed words.
That evening, Pepper sat between the two of you on the ride back to the grounds. From that day forward, she became yours.
The freak show was little more than a dream in those days. The tents were worn. Money was scarce. Yet despite the uncertainty, you were happy. The three of you were creating something that felt like a family.
Pepper helped you hang costumes out to dry. She followed you around the grounds while you worked. Elsa sang her songs she could never quite remember, but always enjoyed. On quiet evenings, all three of you squeezed together around a tiny table inside the main tent, sharing whatever meal you could afford that week.
For Elsa, it meant more than she ever admitted. The world would come to know Elsa Mars as ambitious and larger than life. You knew the woman beneath all of that. The woman who feared failure more than anything, and who desperately wanted to be loved though she was never entirely convinced she deserved it. You loved her anyway. Perhaps because of those flaws rather than despite them.
One night, long after everyone else had gone to sleep, Elsa rested beside you beneath a thin blanket in the trailer you shared. “You believe in me, don’t you,” she asked quietly. By then, your family of freaks had expanded. There was a real show now, and Elsa took pride in all of her monsters.
You turned toward her. The vulnerability in her voice always caught you off guard. It seemed impossible that someone as bold as Elsa could sound so uncertain. You brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Always.”
The smile that followed was one audiences never got to see. It belonged only to you. Years later, after everything that happened, that smile would remain one of your last memories.
The day you disappeared began like any other. You kissed Elsa goodbye before your venture into town for supplies. Pepper hugged you twice because once was never enough. Then you climbed into the truck and headed toward town to collect food, medicine, fabric, and a dozen other little necessities required to keep your makeshift family running. Nothing felt unusual or significant.
If you had known what waited for you, perhaps you would have stayed a little longer that morning. Perhaps you would have kissed Elsa again. Perhaps you would have hugged Pepper tighter. Instead, you left with every expectation of returning before lunch.
You never made it back.
At first, Elsa wasn’t worried. You were late occasionally. A flat tire wasn’t unheard of. Occasionally the townspeople were hostile and you had to go to the next town over. Sometimes errands simply took longer than expected. But when afternoon became evening and evening became night, concern settled heavily in her stomach. By midnight, she could barely sit still and before dawn, she began searching.
She drove into town herself, stopping at every little store and shop. She questioned the shopkeepers, their customers, strangers on the street. Anyone who might have seen you. Nobody had. The following day she found the truck abandoned just outside town. The supplies were still inside, but you weren’t.
Something broke inside her then. The days that followed became a blur of desperate searching. Elsa combed through every road, every field, every ditch she could find. She questioned anyone willing to speak to her and plenty who weren’t. She spent money she couldn’t afford chasing rumors that led nowhere.
When the local authorities stopped caring, Elsa kept looking. People advised her to move on, but Elsa ignored them. Pepper became distraught. Elsa always soothed her and promised you’d be home soon. And that’s why she always stayed in Jupiter. In hopes that one day you’d come back. She wanted to be there waiting for when you did.
When weeks became months, she still refused to give up because giving up meant accepting the possibility that you weren’t coming home and Elsa had never been particularly good at accepting things she didn’t want to hear.
One evening, Pepper climbed into Elsa’s lap inside the trailer. Elsa hadn’t slept properly in days. Her eyes were red. Her hands trembled.
Pepper touched her cheek. Elsa wrapped her arms around Pepper and cried harder than she had since childhood. Because you were gone and she couldn’t find you. For the first time in her life, determination wasn’t enough to fix what was broken.
The years passed. The show grew. New performers arrived one after another. Elsa welcomed them all, but a part of her always remained searching for you. Maybe fate would finally return to her what it had stolen. It never did.
Over time, the search transformed into an obsession. She made herself a promise out of desperation, a bargain. If she made the show successful enough, you would return. If she became famous, you would hear about it and come back. If she reached the heights she’d always dreamed of, somehow, some way, you would find your way back to her.
So Elsa chased success with everything she had. Every standing ovation, newspaper headline and scrap of recognition drove her forward. Her hope renewed, in a sense, but none of it was ever enough to fill the empty space you’d left behind. Even during her greatest triumphs, she found herself glancing toward doorways and entrances, imagining your face appearing in the crowd.
Years later, when fame finally arrived, Elsa stood before adoring audiences and received everything she had once believed she wanted. Yet every achievement felt strangely hollow because the one person she wanted beside her wasn’t there to see it.
Then, eventually, it was too much to bear anymore. Nothing she had done had given her answers. So she prepared for one final performance. Halloween. She knew what would come after.
Elsa expected darkness, maybe nothingness. She just needed an end to it all. She probably had some more good years left, but what were they without you, without her monsters? Everyone who hadn’t been killed by that miserable psycho had dispersed elsewhere. Pepper dropped off at an asylum, the most painful of her goodbyes aside from you.
But instead of the darkness, she found herself standing beneath a familiar canvas. Warm light spilled across the tent, lanterns lighting as if by magic until the whole place was illuminated. Music drifted through the air. Laughter echoed in the distance.
Her eyes adjusted. It was home. Jupiter. The place where she had once been happiest. What cruel twist of fate was this?
A voice spoke behind her. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Elsa froze. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Because she knew that voice. She had spent years dreaming about it, searching for it, and worst of all, mourning it.
When she turned, there you were. You hadn’t aged. You were just how she remembered you. For several seconds neither of you moved. Elsa looked terrified. She wasn’t sure if she could trust that you were real. Mostly, she feared losing you again, real or not.
“You left me.” The words emerged broken and raw. It was the sound of heartbreak. Years and years of it.
You went to her and wrapped your arms around her immediately. “I didn’t want to,” you told her.
“I looked for you.”
“I know.”
“I searched everywhere.”
Your own eyes burned. For years you had watched helplessly. Somehow, from wherever souls waited, you had seen her searching. Seen her grieving. Seen her refusing to let go. If there had been any way to reach her, you would have.
“There wasn’t a day,” Elsa whispered, “not one day I stopped looking.”
You cupped her face gently, knowing exactly the words she needed to hear. “I never stopped loving you.”
That finally shattered the last of her defenses. She cried openly, years of grief pouring from her all at once. Eventually, when she had calmed enough to speak, she asked the question that had haunted her for all this time.
“What happened?”
You led her to a nearby bench and sat together beneath the glow of lantern light. “I had just made my last stop,” you said quietly. “There was a man who’d been watching me.” Elsa’s hand tightened around yours. “I didn’t realize.”
Understanding slowly appeared in her expression. You swallowed. “He’d been following me long before that, or so he told me.”
The memory no longer hurt the way it once had. Time had dulled the terror, leaving only sadness behind. “He took me before I could get back to the truck and come home.” Elsa closed her eyes. “I fought,” you added, a faint smile touching your lips. “You would’ve been proud.”
“I already was.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks. Time to end this tale. “I tried everything I could, but he was strong, Elsa. And the more I talked about you and Pepper the angrier he got. He…he killed me.”
The words settled softly between you. Elsa sat silently for a long moment. Then she asked the question that mattered most.
“You didn’t leave?”
“No. You know I wouldn’t. I spent my last moment wishing I had never left that morning.”
Her shoulders sagged. Years of guilt seemed to drain from her all at once. “I thought maybe you got tired of our life.”
“Never.”
“I thought maybe you found someone else.”
A laugh escaped you despite the tears in your eyes. “Elsa.” The look you gave her made her smile for the first time since arriving. “I only ever wanted you.”
For the first time in forever, true peace settled across her features. You kissed her forehead gently, just as you had countless times before. “God, how I missed you.” Then your gaze lifted toward the distance. “There’s someone else who missed you too.”
She followed your line of sight and a familiar figure came racing toward the two of you. Pepper. The instant she recognized Elsa, her face lit up with pure joy. She barely had time to stand before Pepper launched herself into her arms.
Elsa held her tightly while she hugged her with all the enthusiasm she’d ever possessed. Then she hugged you. Then both of you at once. Some things never changed.
The three of you began walking together through the grounds. Past the same old tents and longtime friends who had gone before you. Elsa kept her arm linked through yours the entire time. It was no longer because she feared losing you. After all those years apart, she simply wanted to be close. So did you.
Ahead of you, Pepper danced to the music that played over the record player. Elsa rested her head briefly against your shoulder. For so much of her life, she had chased fame believing it would finally make her happy. She had spent years reaching for applause, for recognition, for her impossible dreams that despite everything she’d been able to make a reality. But none of those things had ever been what she truly needed.
As the lights of the carnival glowed around you and the people she loved surrounded her once more, Elsa finally understood that. Success had never been the answer. Her home, her love, and her family had all been what truly mattered. And after a lifetime spent searching, she had finally found her way back to it. “Welcome home, Elsa,” you said as everyone gathered together. “Welcome home.”
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