A special thank you to for helping me decide on who to write this story about. You're the best ^^
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WARNING: dark scenes, typical blood and gore, obsession, mutilation
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You were perfect.
A beautiful little angel who had come into Jervis's life during his darkest hours. You had found the Hatter - angry, broken and oh-so-alone - merely days after his beloved sister's death, and had stayed by his side to nurse his heart back to strength.
At first, Jervis couldn't accept you.
Believed you were some sort of ghost or demon sent out to haunt him for his failure to protect Alice. And for so long, you had struggled to convince him you weren't.
But when Jervis finally came to terms and saw how much you cared for him, he reciprocated your feelings with passion. Much more than you could've ever imagined.
The Hatter cherished you, treated you like his Queen.
Every day, he would pull you into bed and snuggle up under the blankets, kissing you on the back of your neck as your lips repeatedly cried out his name. His legs brushing against yours as he sucked and nibbled on all the sinfully delicious spots.
He would run his hands - strong and protective - up and down your soft curves, feel the warmth under him as he made love to you.
But, that love - after some point - grew dark and twisted.
Jervis believed you were beautiful - too beautiful, in fact. You had attracted too much unwanted attention from everyone around you. Your smile was too bright, lighting everyone's day when it was only meant for him. Your laugh was too sweet, enticing others to want to talk to you.
And most of all, your eyes...
Your eyes were too stunning, colored a sweet milky brown that reminded everyone of chocolate and warmth.
Jervis couldn't blame others for wanting to fall in love with you.
So, he would have to fix that.
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Jervis leaned back and examined his handiwork.
A sickening smile twisted the corners of his lips with satisfaction.
Although his procedure had taken him well over two hours, given his lack of medical knowledge, he had to admit he had done fairly well. Lying in front of him on the medical table, motionless and stiff, was your body.
As promised, Jervis fixed you.
Fixed you so well that no one else would want you but him.
Your lips, which captured the hearts of many with your disarming smile, were sown shut with thick thread. Your flawless porcelain skin was now marred with numerous cuts from the scalpel. And your eyes...
Oh how he loved them.
He had gouged the beautiful brown-irised orbs from your sockets and filled the empty space with rose petals. They were your favorite type of flower. Surely, you wouldn't be too mad at him for doing so...
After he had stopped the bleeding, the mad Hatter dolled you up - did your make-up, curled your hair, and dressed you in that sensible blue dress that he loved seeing you in.
Once he finished his work, he picked you up bridal style and walked you to a nearby table he had set up. Elaborate china decorated the table, in reminiscence of a tea party.
"Here you go, my dear," he whispered lovingly as he set you down in a chair. "Now, we can enjoy a lovely evening together."
Taking a seat next to you, Jervis took your hand and held it in his. Your fingers were still warm, and had lazily wrapped around his.
"You are beautiful, _____," Jervis raised your hand and nibbled at the very tip of your middle finger.
The little gesture usually elicited an embarrassed cry from you; but, this time, he didn't hear a response.
Not that he minded though.
You were perfect, you were his and his alone. And that, by in itself, was all that he ever needed.
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So he's a bit of a fixer upper,
but this we're certain of
You can fix this fixer upper
with a little bit of love
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Gotham After Hours {One Shot/Imagines/Drabbles Collection}
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