Arkham asylum. Home to Gothams most infamous criminals and here you were standing in the midst of it all. When you walked through the heavily gated entrance the first thing that hit you was the smell. Christ that smell. It was a wretched mix between piss and body odor due to the lack of a stable bathing regime. The guards and the people working at the asylum clearly did not care about the inmates or their rehabilitation and it broke your heart to see. You always wanted to be a psychologist but it never worked out. As you continued to look at the inmates a woman's voice broke your thoughts. "Miss, can I help you with something?" You cleared your throat and apologized. "Is Jervis Tetch allowed visitors?" "Let me check." Her voice was laced with annoyance. She grabbed a clipboard and dragged her pencil down the list looking for Jervis's status. "Yes, he is. Who are you in relation?" "His girlfriend." She scoffed and said "That crazy son of a bitch has a girlfriend while I can't even snag a date. What a crazy world we live in." You were about to say something in response to her inappropriate comment but you decided to just let it go. You were not here to start an argument, you were here for Jervis. "Follow me please."
You were now walking down a long, narrow hallway lined with cells. The mix of muffled screams and sobs made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. That's when you heard a gravelly voice making remarks to you. "Hey babe, let me get a piece of that." You shot him a disgusted look. Apparently he didn't like that. "I can smell your cunt you fucking bitch." You don't know what the hell came over you but you furiously marched towards the inmates cell and said "up yours asshole!" "You have a little bite in you, I like that." "Yeah? Well bite this you bastard." You gave him a classic fuck you. "Go to hell you damn broad." "Hey!" Someone from the cell next to you came to your defense. "Leave her alone." You looked over to see a lanky man with glasses and brown hair. His face looked oddly familiar. You were sure that you've seen him in the papers. Then it clicked, it was the Riddler! You didn't address him as such but you gave him a kind nod for standing up for you. He gave you a smile back.
The guard escorting you to Jervis's cell said "Hey back away from the inmates. Keep moving." A little late for that huh? You nodded and continued to follow her. After a few minutes you arrived at Jervis's cell. "You have five minutes. Not a second more." She walked away but she was still at a safe distance to help you in case something were to happen. You grabbed onto the bars from the outside and whispered "Jervis, its me." He was slumped over, sitting on his bed. He looked up and said "Y/N" Your heart sank. You could to tell that he was different. "My love are you okay? You don't seem like yourself." You said in a worried tone. "My sweet Y/N I'm perfectly fine. I've just gone a little mad is all."
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Goodnight Gotham.
FanfictionIt's surprising what people wish for, secretly, deep down. A Jervis Tetch X Reader.