Well, wasn't he just repugnant? "Kiddo? Oh. You are a boy and I am a man. Whatever you're doing - it's an awful plan." Jervis smiled coldly and then stood upright, adjusting himself as he looked at Jerome and started to sync their heartbeats. There it was, the rhythm he needed. His pupils entirely disappeared from his eyes as he looked at Jerome.
"You're not a big man with a big plan. You're a little boy playing with a toy. Now spare us all a tedious time - on my word, wait for the clock to chime." Jervis meant the one in the hallway that chimed for lunch and dinner time. Of course, Jervis didn't live by that noise, of course. "When the chime comes, go to the roof across the way. Just take a jump, go on and make my day!"
Jervis giggled and threw out his arms. "See you as you're going down, my silly little clown. I have a good view, just to watch you."
He counted in his head, rocked back on forth on his feet and counted down with his fingers until the hallway chimed. Ha. Now that was funny.
Jerome shifted the weight of his head from one hand to the other, tilting it. He considered what impulse to follow, mostly because he wanted a good punchline for this bit. Jervis was an excellent scene partner so far, he'd really hate to let him down.
So he got up the way he'd been ordered to do. He headed for the door, reached out to open it. Then he paused and let out a deep sigh that ended low in his throat, where it turned into a chuckle that gradually grew. He was laughing to himself by the time he turned back around, stalking over to Jervis with big steps and setting his hands on the man's shoulders. Slender shoulders, really. His hands held on to them tightly and he met the man's eyes.
"Seems like your mojo isn't quite up to snuff, my man. Maybe you're nervous? Stressed?" He started massaging him, with enough pressure to easily cross that line into painful. "Relax a little. Come on. It's just good old Jerome here. Little boy with a toy. I'm all ears. Give it another try."
"... What? No." Jerome was turning away from the door. Jerome wasn't doing it and he should be doing it. He locked eyes, he -- no, he couldn't have lost it. It was in him. He could feel it, in his blood, he knew it. He stared at Jerome for a moment and then shook his head. "Get one of the books off my shelf. Go ahead and hit yourself!"
Jervis' voice went a little higher than he was happy with, anxious consuming him because this had never, ever happened to him before.
"...one of the what?" Jerome blinked, guffawed and turned to look at the shelf, casually walking over and looking at the books. "Geez Louise. You're quite the little nerd, aren't you? Jervis, you've got to get your act together before I feel the need to wedgie you."
He grabbed a random book from the shelf and tossed it in the air, where it turned once before Jerome caught it again. Holding it in hand, he stopped in front of Jervis again. "Which one of us is about to get whacked? Wanna guess?"
Jervis had been able to get to anyone, even someone as annoyingly stubborn as Jim Gordon, so what on Earth was this. He eyed up the door that Jerome had opened. It was unlocked. If he couldn't get to Jerome, he could get to other people. "Time to learn a lesson of respect. I will do it this way if I can't do it direct!"
Jervis practically snarled at Jerome before he hurried to the door, trying to avoid any books as he pushed it open and looked at the panicked guards. He could tell over their silly music. "PAY ATTENTION TO ME!"
"Feisty!" Jerome clapped his hands together in utter delight. "I like it." He laughed out loud and then took a few quick strides to catch up to Jervis. He had his arms around him in an instant, gloved hand clamping down over Jervis's mouth. Hell, over the entire lower half of Jervis's face, his fingers digging into his cheek as he made sure to keep his mouth shut. Not a sound out of that one.
His smile at the guards was almost serene as he reassured them. "Don't worry. We are learning a lesson of respect. No one interrupt, it really messes with the learning process."
That said, he dragged Jervis back and pulled the door shut behind them, then literally lifted Jervis off the ground to carry him over to the bed. Letting himself fall onto the mattress, he had both arms and, now, both legs wrapped around Jervis, keeping him pinned against his body. "Shh, sweet boy. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Are you ready to find out what it means to me?"
His grip was almost crushingly tight and his erection was ever so obvious with the way he held Jervis pressed against himself.
What on Earth? This boy was stronger than he had expected, not that he hadn't expected him to be strong but even so. It still surprised him. It was hardly as bad as the choking grip of Nathanial Barnes but it wasn't exactly easy to get out of. He was struggling against Jerome, outraged. Who was he to call him BOY?! He was older than this little twerp.
Jervis wriggled and squirmed, relieved when his mouth was finally free and he could breathe properly. Though he had a whole new problem now.
He was trapped. Crushed. And there was something strangely hard right against his-- oh. Oh dear. "Release me at once, you idiotic dunce!"
"That's not the way to talk to Uncle Jerome, now is it?" Clearly not. "It's a shame, kiddo. I really thought we could get to an understanding easier. Alas."
He sighed and loosened his hold, but only enough to roll Jervis around so he was lying on the mattress, making it easy to press his face down into it. Which Jerome did by keeping a hand against the back of his head. He straddled Jervis from the back, sitting on his thighs and pulling his pants down. "Perky little butt, that's in your favour."
The slap he gave said butt sounded through the room in a fun way, making Jerome laugh and quickly slap him again a couple of times. "All right. Time to make you my bitch."
Jervis struggled against the pillow he was being half choked against, trying to focus on the rhythm of Jerome, trying to get a handle on him but he was panicking too much to really get a handle on it. And then his pants were down and everything sort of short circuited in his head. How was he supposed to handle this?!
He tried to yell more orders but they muffled against the pillow he was half eating and every attempt to release his own head lead to that crushing grip from Jerome pushing him down harder.
His bitch?! Oh no. Bad. Very bad. Not the way he wanted to lose his -- not a thing worth thinking about. Oh dear. "Stop! Stop!" Jervis tried to yell as much as he could, just wondering if there was a chance to redo.
"Nuh-uh. Too late. I was gonna go slow and gentle with you, but you are asking to be broken in first." Jerome shrugged. "I'd say it's gonna hurt me more than you, but why lie? I'm horny, I'll love this. Try and relax, kiddo. Maybe you'll like it too."
Seemed like good advice. Also the last thing he said before he simply pushed inside him without any preparation whatsoever. Relaxation was quite unlikely unless Jervis liked pain a lot more than he had let on so far. Eh, Jerome was certain he could get used to it.
He fucked him hard and fast and without letting up, all while holding him down. Jerome had stamina and plenty of experience, so in spite of the fast rhythm, it still took several limits before he reached orgasm with a truly obscene and very loud scream and drawn out moan, throwing his head back.
He ended up laughing, naturally, rolling to the side and off Jervis, although he kept his arm around him. He patted his reddened ass gently, then gave it a slight slap because he liked to watch it jiggle a bit. "Good lay, I'll give you that. Thanks, sweet-cheeks. We'll do this again soon."
That was painful. Humiliating. Embarrassing. Painful. Did he say painful? He managed to roll onto his back to protect his ass from further attacks, his eyes wide and baffled - almost terrified and almost excited. He shuddered and then looked at Jerome. "I don't understand. I really don't understand."
Of all the scenarios he saw, he didn't see this one coming.
"A shiv, a hit, a book, all plans I could have took. I-I ... I don't understand." Jervis laughed a strange, nervous laugh, his mind unable tor process this. "Cheshire cat, I don't like you're smile."
"Yeah? Ah, don't worry about that, kiddo. Something is telling me you'll get used to it." Jerome smiled his beautiful smile, looking at Jervis as he considered his options. "Look, I'm getting a little bored all by myself lately, so I am going to push the fast forward button on this. Break you down quickly, you'll be so much more fun. Trust me, you'll love me for it."
At least he seemed confident. "We'll get you a nice jacket and muzzle and I'll introduce you to one of my oldest friends here."
"I don't think I want to make another friend." Jervis mumbled as he looked down at his bedsheet. Slimy. Wet. Bloody. Oh. He was bleeding. That was not good, right? He blinked a few times and then looked back up at Jerome. "I'm not sure if this is a continuing trend."
He frowned and then looked at Jerome, almost looking pouty now instead of angry. "Ow."
Raising his hand, he started to shimmy his pants back up. "I really don't understand - what, why, how?"
"That's a lot of questions. I didn't study for a pop quiz today, so how about this?" Jerome sat up, stretching lazily and adjusting his own pants slightly. Obviously, this had taken a lot less out of him. "You get one question because I like you and I think you'll be a good boy from now on. Show of faith. One question, one answer. And then I'm sending you off to summer camp."
One question, one answer. Seemed pointless to ask about their previous activity. He assumed Jerome did it because Jerome could and it was humiliating. He couldn't think of any other reason why and he didn't want to know any other reason why. The questions were better served to predict the future, not understand the past.
"What will my next few hours look like?" Jervis really wanted to know much he would have to brace himself. "I worry about this 'friend'."
"Honestly? I don't really know. But he's been experimenting, so I reckon the fumes will get to you, if nothing else. He's not horny like me though. I'm a total dog." He laughed, finding it funny more than anything. "One word answer: Scary. It's gonna be scary as hell, little boy."
Jerome got up to walk over and open the door so he could yell out to the guards. "HEY!" He mimed, so they'd know what to bring him. "I need a muzzle and a straight-jacket in here! Pronto!"
He leaned back against the doorframe, looking at Jervis. "I'm telling you, some days the service in this joint is below par."
"You mean... the boy. Oh dear, what... joy." The one who sprayed toxin in Arkham not that long ago, it was him, wasn't it? And his delightfully named 'fear juice'. Jervis knew this could only end badly for him. This was not a fun tea party for three, this was experimenting and cruelty!
"Are you sure there is no negotiation to be had? I promise you, it doesn't have to be this bad!" Jervis' was on the very of hysterical now, his voice high and panicked, his movements jerky and fast. He was on his feet, stumbling to the corner, grabbing his book from the side as a weapon. "Is this really how we should be, friend? Please relax, we can amend!"
"It's for your own good, really. I mean, it will also be super funny for me, I won't lie, but-- Look. Let me level with you. I have a vision for this place. For you people. And you, you're the Mad Hatter. I can see it there in your eyes. I just need to drag it out."
He took the straight-jacket when a guard passed it to him and he walked into the room again, cornering Jervis. "Now. One chance to be a good boy or I'll have to play the big bad daddy again. Are you a good boy?"
"Oh yes. Oh yes, I am indeed." Jervis practically panted out, his eyes growing wide as he suddenly shot forward, book in hand, and smacked Jerome across the face with it. He had a chance now but the guard who brought the straight jacket was hastily locking the door. "Leave it open for me! Give me the key!"
Stupid fucking headphones. He tried to shove his hand through the door but the wired mesh was too small. Oh no. Fuck. Jervis laughed nervously and spun back around to Jerome, raising his hand. "I-- I will be good. Please, no blood. It was a harmless prank. Don't be a crank."
"No blood. I'm not going to hurt you, sugar lips. Just relax." Jerome stepped closer to Jervis and held out the straight-jacket, a pleasant smile on his face. Or as pleasant as it could be. All right, it was a horrific smile, but he meant it kindly. "Please put on the jacket before I decide to beat your head in with that book. Kind of an irritable twink, aren't you? Don't worry. Nothing that can't be fixed."
"Why must you call me childish names? It's Mr Tetch to you." Jervis pulled a face of dismay, not thrilled at the situation but what else could he do? He put his arms out and allowed Jerome to secure the jacket for him. Why would they be ging to visit Crane. That poor sap was crazier than a bag of cats.
"I must confess, it seems I'm in danger. Arkham always gets stranger and stranger."
"Just more and more fun. Trust me. I'll have you laughing before long." Jerome tightened the straps a little, given Jervis was so scrawny, and then he knocked on the door, waiting for it to be opened. He took the muzzle when it was handed to him and, whether Jervis would let him or not, he put it on him. Kind of looked good, honestly. "Let it be said for Gotham, we've always got high quality bondage equipment."
Couldn't fault that. He took one of Jervis's arms and led him out of the cell, down the hallway, past the guards who pretended not to notice them. "The Scarecrow's in a mood these days. I have a feeling that you could cheer him up a little. He needs guinea pigs, so I gave him those. But I think what he really needs is something a bit more substantial. Something like you."
Jervis didn't bother fighting back, it seemed pointless to. If he learned anything from his time with Jim Gordon, it was best to just hang on tight, survive the ride and hope to escape with minimal damage. Though the idea of being a guinea pig was a horrifying though. What on earth was that stupid boy making in his cell that would be worth testing?
He looked at Jerome, alarmed. He wanted to ask to check the chemistry first but he was unable to.
"Spooky! Spooky, my darling boy, it is me! Ho ho ho!" Jerome did his best Santa impression as the door was unlocked for them and then he led Jerome into Jonathan's cell, still holding him close. "Here we go. Jervis Tetch, meet the fearsome Professor Crane."
He presented Jonathan and then added. "Asterisk: He's not actually a professor, he's just a nerd like you. Look at all those books he's got, one more boring than the other. Bunch of eggheads."
Jervis already disliked the smell in here, it stung his nose and it had an unsettling sharpness that set him on edge. It wasn't very pleasant at all. And whatever Jonathan was brewing in his -- was that his toilet? Well, it smelled and looked vile.
Jonathan turned to Jerome, sitting on the floor by his experiment, smiling. Since returned to Arkham, the guards had shaved his head and his long hair was gone, nothing to hide behind now. Jervis was slightly surprised, he supposed time flew - he always believed Jonathan was a boy but no, this was a man. Then again, so was Jerome. Two strong men and him, powerless and useless.
"Hroo hraa." Jon got up slowly, looking at Jerome then Jervis. "Hello, Mr Tetch. I am Mr Crane. I have come to free your mind."
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"You're not a big man with a big plan. You're a little boy playing with a toy. Now spare us all a tedious time - on my word, wait for the clock to chime." Jervis meant the one in the hallway that chimed for lunch and dinner time. Of course, Jervis didn't live by that noise, of course. "When the chime comes, go to the roof across the way. Just take a jump, go on and make my day!"
Jervis giggled and threw out his arms. "See you as you're going down, my silly little clown. I have a good view, just to watch you."
He counted in his head, rocked back on forth on his feet and counted down with his fingers until the hallway chimed. Ha. Now that was funny.
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So he got up the way he'd been ordered to do. He headed for the door, reached out to open it. Then he paused and let out a deep sigh that ended low in his throat, where it turned into a chuckle that gradually grew. He was laughing to himself by the time he turned back around, stalking over to Jervis with big steps and setting his hands on the man's shoulders. Slender shoulders, really. His hands held on to them tightly and he met the man's eyes.
"Seems like your mojo isn't quite up to snuff, my man. Maybe you're nervous? Stressed?" He started massaging him, with enough pressure to easily cross that line into painful. "Relax a little. Come on. It's just good old Jerome here. Little boy with a toy. I'm all ears. Give it another try."
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Jervis' voice went a little higher than he was happy with, anxious consuming him because this had never, ever happened to him before.
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He grabbed a random book from the shelf and tossed it in the air, where it turned once before Jerome caught it again. Holding it in hand, he stopped in front of Jervis again. "Which one of us is about to get whacked? Wanna guess?"
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Jervis practically snarled at Jerome before he hurried to the door, trying to avoid any books as he pushed it open and looked at the panicked guards. He could tell over their silly music. "PAY ATTENTION TO ME!"
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His smile at the guards was almost serene as he reassured them. "Don't worry. We are learning a lesson of respect. No one interrupt, it really messes with the learning process."
That said, he dragged Jervis back and pulled the door shut behind them, then literally lifted Jervis off the ground to carry him over to the bed. Letting himself fall onto the mattress, he had both arms and, now, both legs wrapped around Jervis, keeping him pinned against his body. "Shh, sweet boy. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Are you ready to find out what it means to me?"
His grip was almost crushingly tight and his erection was ever so obvious with the way he held Jervis pressed against himself.
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Jervis wriggled and squirmed, relieved when his mouth was finally free and he could breathe properly. Though he had a whole new problem now.
He was trapped. Crushed. And there was something strangely hard right against his-- oh. Oh dear. "Release me at once, you idiotic dunce!"
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He sighed and loosened his hold, but only enough to roll Jervis around so he was lying on the mattress, making it easy to press his face down into it. Which Jerome did by keeping a hand against the back of his head. He straddled Jervis from the back, sitting on his thighs and pulling his pants down. "Perky little butt, that's in your favour."
The slap he gave said butt sounded through the room in a fun way, making Jerome laugh and quickly slap him again a couple of times. "All right. Time to make you my bitch."
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He tried to yell more orders but they muffled against the pillow he was half eating and every attempt to release his own head lead to that crushing grip from Jerome pushing him down harder.
His bitch?! Oh no. Bad. Very bad. Not the way he wanted to lose his -- not a thing worth thinking about. Oh dear. "Stop! Stop!" Jervis tried to yell as much as he could, just wondering if there was a chance to redo.
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Seemed like good advice. Also the last thing he said before he simply pushed inside him without any preparation whatsoever. Relaxation was quite unlikely unless Jervis liked pain a lot more than he had let on so far. Eh, Jerome was certain he could get used to it.
He fucked him hard and fast and without letting up, all while holding him down. Jerome had stamina and plenty of experience, so in spite of the fast rhythm, it still took several limits before he reached orgasm with a truly obscene and very loud scream and drawn out moan, throwing his head back.
He ended up laughing, naturally, rolling to the side and off Jervis, although he kept his arm around him. He patted his reddened ass gently, then gave it a slight slap because he liked to watch it jiggle a bit. "Good lay, I'll give you that. Thanks, sweet-cheeks. We'll do this again soon."
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Of all the scenarios he saw, he didn't see this one coming.
"A shiv, a hit, a book, all plans I could have took. I-I ... I don't understand." Jervis laughed a strange, nervous laugh, his mind unable tor process this. "Cheshire cat, I don't like you're smile."
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At least he seemed confident. "We'll get you a nice jacket and muzzle and I'll introduce you to one of my oldest friends here."
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He frowned and then looked at Jerome, almost looking pouty now instead of angry. "Ow."
Raising his hand, he started to shimmy his pants back up. "I really don't understand - what, why, how?"
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It was not summer, nor camp, but whatever.
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"What will my next few hours look like?" Jervis really wanted to know much he would have to brace himself. "I worry about this 'friend'."
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Jerome got up to walk over and open the door so he could yell out to the guards. "HEY!" He mimed, so they'd know what to bring him. "I need a muzzle and a straight-jacket in here! Pronto!"
He leaned back against the doorframe, looking at Jervis. "I'm telling you, some days the service in this joint is below par."
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"Are you sure there is no negotiation to be had? I promise you, it doesn't have to be this bad!" Jervis' was on the very of hysterical now, his voice high and panicked, his movements jerky and fast. He was on his feet, stumbling to the corner, grabbing his book from the side as a weapon. "Is this really how we should be, friend? Please relax, we can amend!"
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He took the straight-jacket when a guard passed it to him and he walked into the room again, cornering Jervis. "Now. One chance to be a good boy or I'll have to play the big bad daddy again. Are you a good boy?"
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Stupid fucking headphones. He tried to shove his hand through the door but the wired mesh was too small. Oh no. Fuck. Jervis laughed nervously and spun back around to Jerome, raising his hand. "I-- I will be good. Please, no blood. It was a harmless prank. Don't be a crank."
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"I must confess, it seems I'm in danger. Arkham always gets stranger and stranger."
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Couldn't fault that. He took one of Jervis's arms and led him out of the cell, down the hallway, past the guards who pretended not to notice them. "The Scarecrow's in a mood these days. I have a feeling that you could cheer him up a little. He needs guinea pigs, so I gave him those. But I think what he really needs is something a bit more substantial. Something like you."
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He looked at Jerome, alarmed. He wanted to ask to check the chemistry first but he was unable to.
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He presented Jonathan and then added. "Asterisk: He's not actually a professor, he's just a nerd like you. Look at all those books he's got, one more boring than the other. Bunch of eggheads."
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Jonathan turned to Jerome, sitting on the floor by his experiment, smiling. Since returned to Arkham, the guards had shaved his head and his long hair was gone, nothing to hide behind now. Jervis was slightly surprised, he supposed time flew - he always believed Jonathan was a boy but no, this was a man. Then again, so was Jerome. Two strong men and him, powerless and useless.
"Hroo hraa." Jon got up slowly, looking at Jerome then Jervis. "Hello, Mr Tetch. I am Mr Crane. I have come to free your mind."
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