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."
"Knew I could count on you, Spooky." Jerome smiled, pleasantly, or so he thought, and he wrapped his arms around Jervis from behind. "He's got this trick with his voice. I dunno, I think it tingles a bit? Like an itch you can't scratch."
And, evidently, something Jerome found easy to ignore. He undid the buckles that held the gag in to pull it off, allowing Jervis the use of his mouth again. "Come on. Try and use it on my associate, yeah? I just wanna see how he'll react."
He shrugged, looking at Jonathan. "He couldn't get it up when he tried with me. Performance anxiety. I just wanna see how he does with you."
Jervis licked his lips and then looked at Jonathan. He was playing along. He seemed fascinated and entertained. Even so, this seemed like a trap so he didn't know what to do or how to do it. He did the same he did with Jerome. The rhythm, the eyes, the pupils going as Jervis and Jonathan locked eyes.
"On the count of three, jump for me. One, two, three." And Jon jumped. Dazed but playing along. Jervis giggled a little - he wasn't broken. Thank God. "Once again, my friend, let's play. Just listen to what I say. You have a vial in your hand, tip it out just as we planned."
Jonathan went to tilt it onto the floor but he looked down, saw the scarecrow and another forced smashed through him. Jonathan cried out suddenly, trying to stop himself because if he dropped it, he hit the scarecrow. If he hit the Scarecrow, he would be found and hurt. "Mr Tetch, if you please. The Sc-Sc-Scarecrow."
Jervis frowned and then he looked down. "Ah." Well. That was fascinating. "You may stop." It seemed some forces were stronger than expected.
"Wow. Cool." Jerome wasn't really sure what was going on. "I think you two crazy kids should play a bit more." He twirled Jervis around - once entirely and once just enough so he could face him. Hands on his shoulders, he looked into his eyes. "Listen, buddy. You are trying to stay hinged. I get that. I've been there. But you could be so much more. Let go of those hinges. This is Gotham. Only the insane are ever truly in charge."
He leaned forward and kissed Jervis's forehead, then looked at Jonathan. "You'll take care of the Hatter for me, won't you? I want there to be a Mad Hatter next time I check."
"I am insane, why must I prove it? If I say it, will you quit?" Jervis practically begged because he really didn't want Jonathan to do whatever he was planning. He nervously watched the man fill his syringe and his whole body tensed. "I will drop dead! I have pled and pled, I have bled red! Oh, the dread. No, no, no."
Jervis was already trying to back of the room, as useless as that way. Jonathan finished flicking the syringe before coming in close. "This will be fun. Do you want to watch, my friend? I adjusted the dose, it shouldn't cause toxicity now. I'm 99% sure."
"Only 99%!" Jervis yelped, his voice squeaking as he looked at Jerome. "No. Please."
"Hmmmm... I guess. I mean, he was a good guck and I'm a sentimental fool in the end." Jonathan headed over to the bed, almost casually wrapping his arm around Jervis's throat and using that grip to pull him along. He sat down and got Jervis on his lap, which allowed him to easily hold him still for Jonathan. "Trust the process, Tetch. It's for your own good. And for our amusement, that too."
Jervis struggled against Jerome's hold, feet flailing but Jon simply went to the side and sought protection from Jerome's manly thigh. It blocked the hits from his legs, at least. He pulled the jacket down slightly and injected Jervis in the neck with his formula, despite all attempts to avoid it.
Jervis felt his heart rate race and he fought desperate against Jerome. "Let me free! Please! Let me free!"
"Shh, it's okay, it's only the Scarecrow." Jonathan whispered to Jervis, pulling back and setting the needle aside. "Give it about a minute, it sometimes takes a few to kick in and--"
Jervis interrupted him screaming in terror suddenly, his eyes blown out and wild. Oh. The new formula was much faster.
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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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And, evidently, something Jerome found easy to ignore. He undid the buckles that held the gag in to pull it off, allowing Jervis the use of his mouth again. "Come on. Try and use it on my associate, yeah? I just wanna see how he'll react."
He shrugged, looking at Jonathan. "He couldn't get it up when he tried with me. Performance anxiety. I just wanna see how he does with you."
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"Come, Mr Tetch, play with my brain."
Jervis licked his lips and then looked at Jonathan. He was playing along. He seemed fascinated and entertained. Even so, this seemed like a trap so he didn't know what to do or how to do it. He did the same he did with Jerome. The rhythm, the eyes, the pupils going as Jervis and Jonathan locked eyes.
"On the count of three, jump for me. One, two, three." And Jon jumped. Dazed but playing along. Jervis giggled a little - he wasn't broken. Thank God. "Once again, my friend, let's play. Just listen to what I say. You have a vial in your hand, tip it out just as we planned."
Jonathan went to tilt it onto the floor but he looked down, saw the scarecrow and another forced smashed through him. Jonathan cried out suddenly, trying to stop himself because if he dropped it, he hit the scarecrow. If he hit the Scarecrow, he would be found and hurt. "Mr Tetch, if you please. The Sc-Sc-Scarecrow."
Jervis frowned and then he looked down. "Ah." Well. That was fascinating. "You may stop." It seemed some forces were stronger than expected.
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He leaned forward and kissed Jervis's forehead, then looked at Jonathan. "You'll take care of the Hatter for me, won't you? I want there to be a Mad Hatter next time I check."
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Jervis was already trying to back of the room, as useless as that way. Jonathan finished flicking the syringe before coming in close. "This will be fun. Do you want to watch, my friend? I adjusted the dose, it shouldn't cause toxicity now. I'm 99% sure."
"Only 99%!" Jervis yelped, his voice squeaking as he looked at Jerome. "No. Please."
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Well, he wasn't trying to lie about that.
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Jervis felt his heart rate race and he fought desperate against Jerome. "Let me free! Please! Let me free!"
"Shh, it's okay, it's only the Scarecrow." Jonathan whispered to Jervis, pulling back and setting the needle aside. "Give it about a minute, it sometimes takes a few to kick in and--"
Jervis interrupted him screaming in terror suddenly, his eyes blown out and wild. Oh. The new formula was much faster.
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