Comfort
She never wondered at the incredible power his touch on her shoulder had to calm and soothe her, and she didn't realize until later that maybe she should've thought about it a little more.
Kiss
They never shared a kiss—his had always been given freely to her hands, ever another one at her disposal as a parting gesture; that night in Wonderland, it had been a scream of his, not something that could be exchanged, not while she was under his control.
Soft
He'd felt her hair against the back of his hand once or twice, and he didn't think there was a more wonderful sensation in all the world.
Pain
They told him, afterwards, that the hurt would only go away if he let himself forget and revile her—even Crane told him to turn the passion of love to the passion of hate—but he knows that he'd rather ache with love than ever endure the numbness of such a loss.
Potatoes
She grinned and lifted the lid of the casserole, presenting to him something of her own invention; apparently merely claiming that he needed to eat more was no longer enough.
Rain
He found her sitting at her desk, trembling, eyes wide as she waited, tense, for the next crack of thunder—he knew that only a little privacy couldn't help this, so he came out of the hall and tried to distract her.
Chocolate
On her birthday, she found a small box on her desk—she laughed aloud when she found out that he'd even remembered her favorite, strawberry creams; when she interrupted his studies to pitch her arms around him and squeeze him, he found that he didn't care at all.
Happiness
Beauty may be in the eye of the holder, Jervis decided, but joy was definitely in Alice Pleasance.
Telephone
"Jervis Tetch's office," she said, and every time it made his belly flip.
Ears
Her voice sounded strange to her, too squeaky and whiny, but he always assured her that it was fine…perfect, really…for her job, that is.
Name
He'd never mentioned that her name was the last thing he noticed—that instead of sparking his attraction, it only sealed the deal.
Sensual
There was a particular smell around him, a smell she almost remembered from her childhood, the smell of a male teacher of hers, a man who had been kind and wise and gentle and took special interest in her—it was strange, how we forget our little childhood crushes.
Death
Entropy was the way of the universe, after all, and he understood that well enough…but that didn't mean that he had to like that maybe this, too, would come to an end.
Sex
He had no illusions—he wanted her carnally, wanted her in ways that almost repulsed him with their vulgarity and base physicality—but he swore that if he ever got the opportunity, she would not find him a selfish lover…he wanted her pleasure as much, if not more, than his own.
Touch
He chewed the inside of his lip as he watched this boy come to call on his secretary—he was touching her face, and he hated it.
Weakness
He was a very poor man; sometimes he thought that perhaps his passion for this woman was truly as doomed as it seemed.
Tears
She cried on the night that he took her and was caught and dragged off to Arkham—she cried exactly 365 days later, remembering it—then another 365 days after that—and then, 365 days after that, she slept peacefully in his arms.
Speed
The White Rabbit was left in his dust when he heard her cry out in pain when she slit her pain on a scissors' blade.
Wind
Wisps of breeze came in, now and then, through the tiny window planted in the wall of his office—she often came in whenever she needed fresh air, and he would occasionally join her on a bit of a break as she took the air and fed Lewis.
Freedom
He watched the moon, whenever he was out of Arkham, hoping that somehow, her bed was still empty and she was watching it, too.
Life
Alice was better than blood, better than breath—she moved his heart to beat without even realizing she did so.
Jealousy
Alice surprised herself by eyeing the letter opener on her desk with faith intentions of violence when she watched Edith walk her fingers up an uncomfortable Jervis' chest.
Hands
He felt a vicious stab of pleasure as her hand came to his face, and as he held her hand in his, bringing it to his lips he could feel her delicious warmth even through his gloves.
Taste
The woodsy, vanilla taste of her favorite tea reminded her of him, and because she drank it often, she was often reminded of him.
Devotion
She knew they looked at her strangely whenever she walked through the office back to her old station—she worked for Dr. Cates now, but the director had no room for her desk, so Alice happily stayed at her old spot, feeling as if she at least hadn't abandoned Jervis that way.
Forever
He was the first man to make her believe him when he said he'd never leave.
Blood
Alice had to grin—the way he fussed over one little cut, you would think she was in peril of losing her life.
Sickness
"Blow," she said, holding the tissue around his nose and balancing a cup of tea in one hand, her expression wry; "I told you I oughtn't've let you stay out doing that experiment on the roof."
Melody
He wasn't sure what their song would be, but he thought someday he'd find it, and it would finally tell her exactly how he felt.
Star
She sometimes wished that she wasn't in Gotham at all, because of all the light pollution—she sometimes dreamed about what nights must be like, under the stars in Jervis' beloved Wonderland.
Home
It was probably sad that his office felt more like home than his apartment, but he couldn't help it—home, was, after all, where the heart was.
Confusion
The night was all a bit of a muddle, even years later; all she remembered was that she had been kissed that night, and that was all…not even kissed, as she hadn't been able to respond, and she tried to pretend she hadn't wanted to be kissed at all.
Fear
He'd never known fear until he'd seen that horrible metal shackle locked around her finger—something had to be done.
Lightning/Thunder
He was minding her during this storm—he knew how they troubled her—and when she clung to him during a rough clap of thunder, he found that he hadn't the will in the slightest to let her go…he didn't know, however, that she felt exactly the same way about him.
Bonds
The bonds of matrimony would weigh her down, clip her wings, and he only wanted to watch her continue to fly.
Market
When other men looked at her, she felt like a slice of beef—when he looked at her, she felt like a queen.
Technology
He was a genius, of that she was beyond certain; he only made it look easy, because when he explained it, her head spun with the effort and desire to understand him.
Gift
On his birthday, she returned the chocolates with something really special: a teacup from her Grandmother Lorina's Alice in Wonderland teaset.
Smile
He had a picture of the two of them, taken with a new Polaroid camera she'd been fond of, their two sets of teeth happily bared looking back at him and keeping him buoyant when the world threatened to drag him down.
Innocence
Alice was innocent, in every meaning of the word—naïve was not at all appropriate for her, really, because she was curious, and she was smart.
Completion
His shout of triumph went unnoticed by her, but only because she was hurriedly trying to save him from a fate worse than death.
Clouds
They lay on a hill in England, decades after they met, watching the clouds roll by, held in each other's arms and trading stories.
Sky
Jervis' eyes were blue as a cloudless sky, a sharp, citrusy blue that almost made her eyes hurt but also made he crave more.
Heaven
He found paradise was being in her presence…
Hell
…and she found damnation was in not being in Arkham Asylum with him.
Sun
She dragged him out to take lunch in the sunshine one day, and he decided that the sunburn was worth it.
Moon
Running under the pale eye of the moon, he thought of her and wished that she would hope that he was safe.
Waves
Like a stone thrown in a pool, their meeting rippled out into a million different experiences that always came back to the center—that they were together.
Hair
Her hair really was gold, vibrant and lively and lovely…yellow was not at all the appropriate color; no color of illness ever fit Alice at all.
Supernova
Jervis personally fond the idea of a supernova appealing—better a bang than a whimper and all—but Alice only found the concept of such an eternal's death only sad.
A/N: So there you go. Not a lot to say, except that I hope this little exercise sparks a could of drabbles out of me. If you'd like to use any of them for such purposes and I'm not being presumptuous in thinking you might, go nuts but credit.