#alright NO MORE JIM GORDON ASKS!!!

[mysterycitrus]

Do you mind elaborating what you mean by the cool girlfriend archetype in your Barbara Gordon post? What do you feel about James Gordon (Barbara’s brother)? Do you think he was a good addition or not a good addition to that family? When you think about the Gordons they really would be a very dysfunctional family but admittedly I kind of wish he wasn’t portrayed as some serial killer. I know Jim had sons before the creation of Barbara and then later Barbara had an older brother and then it kept changing, but I would have liked to have seen the Gordon have a much bigger family especially since the Gordons play a part within Gotham. Barbara just having a lot of brothers and comics centered around their dynamic.

i actually disagree — babs is surrounded by enough men in her life, and i don’t think having a lot of brothers would be helpful in her development as a character. her smaller immediate family is a good point of comparison to bruce’s family. additionally, having a lot of brothers immediately encourages a specific character beat, being the tomboy who’s a competent physical fighter “because i have x number of older brothers,’ etc, which is not babs at all. she’s entrenched enough with the bats, and i greatly prefer that most of her significant relationships are with women. id also say that she has very powerful only child energy, imo.

that also ties into what i was talking about with the cool girl thing — babs as she’s often portrayed in current comics (especially nightwing) reminds me a lot of amy’s monologue from gone girl. babs pre-2011 was a very difficult person for a lot of reasons. she was very loving, very opinionated, and very controlling. i actually really enjoy their relationship from this period, but only because there was equilibrium and they were both allowed to be themselves. in the new comics, tom taylor doesn’t give babs her personality, and as a result she’s a sassy, flat, hot woman for dick to date. she’s just very tepid, and the fact that she’s still batgirl just makes it worse.

for ur other question, when ur looking at the gordons as a unit, it’s important to remember why they arent a big family. jim gordon cheated on his first wife with sarah wesson in batman year one, just before his son is born. in post-crisis continuity, babs also isn’t jim gordon’s bio daughter, she’s actually his niece (although their relationship is clearly that of a parent + child). honestly, i like their dynamic as a father and daughter duo, and i don’t think adding more kids would improve it. i do also really enjoy black mirror, but jim jr being a serial killer can be lazy writing, although i also like his dynamic with both dick and babs and his dad. he could be an interesting angle for jim gordon to examine his own violence, and how jim justifies the actions he’s taken in his life, but i don’t have much hope of that happening.

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[artemismoorea03]

Jim Gordon had seen a lot of things in all his years as both an officer and Commissioner but for the most part things stayed at an arms length or he was able to easily separate himself from situations. Of course, there were incidents that were a bit harder to seperate from like Barbara becoming paralyzed due to Joker, all the times he or Barabara nearly died, kidnappings, and watching friends and loved ones either die or go down a dark path, but for the most part his life wasn't too crazy.

At least that was until one summer that all changed rather dramatically. In the form of a redhaired teenager showing up at his police station. She was around 17 and was wearing teal pants, a black shirt and a teal headband. But no matter her age or what she was wearing it didn't change the fact that she looked like Barabra had when she was younger.

That mixed with the fact that she specifically asked to see 'Jim Gordon' was something that made all of the Gotham PD point her in his direction. Once they were face to face the girl let out a shaky breath.

"My name is Jasmine Fenton, I'm your second cousin and I need your help protecting my brother from my parents and Batman."

Jim was shocked, blinking confusion away as he held up his hand. "Wait wait. You're my-"

"Second cousin. My mother is Madeline Walker."

Maddie. He knew Maddie though he had only met her a couple of times. Her mom and his dad were siblings. That explained why Jasmine looked so much like Barbara at least.

"Maddie... right, I remember Maddie. Okay, so why does your brother need protection? Specifically from your parents and Batman?"

Jasmine played with her hands. "My... my brother is different, Commissioner Gordon and my parents found out. They hurt him... badly. So we came here because you're the only one who might be able to help us but if Batman finds out we're here then Danny could get hurt again. B-but my parents and the government are wrong out him! H-he's not evil, he's a hero. H-he's a hero but because of what he is... he's labled as evil..."

Jim frowned, "Okay... is your brother a meta?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No."

Damn. Meta protection act wouldnt help here.

"Alright... is your brother with you?"

Jasmine sniffled then nodded. "He's in the car sleeping."

Jim stood up, grabbing his jacket off of the coat hanger. "Take me to him, please."

"You won't hurt him?"

"You have my word."

Jasmine looked at him, her teal eyes filled with more exhaustion and anxiety than any childs should be. Then, she let out a shaky breath and lead him out of the room.

They walked through the police station before Jasmine lead him out to the parking lot to the furthest corner of it where a beat up red station wagon was parked alone. Jasmine then gestured to the back window as Jim looked in.

The seats had been laid down and blankets laid out in a makeshift bed where a teenager around 14 or 15 laid sleeping on it. The teenager had healing bruises on his face and arms as well as a multitude of bandages that Jim could see peeking over the blanket, specifically on his chest. What had Jim the most concerened though was how pale the boy was and how weak his breathing seemed.

Any doubts Jim might have had immediately flew out the window. It no longer mattered who these two kids were they were kids in trouble.

"Why didn't you take him to the hosptial?" Jim asked, looking at Jasmine who looked ready to cry.

"Because if the Government finds out where he is they'll take him away and kill him. What he is isnt supposed to exist and is listed as 'dangerous'." She sniffled.

Jim frowned. The goverment couldn't know yet they took the risk to come to him? They must have been desperate.

"Okay, let me see your keys. I'll take you kids to my place to hide then call my daughter."

"Y-your daughter?" Jasmine asked, handing the keys over regardless.

"Yeah. She's good with these kinds of things and if she can't help I might know somebody else who can." Jim explained, climbing into the drivers seat as Jasmine ran to the other side.

"T-they won't turn us in, right?"

"No, they wont. My daughter is a librarian and my friend is a butler, they know how to keep secrets." He promised, pulling away from the police station in the direction of his house.

He could only hope that he would be able to help these two kids, and that whatever fear they had of the Batman wouldn't end up being justified fears.

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #more of a oneshot #i was bored

[malereader-inserts]

let us live, for we must die.

Fandom: Gotham Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Male!Reader Summary: you only had minutes left Word Count: 1,358

What a fucking mess was you can think as you look down at yourself. Your shirt was fucking ruined. There's no way the stains will ever come out.  

As if you would care - you're too familiar with blood anyway. Then again, this was different, this time it was your blood. You wish you could kid yourself into thinking you'll be throwing another shirt out, but you know full well with the amount of blood seeping out of you that this was the shirt you were dying in.

You'd hope you'd go out in nicer clothes, but it seems like God had other plans for you. You wish you were a better person, but trouble comes finding you and you seek out trouble - it was a complicated relationship.

Complicated relationship? You know of another relationship dear to you.

Oswald.

You groaned as tried to sit up, hastily fishing out your phone in your pocket. You ignored your hands, shaky and covered in blood from when you tried blocking it from rushing out of the gaping wound in your abdomen, foolish enough to think you could make it out.

You blinked a few times, when did you get so dizzy? Is this what it feels like? All those innocent people who died because of Gotham's villains felt like this before dying? You heaved a heavy breath, you've been injured so many times before, you know how to calm yourself down in times like this.

Once your vision returned momentarily, your shaky hands hover over your phone screen. It takes you two attempts at your password before it unlocks, and you were straight to recent calls.

Oswald is fourth on the list, after the two detectives and Zsasz. You coughed out a chuckle, Oswald is fourth? He was so much more than a fourth-place spot.

You manage to hit his name, smearing your screen with blood before placing the phone near your ear. With that out of the way, you slowly drag yourself onto a lying position, your non-dominate hand landing back on the wound. It won't do much, but it gives you peace of mind.

The ringing takes a little longer than usual, ultimately, you like to think that Oswald cared about you. But, you know Oswald is usually busy, if he doesn't pick up then he'll call you back within the hour.

Pick up Oz.

Finally, the call is picked up, it felt like a lifetime and in those mere seconds you realise dying is so much better when you're not alone.

"(Y/n), dear?" Oswald's voice rang through, you smile to yourself, relaxing under his voice, "Aren't you busy? I thought you were out on a case with Gordon and Bullock?"

God, you just wish he was there. You wished your goodbye wasn't some phone call with shitty reception and even shittier timing. Because you hadn’t thought to say goodbye sooner, and now you have minutes at most. Because maybe you had this coming.

"Yeah, found a dead end so we're back to the drawing board," You lied, and you felt dirty - why are you lying to him in your last moments? Couldn't you just let your guard down for once? "Thought I would check up on you before I get pulled away."

"Oh," Oswald hums, and you can hear him smile, "I'm alright, Zsasz is out at the moment, you know with stuff."

"Yeah, stuff."

That's how your relationship was, complicated, not telling each other the full story because you two were on opposite sides, you weren't supposed to be his companion and yours his. You don't use him for information and he doesn't do the same back. Perhaps, the relationship wasn't that complicated.

"Found anything of Nygma?" You ask eventually, out of curiosity, might as well get all the information before you die.

"No, manage to hide again, I was hoping you could point me in his direction," There was a tease in his voice, and you can't help but chuckle.

You cough, moan then adjust your position, "Sorry, I can't help, Jim doesn't tell me anything about stuff like that."

"Worth a shot," Oswald says, you can imagine the little man shrugs his shoulders. You can hear soft banging on his end, you know that it was him with a cane moving, "Are you okay? I did hear you moan, and not the good kind."

"I'm okay," Liar. "Sparring with Zsasz is rough, I have a few bruises here and there." Half lie.

"Maybe ask if you can get the rest of the night off while it's still young?" Oswald suggested, his voice laced with worry. You closed your eyes, knowing full well if he knew what state you are in - it would be more than worry within his words, "Or, just go home without asking. I could spend more time with you - it feels like a long time ago when we spent a full night together."

"Yeah, that'll be nice."

Your vision starts going black around the edges, and your hand feels numb in its grip around the phone. You consider passing out, but Oswald’s talking again, and there's no way you're missing that.

"Just us two, no distractions."

A wave of dizziness hits you and the black spots in your vision return. This is it, you know it, but why are you still clinging on? That's right, you haven't really said your final words, meaningful words to a person you care for.

"Hey, Oz," You softly speak, a cough managed to escape, "I was just wondering, you know I love you right?"

"Of course I do," Oswald snaps, though his tone is different with you when he snaps. He has the slight undertone of 'why would you doubt me?', "Why did this come up?"

"Curiosity, I know I haven't been the best with emotions and speaking about it, but I'm glad you know that I love you. That you mean the world to me, you know? We've been busy with a lot of stuff, we barely see each other, so I had to make sure."

"You're rambling."

Right. It was the panic that set in as you close your eyes, you know you're crying but you can't let Oswald know that. You sucked up a big breath, trying not to choke on your tears or blood for that matter.

"Sorry."

"Tell me all about it when you come home later, okay?" Oswald's voice returns to soft and caring, "I don't want to hold you up in your little detective cases."

"Right, yeah, I'll see you soon, I love you."

"And I love you too."

You hear the beep of the phone call ending, and you lie there still as your phone drops from the non-existent grip. You felt the panic wash away with a sense of peace.

You breathe out your last breath, a soft smile planted on your face with the thought that Oswald loves you.

It was the dead of the night and you still had not returned home. Oswald considered coming to your work but only stopped himself to respect your boundaries.

Oswald does not expect Jim by himself at the front door. His face is a mask of sorrow and whatever it is, Oswald doesn’t want to hear it.

“I’m so sorry."

But, Oswald can’t hear him. His mind’s replying to their last conversation, with your coughing and adverting the topic of calling it a night, and he should have known. Should’ve kept you on the phone, gone to you, anything.

"I almost didn't pick it up," Oswald managed to utter, Jim tiling his head before continuing, "He called me while… while he was—injured. While he was dying, and I almost didn’t pick up.”

Now, he sees it, replaying your final words. You used your last energy to talk to him rather than calling for help.

"He used his last minutes with me."

"He loved you, Oswald, he made sure he said it before he died."

There was a stabbing pain in Oswald's chest, it felt like his world was falling apart. Oswald swallowed his grief for a mere moment as he grips his cane tighter.

"Who killed him?"

#oswald cobblepot x male reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #gotham x male reader #gotham imagine #x male reader

[fancyfade]

What are your thoughts on Batman: Black Mirror? I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with that story mostly because I adore its characterisation of Dick and how the story depicts legacy and history, but Synder's ableism is so apparent.

If it's alright for me to share my two cents: I enjoy that a lot of the arc (particularly the first 3 issues) revolves around the theme of "history repeating; first as tragedy, then as farce" which was typical for Bat titles of the time. The Dealer and James Jr. trying to intellectualise "might is right" despite resorting to same old greed-fuelled murder. Dick Grayson coming into his own as a not-Bruce-Wayne Batman, who's standing on the shoulders of giants and reckoning with the ghost of the Batman's (and his) past. Barbara and Jim Gordon having to deal with Jim's biggest mistakes of all in the form of James Jr resurfacing. I also loved Dick and Babs' moments and their relationship draws on this theme: they have so much history together, they loved each other, they get each other like no one else does, they've been there from almost the beginning, they've been allies, partners, friends, lovers, exes, fiancés, and now they're something pretty un-labellable if you ask me. (Thesis-antithesis-synthesis in a sense :P)

But shit. The ableism is problematic. I think it's two main things, though I might be missing something. First is Dick's nightmare vision where his worst fear is him losing his legs. And second is James Jr being written as a "psychopath" as oppose to, I dunno, the literal embodiment of toxic masculinity (fucking wasted opportunity) to be a foil to our favourite flamboyant, pun-slinging, back-flipping, hoping-inspiring boy scout Dick Grayson.

What do you think of this arc?

I’ll confess that I am the odd one out in that I just. Do not get the appeal of black mirror. Even excluding the ableism (and it is VERY ableist). Like people say it’s great Dick characterization, and it’s fine, but it’s not like it stands out especially among other comics of the time IMO.

Like, Dick and Babs’s moments in this comic are not notable for me, because she is reduced and written as lesser to make her someone Dick has to protect, she is damselled and written as less competent – hwo does James get past her security so effortlessly? Why does she not finish him off when she has the advantage after beating him up initially? Like the whole reason I like Dick and Babs’ dynamic is because they are written as equals in the initial version of their relationship, Black Mirror just made it a stereotypical ‘scared woman (b/c she is treated as scared of James, even tho she does try to break out), strong man saves her’ thing. James Jr would not be a threat to Babs in her own solo title. That means I think it fails in being respectful of the depiction of her history, so I would say that Snyder does not succeed there.

I also would disagree that we see Babs and Jim having to deal with Jim’s greatest mistake, when like I said Babs doesn’t really do much.

I do agree that they had a lot of opportunity to parallel James and Dick as toxic masculinity vs healthy masculinity, but it’s wasn’t the authorial intention at all, so I don’t give it any credit for that. The authorial intention was “Good, neurotypical dick* vs Evil, neurodivergent James”. I would honestly consider the way they diminished Babs capabilities to prop Dick up more ableism in the story as well, in addition to sexism.

I think that critique of the Might is Right mindset is done much better in many 80s/90s Batman comics, including Batman: Venom. The text was much more overt there, and less hidden behind ableism.

Anyway, so sorry :P but basically Batman: Black Mirror is one of those “everyone talks it up” but I’m just like the *insert her GIF*. It’s a pretty stereotypical batman story. In terms of Dickbats stories, I consider it one of the more mid ones. I genuinely don’t know how it is so popular :P

*ignoring headcanons or readings of earlier texts…. The way Snyder writes him is intended to be read as neurotypical

#armed with a waffle iron #ask #dc comics #batman: black mirror #dickbats #2009 era batfam stuff #barbara gordon #sexism #ableism

[meganlpie]

You Have a What?!

Based on this request: Would you write for Bullock? Almost no one does and it makes me sad. If so, could I get a secret wife trope where someone kidnaps the reader(Bullock’s wife) and that’s how Jim finds out?

Here you are, lovely! *I do not own ANY Gotham characters.*

Warnings: Secretly Married Trope, angst(mentions of kidnapping and some violence), Harvey is soft for reader, fluff-ish??

Pairings: Harvey Bullock x fem!reader, mentions of Jim Gordon and Ed Nygma

When Harvey left home that morning, he was expecting the usual Gotham crazy, maybe even a bit more. But not this. Harvey couldn't remember the last time he'd been so afraid and so angry at the same time. "What the hell?" he muttered as he read the words on the paper in front of him. The glasses perched on his nose nearly fell off when he finished reading and shot up from his chair.

         "Who was at my desk?!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the bull pen. "Did anyone see who was at my desk?!" Several people shook their heads and Harvey's hands began to shake. "Harvey?" Jim asked. Harvey met his partner's gaze and nearly broke. This was not happening. Jim snatched the paper from Harvey's shaky hands.

         "'Secrets out, Detective Bullock. If you want her back, follow the clues. You'll find the first riddle in the drawer. Clock's ticking'," Jim read as his brows furrowed. "This is obviously Nygma, Harvey, but what's he talking about?" Harvey slammed the drawer to his desk closed and headed out, riddle in hand.

         "Harvey?!" Jim called, grabbing his jacket and rushing after Harvey. Jim barely made it to Harvey's car. "Harvey! You know I'll follow you wherever you need, but you need to tell me what the hell is going on!" Harvey paused in his movements for a moment and ran his hand over his beard. "He's got my wife, Jim," Harvey practically whispered before climbing into the driver's seat.

         After getting over his shock, Jim hurriedly jumped into the passenger's seat. "Your what? You have a what?!" Harvey was trying not to shake. He was a detective in the GCPD, dammit! He couldn't fall apart. You needed him. "My wife, Jim. I have a wife! And Nygma found out and now he's got her!" Harvey's voice rose.

         Harvey passed the riddle to Jim in hopes he could figure it out. Harvey wasn't good at riddles in the best of times and this was NOT one of those times. His mind was all over the place. He really hoped you were alright. He couldn't lose you.

         He thought about how you'd looked that morning with sleepy eyes, mussed hair, and wrinkled pajamas as you walked out of your bedroom to tell him goodbye even though you didn't have to be up for another hour or so. He thought about how your kiss had felt against his lips right before you shoved his favorite pastry into his hand as you shooed him out the door. If Nygma harmed a single hair on your head, Harvey swore he'd kill him.

         "Anything?" he asked Jim with a snap in his voice. "Looks like…the docks. The clue is leading us to the docks." Harvey cursed under his breath. Nothing good ever came from going to the docks in Gotham. He pressed harder on the gas, urging his car to go faster. "Harvey," Jim quietly complained from the passengers' seat, earning a glare from the senior detective.

         The car was barely in park at the docks when Harvey was out of it. He called your name until Jim motioned to an open shipping container. Harvey pulled his gun and prepared for the worst. To his relief, it was empty except for a computer on a desk. Harvey could just make out Nygma's face as he approached the device. "Hello, Detective Bullock. I must say, your wife is not what I expected. I suppose I'll never understand how someone so…beautiful and intelligent could fall for an ignoramus like you."

         "Let her go, Nygma!" Harvey demanded, earning a sadistic laugh from the criminal. "Now, now, Detective. You know that isn't how this works. You have to follow the riddles. Oh, and you may want to hurry. I'm not sure how much longer your wife's wit will keep her safe."

         "Nygma, I swear to g-"

         "You're boring me, Detective. Follow the next riddle or I'll-" Nygma was cut off by a punch to the jaw. Harvey felt his heart rise to his throat when he heard your voice. "You probably should have made sure I was properly restrained. Idiot," you snapped before delivering a swift kick to Nygma followed by another punch. Caught off guard, Nygma fell to the floor, groaning.

         A sigh of relief escaped Harvey's lips when your face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Harvey." He smiled. "You okay, baby?" At your nod, Harvey relaxed more. "I'm fine. Can you come home now?" Harvey's brows furrowed as Jim chuckled a little.

         "You mean to tell me Nygma held my wife hostage in my own damn house?!" You nodded again. "Yep. I guess he wanted you chasing your tail for a while by sending you in a circle. So, if you could send some of your people to come get him while you make your way home, that'd be great. I've got your favorite danish."

         "Have I told you that I love you, woman?" You let out a laugh. "Only a billion times, but I never get tired of hearing it. Oh, and thanks for teaching me how to throw a punch. I might have broken my hand otherwise. The man's jaw could cut diamonds." Harvey's boisterous laughter echoed through the shipping container as Jim called for a couple officers to pick up Nygma.

         "I'll be home soon, baby. Keep yourself safe until then," Harvey told you before continuing, "And if you could give him another kick for me, I'd appreciate it." You gave a roll of your eyes, but didn't argue. Instead, you blew him a kiss and turned off the camera. Harvey shook his head fondly and followed after Jim.

         "That wife of yours," Jim started, "Is something else." Harvey nodded with a grin. "Yeah she is. I'm one lucky sonovabitch." Harvey had to fight to keep the smile off his face the rest of the drive back to his apartment. He got there just in time to see two officers escorting Nygma out. The gangly man had blood pouring from his nose from where you'd punched him the second time. Harvey laughed a bit, but was quickly cut off as you threw yourself into his arms. "I think it's time to move," you said, your voice muffled by his jacket. "Whatever you say, baby."

(a/n: I hope you like it! Harvey is probably one of my favorite characters in the show!)

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[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: mentions of dealing with drugs, angst.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 18

 Gordon’s POV

He walked inside GCHQ as the clock struck ‘9:00’ he saw Caroline sitting there calmly as she typed away on her computer while sipping a warm chocolate milk. Gordon saw no one around so he took a quick seat a her desk and looked at her hesitantly. Caroline lifted her eyes off the screen and eyed him curiously,

  “Everything alright Jim?”

  Gordon tapped his fingers nervously on the desk and said in a low but serious tone,

  “Something is off.. with Y/n.”

  At the mention of Y/n’s name Caroline dropped everything and devoted her total attention to Gordon as she replied,

 “What do you mean? What happened?”

  He shrugged his shoulders as he went on,

  “Yesterday at the Prison, she arrived fine but left a completely different person, she even raised her voice at me.. and that’s not normal-“

  “No that’s not.. That’s not Y/n.. who was there with her, Jim? Did you leave her alone?”

  Trying to help himself feel better he replied,

  “I left for only a few minutes to talk with Chief, and when I came back and walked inside the security room where she was at Mackenzie walked out-“

  “HE WHAT?!”

  Gordon stood up nervously looking around as he shushed her, 

 “Shhh!! You had to make it obvious?!”

  “You left her alone!!”

  “I know and I regret it-“

 “You should Gordon! You know what Mackenzie is capable of in a matter of seconds... and you left her there.”

  Gordon could swear he could smell the anger burning off of Caroline, but she had every reason to be. And he regretted knowing that no matter what he did he might not be able to get anything out of Y/n. He hoped deep down though that Caroline would be able to talk with her. He then asked in an apologetic tone,

 “Do you think you can talk to her please?”

  She huffed and rubbed her eyes,

  “Yes Gordon, of course I’ll talk to her. But until then I hear another word about this happening again I’ll shoot you.”

  “I understand Caroline.”

  “Hmm hmm.. now get going, isn’t she coming in today?”

  “Yes she is.. that’s another thing I need to get straight with her...”

  Caroline saw the hesitation again and just about growled,

  “What did you do now?”

  “I can’t talk about it-“

  “Oh yes you can-“

 “Not here at least... maybe later... look Y/n is here.”

  Y/n’s POV

 Y/n walked in and saw Gordon standing by Caroline’s desk with a worried expression and Caroline’s face held seriousness, which only made Y/n ask,

  “everything alright?”

  Gordon was the first to speak,

 “Yes, yes of course.. come on, we need to talk.”

  “riiight.. of course.. Good day Caroline.”

  Caroline could see a different face on Y/n and couldn’t help but ask,

  “Are you ok sweetheart-“

  “Oh yeah, I’m alright, just.. you know back on the job!” 

  Y/n interrupted with the fakest smile and began to walk to the door, Gordon grabbed her arm strong enough to stop her but not hurt her, he then said,

  “We can’t talk here... I have a special coffee shop. It’s usually empty.”

  She eyed him then Caroline and back at Gordon,

  “ok.. let’s go.”

 She sent Caroline a small smile and walk out before Caroline could stop her. Y/n wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened, and only because it still shook her and didn’t see anyone believing her.   

  Gordon decided that they ride together sense he knew the place, Y/n thought about it for a second but chose to go with him in the end, though she didn’t want talk about anything dealing with what had happened at the Prison, she didn’t want to be alone. Y/n kept the conversation vivid but only about work to keep away any more suspicions. And fortunately Gordon went along.

  Soon they were at the coffee shop, and Gordon was right, it was empty, only the owner sat at the front reading a newspaper. Gordon ordered them both a small coffee and led Y/n to the back of the cafe, they took their seat and Gordon began to talk,

  “So, I have considered this seriously and have come to a decision, as much as I wanted to bring this up in a different way or just not ever... I need you to go undercover for me... and you know for what. Things around the Iceberg Lounge are reaching into the justice system already it’s ridiculous”

  Y/n kept her gaze on her fingers as she played with the rim of her cup, she had thought about it too, and had at first decided to go.. but now it was the last thing she wanted to do. It scared her. To play someone else to get to a man that terrifies the real her. She looked at Gordon and said hesitantly,

  “w-when do you- when do you want me to start?”

  “Well... to sign up for a position might take a month or two... they’re very prestigious when it comes to women. Which gives you enough time to prepare until they call you in.” 

  Y/n took in the information and finally admitted while looking at the table with a shameful tone in a whisper,

  “he... he scares me... my father worked many dangerous cases before and no one could stop him, Mackenzie was the only one that did, and got away with it-“

  She then looked at Gordon and he could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes as she added,

 “Gordon what makes you think I have a chance?”

  Seeing the fire and passion gone from her eyes and voice worried Gordon, she was never like this.. even in the worse of times. 

  “Y-Y/n... what are you talking about? You’re the one that wanted this-“

  “But I can’t do it, you don’t understand... it’s too risky-“

  “Now you want talk about risky? What about those days when you cared less about dangers and just did your job? What happened Y/n, something went down at the Prison that you’re not telling me-“

  “I said nothing Gordon! I’m fine-“

  “Clearly not if your getting pissed about me asking you... we’ve come so far Y/n, you can’t back out now-“

  Y/n rolled her eyes and stood up,

  “I can, because I haven’t signed up yet... I’m sorry Gordon, but I’m not doing this, I’ve lost enough. And.. and Mac- he’s a lost cause at catching o-or arresting.. anyways, call me when you find Stewart’s shooter.”

  Gordon’s POV 

  With that Y/n walked out leaving Gordon with his mouth slightly opened with shock, he couldn’t believe his ears. 

  ‘What was that all about? God damnit!!’

  He got up from his seat moments later and left. His heart hurt to know that Y/n was struggling with something he couldn’t figure out, and there was no proof of what went down at the Prison that changed her behavior drastically.

  ‘Shit if she’s not going to tell me, Mackenzie will, I’ll make him.’

And with that Gordon drove straight to Mackenzie’s personal office that was in a separate building by the OGC. When Gordon got off he walked up to the secretary’s desk and asked the lady for Mackenzie,

  “Is Chief Mackenzie in office at the moment?”

  She looked snobbish as she loudly chewed her gum away and with her long white acrylic nails she typed on the computer to check Mackenzie’s schedule, she then nodded her head no as she batted her long fake eyelashes,

  “He’s not in right now LT, he’s coming in tomorrow afternoon though-“

  “Tomorrow afternoon? It’s literally a week day, he’s usually in at this time-“

  “Well he isn’t, why don’t you leave an appointment-“

 Gordon huffed loudly in frustration as he interrupted,

  “I don’t have time for this, where did he say he would be?!”

  She looked taken aback by his reaction but composed herself immediately,

  “I can’t tell sir, I’m sorry. But if you don’t calm down I’ll have security remove you.”

  That was enough for Gordon to walk out without another word, 

  ‘Son of a bitch is out doing his drug business.. I wouldn’t be surprised if that snobbish Barbie works along side him.. UGHH HOW FREAKING FRUSTRATING!!’

  He went back to GCHQ and sat down at his desk contemplating what to do next, he still really wanted to stop Mackenzie and the only one to help him out had quit.

  ‘What did you do Mackenzie... what did you do to Y/n... I think the only person that might be able to talk to her is Bats.. I’ll give him a call.’

  Bruce’s POV 

Bruce woke up to Alfred shaking him lightly with a ringing phone in his hands,

 “It’s Gordon Bruce,”

 Sitting up quickly he took the phone and answered in his low voice trying not to sound like he didn’t just wake up,

  “G-Godorn?”

 Alfred sent him a disappointing look that also looked liked he wanted to smack him, Bruce sent him away as he got off his bed.

  “Chief.. listen, I know I usually call you at night but this is serious. The night I went to the signal you know how I left Y/n there at Arkham Prison?”

  Bruce’s eyes squinted from the light and  picked up his shades but stopped mid motion at the serious tone Gordon spoke with, 

  “yeah.. what about that?”

Bruce knew something had gone wrong too, especially with how he found her last night in Y/b/n’s room, but he couldn’t tell Gordon that.

  Gordon proceeded to say,

  “Mackenzie was there that night and was in the same room with her.. and well-“

  “What did he do to her?!”

 Gordon could clearly hear the panic and jealousy in Bruce’s voice, which only made him more nervous,

 “I-I’m not sure about that.. she won’t talk and now she doesn’t want to go undercover-“

  “What? But I thought she planned it?”

  “I know.. but whatever he did or whatever happened back there it changed her mind and she’s not backing down.. I don’t know what to do Chief.. I really don’t, but he needs to go down. It’s getting to dangerous and a lot of the PD is siding with him underground. Before you know it the entire justice system will become a drug business.. and you more than anyone know how that can get.”

  Bruce held silence for a few seconds as he brushed his hair out of his face, he didnt know for once what to do either. In frustration he growled,

  “I.. I’ll see if I can talk to her personally.. then I’ll let you know. And another thing.. you ever work with her again and leave her alone you don’t know what you will come back too... I mean it.”

  “I know Chief.. I’m sorry... but please reach out to her tonight, we can’t waste time.”

  “I will Gordon... for now send her home.”

  “She should be on her way back.”

  “Fine... I’ll contact her.. until then Jim.”

  “Until then Bats.”

 Bruce hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed, he sat down on the floor as he rubbed his face,

  ‘Why didn’t I ask if everything was ok.. I knew something was wrong.. she’s ever acted like that... let me see where she is now.’

  Getting up from the floor he grabbed the letter Y/n had left him there on her pillow,

  ‘Hi baby.. I was wondering if you could start the paperwork process for Danny, I won’t have time to participate in any of the meetings that are required for such.. but I know you do, if you need any help just be me a call.. I’ll be at work. Please stay safe and find me RedHood as soon as possible. I love you Bruce xxx’

  Bruce kissed the letter after folding it and putting it in his drawer, he then walked out of his room to see Alfred coming up the stairs, 

  “Bruce, I need you to do something for me.”

  “What’s that?”

  Alfred looked down the loft to see if anyone was inside then said,

  “Y/b/n doesn’t want Y/n to know it’s him yet.. he has some issues he needs to fix first-“

  Bruce scoffed as he put forth,

  “What kind of issues are those?”

 “He’s angry that Y/n didn’t kill Stewart for him.. he knew she did have to chance and yet she refrained herself from pulling the trigger-“

  Bruce scrunched his brows as he corrected,

  “I stopped her from killing Stewart.. I pulled her away. Y/n was going to do it, and I didn’t let her.. just like when I stopped her from running back inside the burning building.”

  Alfred never knew that Y/n wanted to kill her and that Bruce had stopped her, it was never mentioned, he stayed still at the top of the stairs as he asked,

 “Why did you stop her?”

 “What?”

  “I said why-“

  “Because she’s not a killer Alfred! Nor a monster.. the Joker drilled into her mind that it took a monster to kill one, and he wanted to predict that Y/n would be the one to take down Stewart. I couldn’t let that be true.. because if it went down like he said Y/n would be the RedHood!! She would be the killer like Y/b/n! And only worse because she’s been damaged so much already.. all she ever wanted to be was like her father. Be his mirror image of what a true cop should be. Killing Stewart out of vengeance would’ve of thrown that out of the window and she wouldn’t be the same. I’m sorry but not sorry Alfred. And I stand by my choice, because I know I didn’t make a mistake.”

  Bruce didn’t let Alfred speak again as he brushed passed Alfred and went downstairs for he was heading to the Batcave, he sighed loudly as he pulled on his hair to get it out of his face, 

  ‘I only did what I hoped was best.. what if I made it all worse.. was it fate that she kill Stewart and I took that away out of selfishness because I strictly have it grounded that I don’t do killing? It was her choice not mine.. fuck.. what did you do Bruce? Was it a mistake? Is that why she’s acting the way she is?’

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[1-800-imagines]

then | changes part 8

masterlist of series

authors note: kind of a transition chapter, not the best, i apologize. ALSO this fic is obvi not cannon and selina kyle is not in it so i am adapting around that, some events are out of order

PRINCESS OF GOTHAM DEAD

the text scrolled across the screen and you bit your lip.

you bounced your leg as you watched the press release. usually it would be thomas you would be thomas you would be bouncing, but he was making his first public appearance today.

jim gordon was currently standing outside the gotham precinct talking to the reporters where they were all hungry for bruce’s appearance.

everyone had decided it be necessary to have thomas be there as no one would believe you dead if thomas were no where to be found either.

gordon stepped up to the mic. everyone had been in arms about your 'death' as you were a far different target than the mayor, the commissioner, and the da.

"it is with great sorrow to announce that y/n y/l/n was tragically murdered last night by the riddler. we know this without a doubt and we are using all of our resources to find him. a tape has been leaked of y/n's death and we are advising the public not to listen out of respect of her family. now a word from mr. wayne, her fiancé." jim finished.

bruce walked out of the precinct doors carrying thomas. bruce stepped up to the mic and cleared his throat, "this is the second person the riddler has hurt because of me. first alfred, now y/n." thomas started to whine, “this is our child, thomas bruce wayne jr or tommy as y/n called him. he’s without a mother now.” you could see the pain in bruce’s face as he spoke these words as they were his biggest fears and he needed to make it seem realistic.

you swallowed hard you were worried about the two of them being in such a public place when the riddler was clearly obsessed with him.

“she was a great woman and an even better mother. i should have made better use of our time together. that’s all, thank you.” bruce said and walked back inside as the reporters went wild with questions.

your heart broke, seeing the pain in bruce’s eyes knowing he meant every word of it. tears streamed down your face as you clicked off the tv.

“would you like some tea, ms. y/n?” you heard the voice around the corner, wiping the tears away from your cheeks.

you stood up, “dotty?” you asked softly. you knew she was around, but you hadn’t seen her during your arrival last night.

“i didn’t mean to interrupt. i made you tea. i thought you might like some.” she said, walking in and presenting you tea, just how you liked it.

“you remembered.” this made the tears come falling again and your knees buckled. dotty had always made you tea when you weee upset when you were a teenager, it had been a staple comfort item and a bonding moment between the two of you.

dotty quickly put the tray down and rushed to your side, “sweet girl, everything will be alright. you’re home safe again. we will take care of you.”

you leaned into her shoulder, just as you had when you were a young teenager, “how can anything be the same?” you whispered.

“well it won’t be and it shouldn’t be. there’s a baby now. and if that doesn’t make you want to work things out with him, i don’t know what will.” she said, stroking your hair.

you sniffled, “i’m just so worried about him.”

“well aren’t we all, but now he has someone to come home to besides just me and silly alfred.”

you hugged her a final time, “thank you dot.”

your phone beeped and you looked at it. it was a text from bruce with a link to a news article titled SECRET LOVE CHILD OF LATE Y/N Y/LN AND BRUCE WAYNE? FIND OUT MORE TONIGHT

you swore, you knew that meant reporters would be swarming the manor trying to get more pictures of thomas, especially after that pressconference. there was nowhere safe for them to go in gotham. you needed to find the riddler and be done with this, fast.

thankfully, bruce and tommy would have a police escort back to the house later, but you had gone down to start analyzing the latest letter. as you were about to shut down the computers a pattern in the code caught your eye of your initials. you erased all of those symbols which pertained and it spelled out perfect, ‘44’.

you felt sick, you never wanted to step foot in the iceberg lounge or 44 below again. your last name was a legend in that club because of your father as he was known to take any hit job no matter the target, no questions asked. a year after he had killed your mother, you went looking for answers and had a horrible encounter with falcone and the penguin. if it hadn’t been for young bruce, you wouldn’t have made it out alive.

but you knew you were the only one who was going to get in, even if you were supposed to be dead.

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[prince-septimus]

the run-in

pairing : jason todd x detective!reader

summary : 3 times you run into the red hood, and the one time it’s jason todd

word count : 1.8k

warnings : mention of blood & violence 

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to play with fire?”

You spin around quickly, your gun pointed at the chest of a man you had never met but had heard all too much about.

The Red Hood.

“Sounds more like something the Commissioner would tell me,” you speak calmly, but don’t move the gun away.

There are bodies lying around you – some brought down by your own hand and the others brought down by his. Groans of pain fill the air, but you know some of the men are dead.

“Commissioner Gordon—” his voice is mechanical, any real traces of what he sounds like hidden by the mask he wears, “—how is he doing these days?”

Your gaze turns into a glare. “He’s fine. Would you like me to call him up? I bet he’d love to talk to you.”

Under the dim streetlights of Gotham, the Red Hood is a startling figure. He’s almost terrifying as he stands in front of you, but in a city full of heroes and villains alike, you don’t let his imposing structure intimidate you.

“I’ve actually got places to be,” he quips, before turning his attention to one of the men lying on the ground.

They were all members of a local drug ring you had recently been trying to bust. You know the names of a few, recognized them from photos you had found, but now they were just bodies to fill the jail cells, or for some, the morgue. You had been on a stakeout, trying to find some last bits of evidence you would need to finally make the bust, but you were ambushed.

The Red Hood had appeared out of nowhere.

He kicks at the body closest to him. There’s no groan of pain. Letting out a huff of air, it’s almost masked by the static of his mask. “Looks like you have a lot of paperwork to do.”

“No thanks to you.”

His head turns. You briefly wonder what he looks like under that mask, wonder what he sounds like.

“I’ll make sure to leave a few for you next time.”

You can practically hear the smile hidden away underneath the false voice he carries with him. Finally, you drop your gun. “I’ll let the Commissioner know you say ‘hello’.”

-

“It’s not like you to sit up on roofs. That’s more of my kind of thing.”

You sigh, bringing your camera away from your face to look at the man who’s saddled up next to you. “What do you want, Red?”

“What? Can’t stop by to see how my favorite detective is doing?”

“You hate the police,” you reply flatly.

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen the Red Hood. He had popped up occasionally, always when you were working alone. You figured he had found some sort of trust in you, helping you out on the occasional case by offering information if you turned a blind eye to his criminal activities. You had a sort of trust in him too, you had decided, trusting him to never lead you on a wrong turn when it came to the leads he gave you.

You still bickered with him, though, almost treating him like an old friend rather than a deadly vigilante.

“I only hate the police that don’t do their job.” He leans against the concrete barrier surrounding the roof, the one you had been hiding behind as you spied on the gangsters in the window across the street. “That doesn’t include you.”

“I wouldn’t think you’d be here if it did.” You scroll through the photos you had taken so far on your camera, making sure you have what you need before turning to the man standing next to you. “What do you want, Red?”

“Heard your name from some of the men you’ve been scouting.” He nods toward the building. “I think you need to be a little more careful.”

“Isn’t that what I keep you around for?”

This is one of the moments where you wish you could see the face beneath the mask. You want to be able to read him, be able to know what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling. Instead, you’re forced to look at the masked man in front of you and be completely unaware as to who sits beneath it all.

“Just be careful. Keep someone with you when you’re out here doing these kinds of things.”

You shake your head, turning to bend down and grab your equipment from where it’s spread out on the roof. “I’ll be alright, Red. Now, how about you walk me home, hm?”

You stand back up, but he’s nowhere to be found, almost as if he was never there.

-

A bullet flies past your head, planting itself into the man who had been pointing his gun at you.

You don’t need to turn around to know who the bullet belongs to. Instead, you let your arms fall to your side as a huff of air falls past your lips. “I had it.”

“Sure, you did.”

He appears next to you, sliding his gun back into the holster strapped to his hip. You feel the anger rise up in you as you turn to look at him, and without thinking, you’re shoving at his chest.

“I had it!”

“I told you not to do stakeouts alone anymore—”

“You don’t get to decide what I can and cannot do.” You lower your voice, trying to calm yourself. “This is my job. I shouldn’t even be talking to you—”

“But you need my help.”

You rub your hands across your face. “I don’t need your help unless I ask for it, and I didn’t ask for it this time.”

A mechanic scoff. “You could’ve died.”

“I needed more information out of the guy.”

“You could’ve died. Do I need to keep repeating it?”

“Well, I’m fine. And now I have to find an explanation of why this guy is dead.”

“Better than finding you dead.”

Sirens sound in the distance. Someone must’ve called the cops before you ever got the chance to call it in.

“Go,” you say quickly, “get out of here so I don’t have to explain to my coworkers why I’m talking to a man they’re actively hunting.”

By the time the patrol cars arrive, spotting you with your hands raised in the air, the Red Hood is long gone.

-

The lights above you hurt your eyes. You try to lift yourself off the ground, but the pain stops you. You’re not sure where it stems from, but it’s spreading like a wildfire. Your whole body burns. It hurts to turn your head, but you manage to do so and almost let out a sob at the sight of your partner laid out on the ground.

Blood drips out of his nose, and his eyes are lifeless.

You cough, suddenly feeling like you can’t catch your breath at the realization of everything that had just happened. You had convinced your newest partner – a newer recruit, almost 30 – to do a stakeout with you. It was supposed to be a simple watch, one to get more information on one of the newer crime families in Gotham.

Instead, the two of you had been ambushed and laid out. Your partner was dead and you were close enough to it.

You don’t hear the footsteps or the panicked shout of your name until there’s a man standing over you. It’s hard to see anything but his shadow under the streetlight, but you would recognize the voice hidden beneath that mask anywhere.

“Red,” you manage to get out softly before your throat begins to burn and you’re coughing out any next words you have.

“Stay still,” he orders. He reaches for your side, his gloved hand covered in blood when he pulls it back before immediately pressing it back against your side in order to stop some of the bleeding. "You've been shot.”

You hiss at the pain that shoots through you, your eyes shutting . “Feels like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Hey, hey,” he pats at your cheek, “keep your eyes open for me.”

“At least I didn’t come alone.”

He looks over at the fallen body of your partner, letting out a sigh. “Look at how well that worked out for you. Where’s your phone?”

“Don’t know. Car maybe.”

“Fuck it,” he spits out, keeping one hand pressed against your gunshot wound while the other digs his own phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

You watch through blurry vision as he brings the phone up to his ear.

“Commissioner,” he speaks into the phone, quickly explaining what’s happened and where to find you. When the call ends, he looks back down at you. “Help is on its way.”

Beneath his mask, the Red Hood has a confused expression etched onto his face as he listens to the soft laugh you let out. “What are you laughing at? You’re bleeding out in an alley and you’re laughing.”

“You called the Commissioner to help me.” Your voice is broken, breathy words falling from your lips. “You’re risking the police finding you here in order to get me help. You’re doing all this, and I don’t even know your name or what you look like.”

A turn of his head towards the end of the alley, looking to see if there’s anyone watching. There’s sirens in the distance. He only has a few minutes.

With a click, he removes the helmet and tosses it next to him. His black and white streaked hair falls onto his forehead, and his face is still partially covered by the domino mask he always wore underneath, but he’s all-too-familiar even without revealing everything.

You smile. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I was dead.”

“And Jim knows?”

“Yes.”

You try to sit up again, attempting to ignore the pain, but Jason’s free hand finds your shoulder and holds you down.

“Don’t move. It could make it worse.”

“What’s next? Is Nightwing about to appear from the rooftop?”

Jason laughs. “We’re not exactly speaking at the moment, so I assume no.”

You shake your head as best you can. “Jason fuckin’ Todd. Back from the dead. Can’t believe I made friends with a zombie.”

“Real original.”

The sirens are closer now, too close.

Jason lets out a sigh when he hears a car door slam shut. There’s blood on your face and he reaches up to smear some of it away with his glove. “I guess that’s my cue.”

Gordon appears first, clearly keeping the other officers away to give Jason time.

You watch the two nod at each other before Jason grabs one of your hands.

“Almost there,” he tells you softly, removing his hand and placing yours over the gunshot wound in your side. “Keep pressure there, help is here.”

Jason reaches for his helmet, slipping it back on before taking off into the shadows.

You realize he never said goodbye, but as the Commissioner and the EMTs reach you, you know that you’ll see him again.

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[goggles-mcgee]

[Someone videotaping Joker everyone is obviously drunk] Scarecrow: "Time for a fun psychological game! Joker is up first! So Joker, the game is Fuck, Marry, Kill. Greatest Enemies Edition. Your options are Batman, Jim Gordon, Bruce Wayne. Go!"

Joker without missing a beat: "Fuck Batman because that would be some spicy fun. Marry Bruce Wayne, the tears from the lady's would be grand and I would get to live at Wayne Manor and look at him he's like a Greek God! And obviously kill Jim Gordon. "

This video goes viral. In retaliation the Batfam decides to do a video of Batman while out on patrol. Of course the first few minutes are him saying they need to focus but then he relents.

[Video of Batman facepalming but looking at the camera with a, 'let's get on with it's face.] Batgirl (the purple one): "Alright Gotham you've seen the Joker's version now it's Batman's turn to play Fuck, Marry, Kill. The rules are simple B. We give you three names and you have to pick which one of them you would fuck, marry, and kill respectively."

Batman: "But I don't kill."

Batgirl: "Yes. We know. But for the game you have to pick, who, hypothetically you would want to kill."

Batman: "I don't hypothetically kill."

Batgirl: "Oh my God. Fine. We'll change it up for you. Fuck, Marry, and Beat Senseless. Good? We good? Great! Okay your three names to choose from are three of Gotham's Rogues!"

Batman: "Okaaay?"

Batgirl: "Your names are, Joker, Scarecrow, and Riddler. Oh and give reasons!"

Batman: "...You're serious? Fine. Fuck Joker, I don't know I've heard hate sex is a nice thing. Marry Scarecrow, he's a doctor? We could have nice intellectual conversation. Beat Riddler. To shut him up. There you happy? Now let's finish up patrol."

Batgirl whisper shouting to the camera: "OHMYGOD i didn't think he would actually do it!"

Gotham goes crazy. Of course it goes viral. But then, oh but then. Some show has Bruce Wayne on as a guest and guess what they decide to play just for fun? You guessed it.

Host of show: "Now Mister Wayne we are going to play a game that's popularity has skyrocketed in Gotham recently, Fuck, Marry, Kill! Are you ready to play?"

Bruce wanting to die inside: "Of course! I've heard about the game from my kids but I haven't played it personally so this should be fun."

Host: "Hahaha got to love your kids am I right? Anyways! On to the names! We decided to pull names out of a bowl. We've mixed both hero and rogue names from Gotham in here so let's see who we get!....Joker!...Batman!....Oh and Riddler!"

Bruce who wants the ground to swallow him whole: "Ahahaha...what a mix!"

Host: "Indeed! Now what's your choices Mr. Wayne. I do have to say, one of those choices has said they would Marry you! Let's see if you pick them as well!"

Bruce, who is contemplating faking a heart attack or something: "Hahahaaaaa...Okay well I guess the first option is uh, Joker? I don't know why but yeah let's go with Fuck Joker. Marry Batman, he could protect me from all the kidnappers. And Kill Riddler. He's taken my kids captive multiple times.

Again this goes viral and Joker is more than a little hurt that Billionaire Bruce Wayne doesn't want to marry him and would want to marry the Bat instead. And maybe he takes this out on the Bat a little. Riddler is just hurt overall and is definitely not sulking. Bruce's kids are having the time of their life. Next time Bruce gets kidnapped by Joker, Joker legit asks him why he wouldn't want to marry him.

#dc comics #dc joker #batman #gotham tv show #gotham #jerome valeska #i do imagine this to be jerome as the joker yes #bruce wayne #gotham shenanigans #dc Scarecrow #jonathan crane #dc riddler #edward nygma #batgirl stephanie brown #stephanie brown #jim gordan

[your-nanas-house]

Cute little thing

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: funny, fluff

Words: 787

Summary: Jerome is interrogated at the GCPD

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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The interrogation room was silent, Jerome was sitting all by himself in handcuffs, waiting for Commissioner Gordon who had left a few minutes earlier for a problem that had arisen.

The ginger had been there for a few hours still not opening his mouth and revealing the things Jim wanted to know, he was starting to get bored in there or so he thought before he heard a loud bang coming from outside and a uniformed policewoman entered the interrogation cell.

She was definitely a sight for sore eyes even though the uniform looked big on her, she had y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes.

The girl sat down in front of Jerome with a serious look on her face as she adjusted the hat that had fallen in front of her eyes, it was quite an adorable view and the ginger couldn't help but smile even more and lean forward purring "Hello doll, what are you doing here" she continued to look at him in silence, slamming a hand down on the table when she wasn't expecting it "I ask the questions here, sir! " she picked up the papers that were on the table adjusting her hat again as she read the papers or so it seemed "What were they questioning you about sir?" Jerome raised an eyebrow in amusement as he continued to look at her tilting his head "aren't you supposed to know that, you're from the GCPD aren't you, you cute little thing" she looked at him throwing the papers over her shoulder indifferently "first of all, sir, do you want to go to jail for insulting a public official? YOU are adorable with your puppy dog eyes and your freckles, but that's not relevant, secondly, sir, as I told you before I'm asking the questions here" the man nodded and continued to look at her amused as he sat better in his chair "yes, ma'am" the girl paused for a moment looking at him "do you want to go to jail again?! for attempting to seduce a public official?!" Jerome opened his mouth to add something raising his eyebrows when he saw her almost lie down on the table to put her index finger to his lips to silence him giving him a view of her neckline, he met her eyes making a smirk and purr.

The girl sat back in her chair adjusting her police officer hat again which was falling over her eyes again wrinkling her nose in a cute way before meeting his gaze "you have nice eyes, sir....but this is getting boring" she stood up abruptly slamming her hands against the table "CONFESS! " she squinted her eyes interrupting him sitting down again "you don't want to confess! fine" she quickly leaned forward "you're a difficult person, huh....if I give you a candy will you listen to me?" the ginger raised an eyebrow "alright, alright, if I give you two candies will you answer me without lying? "the man moved his face closer to her playing along "are you trying to corrupt me?" she moved closer making their foreheads touch "I am, sir" they looked into each other's eyes for a few moments before she burst into a fit of laughter leaning back in her chair "I was just kidding" the ginger started giggling with her not understanding exactly why but still laughed stopping to look at the girl's cute face which became completely serious "I don't share my candy".

The door opened making them both turn their heads, Jim walked in looking first at Jerome and then at the girl quickly grabbing the handcuffs as she stood up giggling "Nooo! Jimmy!!! You ruined our game! " the commissioner grabbed her managing to hold her against the table as he put the handcuffs on her rolling his eyes at her comment "kinky, I don't think I'm into that sort of thing but there's a first time for everything, isn't it" she giggled "shut up, Y/n" he looked at his colleagues handing her over to them "be careful she doesn't get away again this time, you only have to take her in the van to Arkham" Y/n snorted slightly "Mr Gordon, can you fix my hat please, I can't see anymore" Jim looked at her taking it off and placing it on the table "take her away please" she smiled waving enthusiastically at Jerome as they took her away returning his smile as he didn't stop staring at her murmuring "I'll see you again very soon, you cute little thing, don't worry and we can continue the game, you'll have your hat and maybe you'll share your candy with me" he smiled evilly chuckling.

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[sirenfromthelostcity]

Teeny tiny sneaky peak

Hello all! I seem to be only posting once a month but believe me this is unintentional. My job has me super busy and depressed but hopefully I’ll be able to pull up some more Damian Wayne content and I’m actually thinking about writing for Jason Todd too! Frankly a little piece of me is in love with all the Bat Boys but Dami rn is my main. Anywho, I’ve been working on this lil blurb thing that’s still part the Movie Night series, it’s like a prologue to part 4 bc apparently I can write anything but that part lmao. Honestly I just saw the new Dr. Strange MoM movie so I’m getting new ideas for that part but I’m also tryna not make it so dark considering how cute and light the series started out 😂 but you are the scarlet witch and you are super powerful so it’s kinda hard to not wanna write about that lol. Anywho here is a super tiny lil sneak peek of the blurb I’ve been working on and hopefully it’ll be out by this weekend. Also send me an ask or smth if y’all are enjoying these things, feedback really helps keep me going plus it’s fun! As per usual this stuff is subject to change. Alright, now enjoy!!!

Thankfully Dick and Damian intervened before more damage could be inflicted upon their father but Killer Croc still managed to retreat. It’s been two days since these events and although there’s been no news on Killer Croc Bruce was feeling confident that the effects of the drug have worn off by now. However, they’ve all recently been informed by Jim Gordon that there was a second variation of the drug and it was stolen last night.

Damian rubbed at his temples in exhaustion and frustration as he failed to find any clues within the files. To add to his annoyance his one year anniversary with (Y/N) was approaching by the end of the week and considering how the case was progressing, or not progressing, he doubted he’d be back home in time. 

He could hear Dick and Bruce talk about potential leads behind him as Dick cleaned a wound on Bruce’s back that he couldn’t reach. It was then Damian volunteered to do more recon at the lab where The Scientist was apprehended. He felt like he had exhausted all the information the files had to offer and frankly just wanted to stretch his legs and clear his mind. It was as he was closing up all the files he had opened that he saw it.  

There was a hidden section within the files that he’d never seen before. Had he not accidentally scrolled further down he doubted he would’ve found it either. 

Why would his father try to hide this? His curiosity was piqued. In the hidden section there was only one file.

The Scarlet Witch

Upon clicking it a picture of (Y/N) when she first arrived on earth appeared next to various notes, voice memos, records, plans and he was getting angrier as he read them… 

“What… the hell…is this?” 

It came out as a whisper but his anger was loud and clear in the Batcave.

Update: I posted it, here is the finished blurb

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Blood Games {John Blake x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2484 Summary: Yours and John’s children never come off the school bus.

Deep in your heart, you were always afraid. Afraid of what would happen to John on the job, afraid of some sort of retaliation against your family because he really was such a good cop, afraid of the corruption inside of the department making it’s way into your husband’s heart. John was one of the good ones. That’s why you married him. But there was just so much of it, shown by the way that the villains had been taking over Gotham. It seemed like it was only one thing after another. If you didn’t have so much love for the potential that this city really could be, you would have packed your family up years ago and tried to hit the road, go somewhere safer. But Gotham was home. It was where John’s heart was. It was where your kids seemed happy. 

Any minute now, they would be getting off of the bus, and running into your arms. You were waiting at the stop, looking down the street with a couple of the other mothers, listening to the latest gossip. Something about a stepmother over-stepping their bounds. You were lucky you never had to deal with that. You were one of the few undivorced mothers on the block. You had no complaints about the father of your children. Your marriage was still a happy one.

Five minutes went by. Still no bus. You were starting to feel anxious. Started to pace back and forth. “It’s okay, you know how traffic is,” One of the other mothers said to you, putting their hand on your arm. You weren’t the fondest of being touched but you knew she meant no harm so you put a smile on your face.

“I’m sure that’s the case,” You said, trying to convince yourself. You kept on checking your phone. There was nothing from John. Surely he would tell you if there was some sort of case by the school. It wasn’t so far away that you wouldn’t  have been able to hear if there was some sort of bombing, like there had been at the hospital not too long ago. You texted John, not being able to help it. He texted you back right away.

‘Nothing called to us at the station. Call the school?’

You’d wait another minute. And then you would. The secretary picked up, though she sounded out of breath, like she was on her way out. “Hi, this is Mrs. Blake,” You introduced, though they knew you well. You were very involved in their school life, taking part in all of the fundraisers and the field trip. Your family really was your life.

“Hi y/n, how can I help you?” She asked.

“Sorry to bother you, but has there been any sort of delay with the buses? I’ve been waiting at the usual stop for about ten minutes now and it hasn’t shown up yet. Or is there some construction near the school that I’ve managed to miss?”

“Oh, that’s odd. Let me just see if I can track it down for you. You know what Gotham is like, there’s construction everywhere. I’m sure that there’s a reason for it...”

You heard some tapping of a keyboard on the other line. Some clicking of the mouse. And then a hmmm sound. “No, I can’t see any reason why there would be any delays. Are you sure that it wasn’t early?”

“I’m positive,” You said. You looked around at the other mothers who were turning to you, the policeman’s wife, for information. You were the only one who was thorough enough to make the call. “If they circle back for any reason, would you give me a call please?”

“Of course,” The secretary assured. You hung up and felt all of the eyes upon you. You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant but your heart was beating a thousand times a minute. Sweat was beginning to come down on your palms. You didn’t like this. You did not like not knowing where your children were. You moved a couple of steps away, and you called John. He picked up at the second ring.

“Where are you?” You asked immediately, hoping that he was near the school. But your heart sunk when he told you that he was on patrol in the downtown area. “Nobody knows where the school bus is. John - John, I feel like I’m going to be sick. I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“I’ll be there soon,” John said, and ended the call. You stayed. You weren’t going anywhere, just in case there was a chance that the bus would be coming. That’s what you were hoping for. What you were praying for. Any glimpse of yellow and you were standing on your tiptoes, looking down the street. But nothing. The bus didn’t come. The other mothers called their husbands. Called the school. Called the police. And were looking to you as the policeman’s wife on what they should be doing.

You tried to hold strong. You kept your back straight, kept looking down the road. Any second now, any second your babies were going to be back in your arms where they belonged.

John pulled up in the cruiser, the lights flashing but the siren wasn’t on. “No sign of them?” He asked. You shook your head. Oh my god, how you just hoped that he would hop out of that thing and would hold you. Would tell you that everything was going to be alright. You always believed it coming from him. He was the most honest person that you knew. And the fact that he wasn’t saying that, wasn’t doing that, told you that maybe everything wouldn’t be alright.

“Look!” One of the other mothers said, pointing down the street. You turned and to your great relief, you saw a yellow school bus making it’s way down the street. You’ve never felt so happy to see the color yellow in all of your life. Your hand went over your heart, but you still felt that sick feeling. What on Earth had happened? You had some words for the bus driver. And by the looks of things so did John. And the other mothers. John finally got out of the car. But he kept the lights on.

The school bus pulled to the side. The door opened. The driver looked pale. The kids coming off looked sick. Three kids - four - five - sometimes yours liked to come off of the bus last because they were saying a long goodbye to their friends but-

But they weren’t coming off of the bus.

John marched on up those stairs, going straight to the driver. Stared at them, and asked his questions. The other mothers were looking at you, holding their own kids tight. Nobody seemed to move. Two of the younger kids were starting to cry. Your hands were shaking. The mothers were asking their kids what happened but they were too upset to say. They kept on looking at you, bottom lips trembling. You crossed your arms in front of you, waiting for John to come out, waiting to find out what happened to your babies. Was there a medical emergency? No, they would have reached out. You had your cellphone with you. There was no excuse.

John eventually came down the stairs. The door closed behind him. The bus continued on. “We need to go down to the station, now.” He told you, taking hold of your hand. He didn’t look so good himself. He was about the same shade of pale as the bus driver. He then seemed to take notice of, for the first time, the group of women who were looking to you, to him. “It’s okay guys, you can head on home. We have your numbers if there’s anything we need.”

“Okay,” The one closest to you said. They put their hand on your shoulder for a moment, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and then they all went to take their children back home. You knew that they were good people, but you also knew that they were glad they were not in your position right now. You gave them a little wave, and that was the end of you holding yourself together. As soon as you were in the front of the police cruiser, your first time in one of these actually, you let loose, tears flooding your eyes, your body turned entirely to your husband.

“Where are they, John? Where are our babies? What the hell happened?” The questions were coming out before you could stop them. And John, although he was nervous to say anything - he told you what the driver had told him.

Agents of Bane. Coming onto the bus. Calling for your kids by their names. Bane knew their NAMES. And the reason for the hold up was because your children were smart and they didn’t give themselves up. And none of the other children on the bus gave them up either. Nor the bus driver. It took them rustling through the bags to find something with their names on them to find your children. And then they were taken. The bus driver was so shaken, not knowing what to do, that their body went into autopilot, taking the rest of the kids home.

“He’ll be coming by the station after to get a statement,” John said, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. Normally that would be pretty sexy, you loved when he touched you, but nothing in this moment felt good. Nothing felt like it would be good again.

-

The Batman was dead. But with him went the bomb that would have destroyed Gotham as you knew it. And those that had brought the bomb into the city. Bane. Talia Al-Ghul. The same people who had taken your children. The same people who had trapped most of the city’s police underground - but thankfully, not your husband. You didn’t know what you would have done if he had been missing too. You would have lost everything.

You and John were rushing to one of the precincts in the city. Your children. They had found your children. You were a nervous wreck, biting on your nails until they bled. John was driving a little more recklessly than usual. Swerving around traffic. Sirens blaring on the top of the car despite this not being a city emergency. But it was a family emergency. You couldn’t wait much longer.

John, with his longer legs, went in ahead of you, but you were close by on his heels. Your eyes scanning every face inside of the precinct. The weary and tired and underfed cops were milling around, trying to catch up on their work. Trying to deal with all that had happened inside of the city during the last couple of days. But then you saw him - Jim Gordon, out of the hospital, looking older than you had ever seen him, sitting on a bench with your daughter and your son, their little legs to small to even reach the ground from where they were sitting.

You heard their names being called out. It took you a moment to realize that it had been you, without realizing it. Their heads turned toward you and it was like the world was going in slow motion. Your daughter’s braids were frazzled, but still somehow being held together. You had done them for her days prior, when she wanted to look pretty for school. Two falling down around her shoulders. And your son with those eyes that he had inherited from his father - those dark brown eyes that one could just fall into endlessly. The wide smile. Two missing front teeth. That was a new development. They stood up, crying out, ‘Mom! Dad!’

Tears welled up in your eyes making everything blurry. You fell onto your knees and felt your daughter wrap her arms around your shoulders. You took in the smell of her hair, that natural sweetness that little girls seem to have. The smell that you had inhaled through her pillow each night because you needed something of her close to help you drift off. Your son, too. He was beside you, and then you were enveloped in an even bigger hug by your husband.

“They’re unharmed, we had a doctor check them over,” Gordon was saying, but it was in one ear and out the other. “A bit malnourished and in need of a bath but they’ll be fine.”

“Thank you,” You said into the fabric of your daughter’s jacket, your voice coming out muffled. But Gordon seemed to have heard you either way. You felt a pat on your back and then the old Commissioner limped away, given you and your family some somewhat private time. There were plenty of looks from other officers, but most of them were friendly. They were smiling. This is why they had gotten onto the police force. For moments like this when everything turned out okay.

John’s lips brushed past your forehead, and then on that of your daughter, and then your son. “Thank God. Thank God,” He muttered over and over again. Looking at you. Looking at your kids. Checking them over despite Gordon’s words. He had to  be certain that they were okay. “I’m never letting you go again. Any of you.”

“How am I going to take a bath then, daddy?” Your son asked, looking up at him with a scrunched expression. “I’m not taking one with you or her-” He pointed at his older sister. You almost rolled your eyes. Leave it to them to start bickering after being rescued. Siblings. They never change.

“Your daddy will give you a bath when we get home, and I’ll give your sister one,” You said, rubbing his back up and down. “And then we’ll have a big dinner. Whatever you want baby.”

“McDonalds?” Your daughter ventured hopefully.

“Pizza?” Your son asked.

You and John looked at each other and for the first time in days, started to laugh. “McDonalds and pizza,” He confirmed with a nod, getting back onto his feet, lifting your daughter up  in his arms the way that he used to when she had just been a little girl.

True to his word, John didn’t let any of you go for a couple of days, until it was time for school. This time, he took them each morning. He picked them up each afternoon. No more school buses. No more fear of where they could be. No more waiting by the street for the yellow bus to come. It was rough going forward, trying not to helicopter parent but when your father is a cop, you get sort of used to that thing. Your kids were strong. Resilient. They bounced back despite their fear.

Just like their father.

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[gifted-burnout-archive]

It’s Just a Costume

Requested?: Yes! I got two requests I merged into one, where Y/N is dressed really nice and all the guys in the office are ogling her, and Jim gets un poco jealous, and another request around the Halloween episode where Dwight turns up as the Joker and when Y/N comes in as Harley he thinks it’s a sign they are meant to be together.

Word Count: 4.2K+

Author’s Note: I have been given a burst of energy recently and want to make sure all the requests I have gotten are written (even if these ones are from a month ago (I’m so sorry)). I like the idea of jealous Jim, not gonna lie, because it seems like this would be his only actual flaw. I hope you enjoy; this is my second thing with smut so bear with me.

Warning: SMUT. oral (female receiving), intercourse, sex while on the phone. I went a bit off the rails, this is new territory for me.

--

No-one in the office knew you were a cosplayer.

They did not need to know what you did in your spare time, or that you had a whole room in your apartment dedicated to rolls of fabric and your beloved sewing machine. You were actual quite well known within the community, had your own blog about the behind the scenes of costume making and tips for convention goers.  But it was your little secret, and most certainly not something you wanted broadcast at your day job.

Not even Jim knew.

The pair of you had been dating on the down low for a good few months now, actually coming on a year, and while he knew all about your love of comic books and your going to conventions, he wasn’t yet aware of the whole ‘dress up like comic book villains and paint your body completely green that one time’ sort of commitment. It’s not that you thought he would mind, if anything he might find it quite cool, but you weren’t ready to share your guilty pleasure with him just yet, and that was ok. Jim got it.

You had joined Dunder Mifflin about three years ago now and were currently filling in the receptionist role while Pam was off in New York at corporate. However, due to doctor’s appointments and compulsory trips to HQ, you had never had the chance to dress up for Halloween at the office. The whole team joined in to some degree, and with the new Batman movie having just been released, you had the perfect costume idea for the occasion.

You had cosplayed as Harley Quinn a fair number of times in your life, and for this year’s Comic Con you had actually made a Dr Harleen Quinzel costume to match the grunge, dark, jaded Joker Heath Ledger had played in the summer blockbuster. It was all handmade, simply because nowhere in Scranton sold the lab coat or dress you had envisioned in your early sketches, and you even took the time to make up a fake nametag, print out a Joker casefile, doodle love hearts with the letters ‘J+H’ in the margins.

You were a woman of detail, you liked to make sure everything was up to your standard, and even got yourself some black ankle boot high heels that match the aesthetic perfectly. The costume as a whole looked great, you wouldn’t even lie, so when you realised your were finally going to be in Scranton to participate in Halloween, you woke up early that morning to sort your makeup and slip into the red and black dress you had designed yourself. You grabbed the lab coat and props, including a pair of glasses you didn’t need to reflect the comic books, and headed out the door to your car.

Whatever forces held reign over your life must have bee reluctant for you to show up at work. Not only did you have to stop for gas when you were sure you had a full tank a few days ago, but a breakdown on your usual route to work had made you thirty minutes late, and the last person to entire the office.

“Morning Hank!” You greeted the security man with a wave, and he replied with a grunt, invested in his newspaper. You called the lift, your phone pinging as you stepped in the lift.

Jim: Not like you to be so late, Y/N. Tut tut. Xx

You rolled your eyes at the message despite the smile on your face, pressing the button for Dunder Mifflin’s floor before texting back.

You: Just heading up now, traffic was insane this morning. Can’t wait to see your costume Xx

You caught your reflection in the steel doors and quickly tidied your hair, which had been blown around a little by the wind. A part of you was nervous, was the outfit too obscure for the office to get? You banished the thoughts: you looked great and that’s what counted.

The elevator doors slid open, the entrance to the office decorated with spider webs and plastic pumpkins. You had made sure to stock up your desk with plenty of candy the night before, and with a smile on your face, you entered the office and sat yourself at the reception desk.

“Sorry I’m late guys…” You apologised offhandedly, pushing the glasses up your nose and logging into your computer, humming along to ‘Thriller’ that was playing in the background on low volume. You had made sure there was a Halloween CD in the player last night too.

It took you a moment, after you had logged on to the computer, to look up at Jim to wave hello, when you realised the whole office seemed to be looking at you. You made sure you weren’t imagining things, blinking a few times to focus your vision, but it was definitely the case.

Everyone was staring.

“Do… Do I have something in my hair?” You asked, oblivious to what everyone else was seeing.

What Jim was seeing.

Your costume for the occasion wasn’t just nice or pretty, it was stunning. The fabric hugged your curves just right, it showed a little more than a fair amount of cleavage, and your heels just emphasised the lace stockings you had decided. Jim was never a man to objectify, but even he couldn’t help but gawk at how sexy you looked that morning.

Thankfully, Phyllis decided to break the silence, walking over to your desk and pretending to pull a piece of fluff from your hair. The rest of the room, the males especially, hurried themselves back to work at that.

“Oh, thank you Phyllis. My morning was chaotic, I knew something would go wrong.” You laughed sweetly, still completely clueless as to what everyone was looking at. “I love your Raggedy Ann look!” You complimented, offering her a candy. She took it with a sweet smile.

“Thank you Y/N… You really went all out this year, you look great.” She offered back, and you felt a blush of pride coming to your cheeks.

“It’s my first time getting to participate in costumes at the office, I thought I’d give it my best shot.” You explained, and with a kind nod, Phyllis headed back to her desk, leaving you to start responding to phone calls.

--

The day continued in an… Odd fashion. Every twenty minutes or so, one of the guys was up at your desk, asking for something. First it was Ryan dressed up as Gordon Gecko, who you complimented on the suspenders, then Creed, the first Joker impersonator, then Toby, who had gone for the classic skeleton, and Kevin, the second Joker, then Andy, who guffawed when you guessed Mister Mistoffelees, and finally Dwight, Joker number three. Dwight seemed to be visiting the most, whether it was to fax something or ask for a call to be forwarded, he was suddenly a whole bunch nicer to you today. It was around lunchtime, when Dwight made his way up to the desk for the sixth time, that you finally asked for an explanation.

“Hey Dwight? Is everything alright today?” You asked, leaning forward in your chair to smile at him, not noticing your co-worker’s eyes flick down to your chest.

“Uh…” He seemed to stutter on the thought, before straightening himself up. “I just didn’t think a girl like you would be interested in comic books, that’s all. Your outfit just caught me off guard, I wanted to check you were really dressed up as Harleen.” You nodded and smiled.

“You know, you’re the first person to guess my character right all day! I started to wonder if it was too out of the box, if I looked like I came in dressed as a pharmacist or something.” You giggled, and Dwight let out a nervous laugh along with you.

“You have done the character justice… You look good.” He stated with a firm nod, and you handed him a candy in thanks.

“So do you, Dwight.” You complimented back, glancing up at the clock. “I’m going to sort out my lunch.” You excused yourself, standing up and heading over to the kitchen with your coffee mug, lab coat left behind, and glasses perched atop your head.

Your exiting the room allowed for multiple of the younger, testosterone-filled men of the office to get a good look at your ass in the red and black number you had created, and for Dwight to rush back to his desk and get Jim’s attention away from you, his girlfriend’s, ass.

“What, Dwight?” He snapped, not in a good mood at all. He had spent the entire morning watch his co-workers flirt with you, and he didn’t like it. He couldn’t even blame it on you, you seemed completely oblivious to what the outfit was doing to them, to him…

“I was right.” Dwight said with far too much excitement, looking back at the kitchen as you poured yourself some coffee.

“Right about what?” Jim entertained the creep he had worked beside for years, the given adjective not simply because of the Halloween look he had decided on. Jim had never found the fun in dressing up for Halloween, and today wore a nametag with ‘Dave’ written on it. He sipped on his coffee, watching Dwight build up the courage to speak with a raised brow.

“Y/N is in love with me.”

The statement had Jim spitting coffee back into his cup to avoid choking, but Dwight seemed unfazed by the reactionWhile you were unaware of any sort of connection, Dwight had been pining over you since the moment you landed in the office. And Jim had known, of course, thanks to a night at the bar that left Dwight calling out your name as he was piled into a taxi. But what had given him the impression you liked him?

“How are you so sure?” Jim asked, and Dwight scoffed, folding his arms in defence.

“Well, if you must know, I’ve been studying her body language towards the men in the office for quite some time.” Jim’s eyes widened, and Dwight looked him over. “She’s a young, fertile woman, and this is breeding grounds. Out of everyone in the office she could be attracted to, she distinctly shows affection to me. Today she has spoken to me five separate times of her own volition, she has given me two pieces of candy and she matched my costume. The signs are very clear, Jim.”

“She matched you?” Jim asked.

“Her outfit, Doctor Harleen Quinzel? She is dressed as the Joker’s romantic interest.” Dwight explained it to Jim like he was dumb, and quickly quietened down as you returned back into the room, walking past their desks. Jim smiled as you approached, causing you to blush a little.

“Hey Jim, I got you a fresh cup, you’ve been nursing that one for a while.” You passed over the coffee to your boyfriend with a bite of the lip as he took a sip of the fresh brew.

“It’s perfect Y/N. Thanks.” He gave it the nod of approval and you made your way back to your desk, waving at Dwight as you walked by.

“Hey costume partner.” You joked, and Jim raised an eyebrow at you. You mouthed a quick ‘what?’ at him before sitting back down and picking up the ringing phone.

“See?” Dwight whispered, dialling his next number with a manic grin on his face. “She clearly is trying to mate with me.”

--

By 3 o’clock, Jim couldn’t ignore his jealousy any longer. Ryan and Toby had asked if you were free later, but Dwight… Dwight was going above and beyond. He had spent the day slacking on his work and trying to entice you with cups of coffee, possible prank ideas and chain emails that got you to giggle twice. Frankly, Jim wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had been the one to suggest keeping your relationship quiet, more because he knew the badgering Pam and Roy had gotten when they dated and didn’t want that for you both, and because he didn’t want to come on too strong.

But now, almost a year on? He had just been working up the courage to say the big three words, and you come in dressed like that, then actively flirted with the guys at the office, with Dwight? He wasn’t angry at you, but he was angry at someone, or something.

As 4 pm rolled on, and with no sign of Michael returning from his move in trip with Holly any time soon, the office had begun to pack up for the afternoon, and Jim decided to make a move. He was, technically, in charge of the office for the day. So, as the troops started to file out, Jim held you back.

“Y/N, can I have a word please?” Jim’s face was neutral, his tone leaning to the scolding side more than anything, and you looked at him confused.

“What’s up Jim? The rest of the team are heading for the bar, you not coming?” You asked, waving to Phyllis and Oscar as they headed out.

“Michael’s office. Now.” Jim ordered, though his voice was soft. You nodded, stepping through into the office. Jim turned to see the last people packing up, Dwight seeming quite content on staying until you left. “Dwight, would you head out with everyone else? Y/N and I will catch up. We need to run over some files Michael messed up last week.” Jim was convincing in his act but didn’t very much care. With a sigh and a glare, Dwight headed out the door with Kelly on his heels, leaving you and Jim alone in the office. He locked Michael’s office door for a safety measure and pulled shut the blinds.

“That isn’t good…” You laughed from your seat on the desk, legs swinging as you watched Jim begin to pace. “Halpert? What’s wrong?” You had noticed he had been off balance today; you had assumed it was a few bad sales calls that caused it.

Jim wasn’t quite sure what to say now he had you alone, so instead he decided to act. In two steps, he crossed the room to Michael’s desk and pressed his lips to yours feverishly, his hands coming to your cheeks as he kissed you with raw passion you hadn’t ever seen in him before. You did nothing to stop him though, instead shrugging off the lab coat and letting it fall onto the oak you sat on, spreading your legs for Jim to move closer and tangling you fingers in his hair.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day…” Jim muttered, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath. His hands moved from your face to travel your body, landing on your ass and pulling you to the edge of the table. “Teasing me in that dress…”

“I have?” You moaned out, surprised by the admission from your boyfriend, and the PDA. You knew you looked nice today, but a tease?

“Why do you think all the guys in the office have been extra attentive today?” Jim chuckled, and it clicked in your head.

“Oh… Oh my god!” You gasped, followed by a giggle. “That makes a lot more sense…” you paused for a moment, pulling Jim close by his tie. You weren’t one for anything hardcore in the bedroom, but with Jim, you knew how to push his buttons. “Is that why you dragged me in here? You were jealous?” You asked with a smirk, loosening his tie until it was on the carpet, and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“So, what if it was?” Jim countered, his thumbs running along the hem of your skirt before pushing it up your thighs, revealing the lacy tops of your stockings and your match black underwear set. He audibly groaned at the sight, his trousers becoming increasingly tight. “The things you do to me Y/N I-” You cut him off by reconnecting your lips, finishing unbuttoning Jim’s shirt and moving on to his belt as he shrugged the fabric from his shoulders.

“You know, you have to remember that this… This is just a costume.” You whispered in Jim’s ear, moving his hand to your underwear, which he swiftly pulled off. “You get everything underneath…” the words dripped from your tongue, sultry and tempting and more than enough to convince Jim to press two fingers against your folds.

To say you were wet was an understatement, and the smirk on Jim’s face did nothing to aid the situation. You were wet for him, from the way he kissed you, the way he touched you, and no-one else. With a pull on the front of your dress, the elasticity of the fabric working in Jim’s favour to expose a lacy black bra, he simultaneously slipped two fingers inside you, earning a moan as your head dropped back.

Jim made sure to tease you first, his thumb flicking over your clit to provide jolts of pleasure but no real stimulation, the fingers pumping slowly inside you, getting you used to the intrusion, forcing you to relax a little.

“You know sweetheart…” Jim’s voice had dropped an octave into a growl that made you shiver. “You could always wear stuff like this more often…” The words caught you off guard, and Jim played to his advantage, speeding up the pace of his fingers and adding a third, earning a gasp from you, one of your hands flying up to cover your mouth as another moan rolled past your lips.

“Jim…” You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers curled, tension already building in your abdomen.

“Nobody’s around, move your hand away.” Jim ordered, and you did as instructed. He smirked in approval, picking up the pace with his fingers and dropping down to his knees, eye-level with your dripping cunt. “All this just for me?” He teased, and you whined as his tongue darted out to lick your bud.

“This isn’t fair!” You whimpered, legs trembling, but Jim just smiled.

“You teased me all day in that dress Y/N, I would say this? This is perfectly fair.” Jim finished his statement by switching his fingers inside you for his tongue, and you couldn’t help but thread a hand in his hair and pull him closer.

“Fuck… Jim I’m close.” You warned, Jim slowing down the pace for a just a moment to throw you off, to make you think he wouldn’t let you cum. Your stomach had begun knotting, your whole body tensing up as Jim’s tongue lapped your juices and his thumb pressed down on your clit. Jim moved his face away, planning to finish you off with his fingers again, when a sudden noise jolted you both from the sex-induced haze, and ruined whatever orgasm you had been building up to.

The phone was ringing, and Jim knew the number.

“Answer it.” Jim stood up as he spoke, pressing his lips to your neck. You moved back a little, and Jim looked up at you with a wicked glint in his eye, and you couldn’t lie, it excited you.

So, on the fourth ring, you picked up the phone.

“Hell-oh?” Your eyes widened, and Jim captured your lips in his as he pressed his cock against your heat, having undone his pants while you were preoccupied.

“Hello Y/N? This is Dwight. I was wondering what time you would be leaving the office.” Dwight’s voice on the other end was loud enough for you both to hear, and Jim rocked his hips forward as your lips parted, entering you. You did your best not to moan, Jim’s size was still something that shocked you a little despite almost a year of dating and sex.

“O-oh, hi Dwight.” You responded with shaky breath, biting down on your lip as Jim pulled out again. He was watching your with a playful grin on his face, daring you to moan down the phone, to reveal the compromising situation the pair of you were into his rival. To add insult to injury, he decided to bottom out in you as you began speaking again. “We-WE!” You gasped, slapping his arm with your free hand, only to receive his lips on your neck in return, this time intent on leaving a mark.

“So tight for me…” Jim growled in your ear, and you let out a whimpering, alarming Dwight on the other end.

“Are you alright?”

“Just fine, Dwight. G-got a p…papercut.” You had to stop and breathe, covering the speaker on the phone to let out a whimper, much to Jim’s amusement. “These files are worse than we thought. We might be here a while, head on without us.�� You said as quickly as you could, Jim beginning to pick up the pace of his thrusts, your walls clenching around him and earning a groan.

“Well, I could assist if you would like?”

“It’s alright, we’ve… We’ve got it handled. See you tomorrow, Dwight…” You held onto Jim, his movements bringing back round the release you had almost managed to get.

“Right, well, goodni-” You hung up the phone before Dwight had time to finish, letting out a pent up moan as you lay back on the desk, finally relaxing into the rhythm of Jim’s cock pounding into you.

“You asshole.” You hissed through the pleasure, fully giving in to the experience, while still noticing the proud look on Jim’s face.

He knew he had it good. Becaause he could say, without question, the girl everyone wanted was his. He could see it. As you, his Y/N lay on the desk beneath him, hair haloed around your head and breasts now inching free from your bra, dress ridden up to your abdomen and the straps halfway down your arms, moaning and begging for more, Jim knew he had officially won whatever game the world had been playing him in.

“Don’t lie, you love it.” Jim groaned as your walls spasmed around his girth again. His own release was fast approaching, and by the way your lips had parted in pleasure, the trembles that had once again started in your legs, he knew you were close too.

“Jim…” You moaned out, confirming it for him. You reached up, pulling him to lean over you by the neck, shifting his position inside you to press right against your sweet spot, his strokes becoming sloppy but more forceful.

“Fuck Y/N…” He muttered, the light from the window catching on the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Cum for me…” He moaned out, and with a final stroke you were pushed over the edge, the tension in your stomach finally releasing and sending moans and curses tumbling from your lips.

You were so gone in the moment that you didn’t notice Jim still, finishing himself, and only after a few moments, and a kiss from Jim on your forehead, did you return to reality.

“We… We really had sex in the office…” You laughed in disbelief, looking around the room. Your clothes were scattered, the desk a complete mess thanks to the hasty sex session. Jim was just watching you as you sat up, a smile on his face, and he pulled out, tucking himself back into his trousers.

“I’m going to get some wet paper towels from the bathroom.” He suggested, shrugging back on his shirt and starting on the buttons as he left you to catch your breath.

By the time you had both cleaned up and fixed your clothes back into something semi-presentable, it was dark outside. Neither of you cared much, walking out the office cuddled into one another, Jim’s arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist.

“You know, I think we should tell the office we’re dating.” Jim announced as he led you over to your cars, and you pulled out your own set of keys as he put his stuff in the trunk. It took you a second to process the proposal, but you looked up and grinned.

“Really?” You asked, and Jim couldn’t help but kiss you.

“Well, yeah, bit tired of not getting to show off the girl I love.” Jim said with a wink, and you kissed him again.

“I love you too.” You promised, the first time you had shared the words between you, but it was clear you both meant it.

“There was silence for a moment, you opening your own car and setting your work bag on the back seat, closing the door as you thought for a moment.

“You know… I cosplay…” You blurted out, and Jim turned to you in surprise. “You know, you mentioned this would happen more often if I wore more stuff like this… I can assure you there is plenty more.” You giggled as you said it, blushing red.

“That… That is very interesting information…” Jim looked like he was going to say something more but went red from ear to ear. Even after the encounter upstairs, Jim was still his goofy self.

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” You offered, to which Jim quickly nodded, leaving you both laughing as you got into your separate cars, only to meet twenty minutes later at your place, a step further in your relationship.

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert #smut #jim halpert smut #the office #request #queue

[analviel]

TIM DRAKE IS NOT ROBIN

It just so happens when Tim was planning to find Dick, his parents suddenly call him to tell him that there's a party or an event or just something on the other side of the world he can attend with them.

Sometimes they do this and Tim always says yes. It's as rare as leap years. Meaning it has happened only three times in his life before. He agonized over it. But you know, Tim's just a kid and there's no guarantee he can actually do something about Batman and Nightwing. Besides, Batman's been managing -if you can call it that- this long, with Alfred by his side, who's words certainly weights more heavily than the neighbours kid. He can afford a couple of weeks away from Gotham. By that time, Batman probably would've gotten his head straight. He's a hero, he's like, really strong, if anyone can get through this... besides, Tim figures Superman or Wonder Woman will do something before he truly crosses the line, right? Why would a kid know better than real superheroes, right? They must just be waiting until they're really needed. Right? Even though Tim personally thinks they should've at the very least locked Batman up somewhere he can't harm anyone or himself if they can't convince Dick to go back to being Robin. They're heroes.

Tim really wants to spend time with his parents. But before he leaves, he sends letters to every place he thinks Dick may be. The Titans Towers, his apartment in Bludhaven, where he lives with Starfire, Haly's circus, even to houses of his friends heroes. (Tim is twelve/thirteen alright. And one that has maybe below average self-awareness and his letters were very polite even if the act itself might've been vaguely sort of threatening).

So Tim leaves Gotham to spend time with his parents. It's busy, his parents keep him busy, and he doesn't have much time to dedicate to the news from Gotham. And really, if this is how it always is, no wonder his parents don't always have attention to spare on their kid in Gotham. So many things to do, so many things to attend, so many people to meet, and even more sites to visit. And the fighting. Tim hadn't realize it was this bad and suddenly thinks that, you know, it might've been better if he did stay back home. He realizes his parents actually brought him with them because they think a kid will somehow... magically fix them...??? Tim doesn't know, adults can be stupid.

Eventually, they realize the wrong in their ways and sends Tim back when his presence proves ineffective. Tim comes back to the city burning.

Well, not literally, but sort of.

Parts of it are burning. But not the whole thing. That's something.

Batman has been missing. And looking into it, at his last appearance, Tim surmise he retained a heavy wound.

(Or he's dead, not like they'll reveal it to the city just to cause more chaos and panic.) Batman seems to be out of the field and that was what Tim wanted, before he would've crossed the line.

Only, thing is, he'd already revealed too much weakness. The Batsignal had been taken down after one too many close calls on the perps they pick up. And the violence only raised from there.

(The first month when Batman and Robin and Batgirl's absence started to become suspicious. The second month Batman is deep in his spiral of violence. The third month Tim follows him around and then makes plants to pick up Dick that doesn't come to fruition and then sends his letters and then leaves. Six weeks with his parents, a few days from and to Gotham, two weeks to get caught up with what happened in Gotham. Batman is out, recovering, resting, dying, who knows.

Five months was all it took for Gotham to go to hell. And all it took was one dead son.)

Spoiler rises.

Gotham has a new champion.

Tim regrets that he hadn't been able to help. Tim will help.

Tim has a new champion.

Spoiler has a fixation on Cluemaster. It's not that difficult to go from there.

As long as, one, you know who was giving the police the answers to Cluemaster's gimmick. And two, that you know there even is a new vigilante because Spoiler is not like Batman who beats perps and leave them on the sidewalk for the police to pick up.

For wearing an almost eyesearing purple costume, Spoiler prefers to keep in the shadows and if not for the time Tim had trailed after Batman's madness, he wouldn't have learned the streets enough to notice the hints.

Tim purchase a laptop, watch tutorials day in and day out, buys pieces from junkyards to fiddle with wires and boards, and leaves Stephanie Brown a gift on her windowsill with a purple ribbon. Tim greets Spoiler over the comms. He calls himself Asset.

(It is not well-thought out because Stephanie takes to calling the mystery person who snuck into her room and refuses to give anything about themselves out 'Ass'. Tim did not actually sneak into her room but sent a drone to drop off his gift. Steph doesn't budge.)

Tim is not yet good enough to hack into cameras around Gotham. He finds he's good with a computer but not that good, his real talent lies not in the software but in the wires and soldering iron and the tiny bug camera/audio he has Spoiler plant around Gotham. If he can't take other cameras, he'll make them. (Also in case someone more experienced at hacking than he is manages to get in the system, Tim has a self-destruct button just for that. Yes, Dr. Doofenshmirtz is a good role models for mad scientist wannabes.)

A week is all it takes for Spoiler and Asset to get all the necessary evidence against Cluemaster. They celebrate. They are thirteen year olds and they just prevented a bomb from going off and put a bad man behind bars. They are high. They find more cases, for the most part C-rank villains and bellow but they also help with the big names by Spoiler planting more cameras and Tim sending the data and feeds for her to drop off to Jim Gordon. He is the only one who knows of the characters that have risen after Batman's sleep and can guess enough from Spoiler's stiff shoulders to keep that to himself.

Then...

Then it is six months and two weeks.

Tim watch from his now multiple screen behind his walk-in closet as a grave is dug out from the inside. Because S&A have put cameras everywhere just in case. After all, it's places you think are of no interest that criminals will sought to make deals in.

Tim does not send his partner to what may be a zombie but instead tells her to clear the direction Jason is stumbling towards. It takes him minutes to realize that Jason is patrolling his Robin patrol. Jason is sent to the hospital and Tim contacts them to list him under the Drakes, paying for his room and every other necessities. Has him transferred to the hospital that Drake medical industries is personally funding. When asked the name, Tim says Alvin Draper. He gets a cab to the hospital, finds Jason knocked out, peers at Robin's face. It's when they're alone, the previously dead boy's hands wrapped in bandages that Tim confirms in disbelief that as far as he knows, the boy matches Jason Todd. As if him digging his way out of Jason Todd's grave wasn't enough. Granted, Tim doesn't even know the shade of his eyes, so he's not the best judge.... Tim snaps a picture from different angles of the room and takes another cab back to Bristol while thinking up a story.

Tim knocks on the neighbour, tells them he's got something of Jason and if he can see Mr. Wayne. Tim is surprised himself by how relieved he is to see Bruce standing alive and well. Or not standing, leg and arm in a cast, an IV beside him on the couch in the drawing room. Tim weaves his story. Little Tim Drake wandering around Gotham, stumbles on a bunch of medic picking up a boy that Tim recognises as the neighbour's dead kid, pays for his hospital bills, takes a couple of pictures after the first aid or whatever and gives Bruce the pictures. Bruce makes his way to the hospital.....

I've lost steam at this point.

You decide if they arrive to see Jason and Bruce and Alfred is all tearful while Tim awkwardly leaves the room to resume his brainstorming on the S&A latest case, or they find an empty bed and Bruce goes on a frenzy tracking his undead lost son.

Additional idea: So Tim not being there didn't kill Bruce, but Bruce has been crippled and Batman is dead now. So without Robin, Batman did die.

Maybe Dick comes back to become Batman with Jason as his Robin, since that's not a combination often seen (Or the Batman Jason and Robin Tim, that's more common, though I'm loath to give up Spoiler and Asset). Around this time Babs comes back to the scene as Oracle with the birds of prey.

Additional additional idea to how they'll work with everyone back on the scene: since the Bats have the fighters and more equipped to report to time sensitive stuff, maybe S&A focus more on cold cases. Where Spoiler goes sneaking around, poking at old cases with Asset in her ears, figuring out puzzles and old clues, making breakthrough after breakthrough and bringing long overdue justice together.

Either the Drakes dies without Batman there to slap the poison out of Jack's hands because he's too busy searching for his son, or maybe they live with Tim able to direct Batman there immediately. Either way, Drake industry sponsors S&A, so now Spoiler also has toys like the Spoil... er plane??? Spoiler bike??? Eh, the name's work in progress.

#tim drake #dc #robin #batfam #dc comics #red robin #batman #Stephanie brown #spoiler #batgirl #and i write #jason todd #fic idea #red hood #bruce wayne #tim is not robin #asset tim drake

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 16/?

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name

I put two days into this chapter<3  I guess the timeline may speedup a bit<3

Warnings: Jail discussion, Victim Shaming, Fighting, Mentions of Injury, Disassociation, Disconnect, Trauma, Swearing, Mentions of alcoholism and drug use, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Family game night was well underway in the Wayne Manor when Y/N got a phone call from the prison that Justine Wong, her high school friend who went to jail protecting her, was incarcerated in until her trial or the man who attempted to assault Y/N dropped the charges. 

She excused herself and went outside in the Autumn weather to take the call.

“Hello.”

“This is an automated call from Gotham County Prison from Inmate ‘Justine Wong’, to accept this call please press 1.”

She did as such.

“Thank you for your cooperation. All inmate calls are recorded. Your account balance is $50.69.”

“Hello?” Justine asked into the phone.

“Hey, it’s me. Why are you calling? Are you alright?” Y/N asked.

“I need you to come here and get me a lawyer.”

“You’re up my ass right now, aren’t you? I thought he was dropping the charges?”

“He isn’t. Christopher, Thomas, Kaitlin and I seriously need your help now.”

“Are you all in the same prison?”

“Yes, they transferred over the boys yesterday because of this. We can all meet in a recorded room while you get us a lawyer.”

“Fuck, dude. Uh,” she thought about game night, but decided this was more important, “Do you need me now?”

“Yes, we can all get into the room and then you can meet us, I think the jail is 10-20 minutes of a walk away from the Manor?”

“Fuck. Okay. I’ll be there.”

Click. She thought about going back inside and asking someone to drive her to the jail, but she was also just not prepared to answer anyone’s questions about it. It was cold outside, but if she ran she could get there in 10 minutes. But that’s when Bruce joined her outside, she assumed Jason sent him because he was crushing his siblings in Monopoly at the moment.

“So, I’m friends with the commissioner of the county, Jim Gordon,” Bruce said, “And I know what your friends are dealing with.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s plastered all over the news or anything,” she said to Bruce, with a slight [massive] amount of sarcasm tinged in her voice.

“Do your parents know?”

“If they did I wouldn’t be in Gotham anymore.”

“Do you need a ride to the jail?”

“Yes.”

“I can do that, no issue.”

“Thank you, Bruce.”

“Anytime,” he said before leading her to one of his cars.

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In the car, Y/N tried to keep up conversation with Bruce, it was a short drive but the time seemed to slow and he could tell she wasn’t talkative. This was, what he thought was likely, very, very stressful for her. He was used to this, the court dates, the police station, but he knew that her attackers’ court dates were coming up and she was going to need emotional support, since her parents weren’t in the city.

He didn’t know how to support her as the dad of her boyfriend, he’d probably just mention it in passing to Jason and Jason would deal with her. ‘Deal with’ probably was not the way to describe the girl that his son was dating, especially when she’s in as much emotional distress as Y/N clearly was in that moment, but Bruce was terrible with wording. 

She didn’t even want him to bother with her emotions about it all, because she didn't know how she felt. She didn’t know anything about the situation and how it made her feel, she just froze in the sight of this confrontation and hid from it all behind a mask of seeming to know what she was doing.

They pulled up to the prison, and she got out of the car and waved off Bruce before walking to the front desk and saying who she was and why she was there, providing her ID if need be. They led her into the backrooms, and told her that the room was being recorded and that she couldn’t touch them before letting her in the room.

She looked at the 4 of her friends who were all being charged with assault and battery.

“Y/N?” Thomas asked.

“This... this is surreal. Didn’t think we’d ever end up like this,” she said, looking at the floor before crossing her arms.

“What do we do now?” Kaitlin asked.

“Do any of your parents have enough money to pay for a lawyer? I can call them for you,” Y/N said.

“You didn’t already call them?” Christopher asked.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve been pretending this entire thing doesn’t exist, I don’t want it to exist.”

“But we need a lawyer,” Justine snapped.

“No fucking shit, Sherlock Holmes.”

“Well you should have gotten us a lawyer!” Justine snapped again, raising her voice.

“Now is not the time to yell at her, Justine,” Thomas interrupted.

“Shut up, Thomas! You,” she turned to Y/N, “Look at me! Look what you made us do and you can’t even look us in the eyes!”

“I didn’t make you do anything, Justine.”

“You’re the one who’s a fucking alcoholic and can’t handle her drinks so she almost got raped! You’re pathetic.”

“Now is not the time to victim shame me, Justine” Y/N sighed, “What you’re saying is very hurtful and makes me not wish to help you anymore, understood? You can lash out at me to get the anger out, but this isn’t my fault and you know it,” she said, finally locking eyes with Justine.

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

They continued talking about what to do for hours, with Y/N ignoring most advances Justine made to prove the point that yes, she was pissed at Justine about what she had said to Y/N.

Y/N wasn’t taking anyone’s shit anymore. Ever since she met Jason, and pissed off the press, she stopped letting people get away with everyone, she stopped telling people what they wanted to hear.

And people were noticing, especially her 4 friends in that room. She was trying to get better, to recover so she wouldn't relapse, and it was obvious. 

“Y/N?” Justine said.

“Justine?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am aware. I’ll be calling your parents when we’re done here.”

“So do you forgive me?”

“I’ll consider forgiving you.”

“You’ve changed.”

“Good,” she turned to the other 3, “Anything you 3 want before I leave?”

“Nope, that’s it,” Thomas said, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“That’s everything yeah,” Kaitlin said, “Thanks, man.”

“What they said,” Christopher joked, “Thanks.”

“Alright, I love you 3, I’ll try to arrange phone calls with you 3,” she said putting emphasis on the word 3. Oh yeah, she was pissed.

She would leave the room without even saying ‘goodbye’ to Justine. She would tell the police she was done with the meeting. They asked who would be handling getting lawyers to the 4 kids, she said she would call their parents. Commissioner Gordon walked up to her and held out his hand, “You must be Jason’s girlfriend. I’ve know that kid all his life basically, I’m Commissioner Jim Gordon,” he said.

“Y/N,” she said, shaking his hand.

“I know these last 2 weeks have been extremely stressful for you, Y/N,” he said.

“I think everyone’s caught onto that.”

“I called Bruce to come get you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

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Meeting new people filled her with a lot of life after the hell she was pulled through. From stabbing, to head injuries, to friendships crumbling, to court, Y/N was being strewn through the wringer.

She knew it would calm down eventually, she was just being put through a few bad weeks for a lifetime of happiness, and she hoped that happiness was with Jason.

She couldn’t think much longer when Bruce pulled up and she got to the car.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Do you really want to know, Bruce?”

“I do. The justice system can be draining.”

“You could say that again,” she joked, “So, where do I start? Well, I get in there and tensions are high, obviously. I’m sure prison sucks when they shouldn’t really be there, they did the job the vigilantes here do, and we all let them do it. Anyway... my friend I guess, she comes at my throat about my attack,” she paused, trying to swallow her pain, “Starts blaming me for it, uses my alcoholic past against me, you know, the stuff you shouldn’t do. I don’t care if she’s right and I shouldn’t have drank, but she fucking led me to the bar.”

She fumbled with her hands a bit, still trying to not cry, “Anyway, I told her that she can’t talk to me like that, that I won’t let her talk to me like that and she apologized. Guess what? I said ‘You should be.’ and I know that might not mean much to you, Bruce, but I would have never stood up for myself like that had I not met your son, you did something right with that boy, Bruce, I swear,” she joked, “But that was about it, I have to call everyone’s parents to get them lawyers, but that’s it.”

“I figured you had a backbone from the start, kid,” Bruce said in response.

“You kidding? I had to ask Jason if you would hate me for flipping off the press? I’ve never, ever had a backbone.”

“Well maybe, besides the lack of protection,” he joked, “Maybe Jason and you are a good couple.”

“You think so?”

“I think so.”

“Thanks, Bruce. Really. Your kids are a hoot to hang out with and you’re not half-bad yourself, old man.”

“Are you going to start calling me that, too?”

“Maybe jokingly.”

“I’m not that old, kiddo.”

“You just called me kiddo and you think I don’t deserve to say you’re old? Really? Bruce, c’mon, you’re smarter than that.”

“You don’t deserve it. You’re just going to do it.”

She laughed, “About the protection lecture, I wouldn't have done it if I wasn’t on the pill, Bruce. I appreciate the concern, but you were so wrong about us ‘not being prepared’.”

He laughed, “Maybe you should have said something.”

“You never asked me, Bruce.”

“I wouldn't make a good detective, then.”

“That’s why Commissioner Gordon is on the cases I’m involved in, and not you.”

He paused, “Isn’t your head-butting buddy’s trial starting tomorrow?”

“It is.”

“Are you going to watch it?” he asked, off-handedly, “I think Dick might, just to see what the ‘sicko’ looks like.”

“I’m definitely going to watch it,” she laughed, “Might even make it an essay for school.”

“Well that’s one way to handle it.”

“Might as well turn the sick fuck who tried to turn me into a ransom note be turned into a 100% in my classes. Call it; Classy Revenge.”

They pulled into the driveway together, while Bruce was laughing at the comment Y/N made. She laughed, too. It helped heal some of the wounds she experienced over the 2 weeks of knowing Jason, even some of the prior wounds. Bruce told her that the kids were still playing Monopoly, none of them had apparently gone bankrupt yet, it was 12:00am.

To say she was impressed with Jason and his siblings would be an understatement, she remembered playing Monopoly with her family, and they’d all always declare bankruptcy within an hour or so, and thee was never a back-to-back winner when they all played.

Maybe they were bad at managing money, maybe thee Wanes just were too stubborn to declare bankruptcy and they bent the rules of Monopoly a little bit to suit their family, she didn’t know.

They walked into the house and sat back down, Y/N at Jason’s side where she had been the 4, or-so, hours before. Everyone seemed to acknowledge her presence and wished to ask her what happened, but no one knew how to bring it up to her. They knew she wasn’t used to the life of court and trials, the needing to talk to police, it was really one the Waynes and the kids of police officers that were used to tat stuff.

She pretended to not notice them wanting to ask her and opened her phone while Jason tried to negotiate for the 4th railroad from Tim, to see her mother texted her.

How are you, sweetheart? Her mum had asked.

I’m fine, mum. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?

I should, but I can’t sleep thinking about the trial of your attacker

Same. It’s such a stressful situation.

I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling through all of this.

She couldn’t put how she felt into words. How the way that the moments she was in the alleyway made her feel. the way that man’s face was burned into her memory to be a constant reminder tat she wasn’t safe wherever she went. It was something she had never experienced before.

Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was pain.

I don’t know how I’m feeling either, Mum.

How’s your nose?

It’s healed basically. No more nosebleeds at random intervals.

You didn’t tell me about the nosebleeds.

I didn’t tell anyone about the nosebleeds, Mum.

Why not?

I don’t need people to worry about me, to feel for me, to make their times and schedules molded to fit me. Good intentions or not, I don’t need charity hand outs.

Then do we stop paying your rent?

Well, I mean you could. I wouldn’t stop you from stopping paying my rent, but the difference is that you giving me money is to keep me at the top of the school, to make myself the best I can be.

How badly would your studies be impacted if we stopped paying your bills?

Probably massively. Don’t worry, mum. It’s a two-year program and then I can get my own job and make enough money. I’ll get you a little house on a hill and you can be the Queen of the Hill.

That’s nice of you honey. We should both try to sleep if we’re trying ot catch the trial today.

Goodnight, Mum.

they were all still glued to the game, when Barbara chose she would  take the risk and ask Y/N about the meeting.

“So, how was it?” she asked, innocently.

“How much time do you have?”

“We have pretty much all night, the others can go at this till the trial tomorrow,” she joked.

“I mean, challenge accepted,” Y/N laughed, “So, we pull up to the county jail, right. I wave off Bruce, no big deal, everything was going to plan, which should have honestly been my first sign that things were going to be fucked, but I digress,” she paused, “I walk in, give the lady my ID and she looks at m funny, like she knew that I had been drinking underage in that moment and was disappointed in me, as she should be.”

She fiddled with her hands, “So they lead me to the back and before they do they tell me the usual, I can’t touch any of them and my conversation with them will be recorded, then they let me in. I greet everyone like the good friend I am but tensions are high and everyone’s on edge, which is understandable, but.”

Jason perked up when she put emphasis on but, knowing the story was about to get real, really quickly.

“My friend Justine, she called me to get me there, she starts going at me about how this is my fault for being an ex-alcoholic and drinking, which, yes, i should not have been drinking. But she lead me to the bar,” she paused, “She starts blaming me for how I almost got raped and putting them all in there, whatever,” she paused again, “I basically told her that if she wanted my help she was going to have to behave and be nice to me, to which, she apologized,” she paused.

“You didn’t accept that apology, right?” Stephanie asked.

“God, no. I said I’d consider forgiving her. Everyone else was fine though. anyway, I have to call their parents and get them in contact with a lawyer soon.”

“You’re still doing that even after that whore victim-shamed you?” Jason said, he seemed in awe that Y/N would be so kind to someone who did her so wrong.

“Jay, I’m borderline legally obligated to do that,” Y/N said, “I wouldn’t do it if she hadn’t saved me.”

“I think you still shouldn’t do it,” Damien said.

“And you seem very vengeful, Damien. But that’s only sometimes me.”

“Look, thou shalt not sin or whatever, love thy neighbor or whatever, but that girl wronged you in that conversation, do you really owe it to her to call her parents?” Tim asked.

“You know, for a family who’s known for being the ‘Nice Billionaires’ you all tend to really hate my choices,” she joked.

“Don’t make dumb ones, and we wouldn’t judge,” Tim retorted.

”Okay, smartass. I hope you go bankrupt.”

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Waking up next to Jason on the day of her attacker’s trial was something to her. The comforting aura of the room seemed to be stripped away because the sun hadn’t risen, the blinds didn’t need to be closed, and Jason wasn’t cuddled up next to her.

She would find him already dressed, pacing back and forth in his room. For her 3 back-to-back days of being in Jason’s house without going home, she never saw him this actively distressed about anything. But given the situation they found themselves in, it was understandable.

Someone actively threatened her life for an attempt at a ransom on her name, because she was now tied to Bruce Wayne, and Bruce had money. Of course, for the Wayne household, the kids and Bruce were used to ransom attempts on themselves, with some of them actually being taken hostage before, but Y/N wasn’t.

She defended herself, and since it was, thankfully, caught on camera unlike the attack on her attempted-rapist, she didn’t have to appear in court, she didn’t even need to video her side of the story, she wrote it in a letter and sent it to the District Attorney's office. The District Attorney, being the prosecutor, was obligated to give her statement to the defense, so she was curious as to how her words would be spun to fit their narrative.

Jason and Y/N were both in the criminal psychology major at their college, they both knew what they were in store for, and they both had the ability to tear the defendant into pieces the minute he spoke. If, he spoke, that is.

Jason didn’t seem to notice that she was awake. He was really lost in his own thoughts, his own concerns. He stopped pacing though, and he was just staring at his laptop, possibly zoned out from the situation.

She got up as quietly as she could and went to hug him from, she could hear him let out a little chuckle, so she greeted him, “Good morning, Jay.”

“I thought you were still sleeping,” he turned to look at her.

“I was, but I woke up, that’s how that works,” she joked.

“That’s insane I would have never thought people wake up after they sleep,” he said with heavy sarcasm, “The more you know.”

“Insane, I know,” she said, “I still don’t even have clothes here,” she laughed, “I really need to go home eventually.”

“No you don’t, what?” he said with more sarcasm, “You can just wear my clothes, baby.”

“I don’t think they’ll fit, Jay, I think you forget you are literally massive.”

He laughed, “Listen, being massive is not my fault.”

“How is it not your fault?”

“Don’t ask questions.”

“I am asking questions, I am curious now.”

“Shhh,” he joked, “No need to worry.”

“Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and he’s got rippling abs? But zero cause for concern? Where do you even find the time?”

“Well, when you’re not over it’s during my downtime.”

“Can’t believe you won’t work out in front of me,” she laughed, “That’s just rude.”

“You already have free entertainment here,” he joked.

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Somehow she found clothes that somewhat fit her so she could go downstairs and watch the start of the trial. She didn’t know if she could sit through the entire trial, she was victim. No one expected her to be able to sit through the entire thing. It was a lot different from studying trials to actually being a part of the trial.

There was more of an all-seeing-eye presence in the living room of the Wayne Manor that morning before the trial began. The sounds of reporters through the television while everyone sat and waited for it to begin, it was not something many would enjoy.

There would be an ending to this story, to this court case, whether it was a month from that moment on that couch or a year from that moment. There would be justice for that bullshit. 

Part of her didn’t even want the trial. She wanted the man to take a plea deal. She didn’t want to be in the spotlight when murders were happening. But no one would let it go, a beautiful woman being hurt in an attack against her? It was the kind of stuff that the news sources wanted, craved, from every court case.

And that was the thing about it. She didn’t want to be the tabloids newest escapade into being more and more corrupt, broken, deceitful. 

She looked to the television as Jason put his arm around her, bracing for any sort of reaction to the news. No one really knew how she was going to react. And then it started.

Cameras were being let into the courtroom and panning over to him. The man who had attacked her in the alleyway. She subconsciously brought her hand up to her nose and felt it. For a moment, it was like she was back in that alleyway, head-butting that man and then running to the Manor. But she wasn’t there and she knew that, trying to snap herself out o that state brought nothing, though. It took the Judge having to shush the entirety of the courtroom to get her attention back to the real world.

The Judge would introduce himself to the press, but mainly to the court, and then request opening statement. Or at least, Y/N thought that was what he was doing. She didn’t really know what was going on, something pulled her away from the court trial she was witnessing for the man who attacked her.

To the outside, the people surveying her to make sure she was okay, her eyes seemed to glaze over and she seemed to just disconnect from the situation. But they didn’t realize she had disconnected. She just looked to be in thought.

She saw colours fade in and out of her sight, people showing up in front of her, him showing up in her sights, the images dancing in her mind as if she was there in that courtroom.

The time began to slur in her mind. Hours became minutes to her. And before she knew it, court had ceased fro the day. She was snapped out of it by Jason letting her go. He offered to drive her home, she agreed.

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“Y/N?” Jason asked while they were in the car.

“Uh huh?”

“Are you alright?”

“Good question,” she answered, flatly.

“Are you?” he asked, seeming more concerned.

“Probably not.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Is that a no?”

“Mhm.”

He reached to place a hand on her thigh, attempting to comfort her, “That’s okay,” he said, “You don’t need to talk about it.”

“Mhm.”

He sighed, “I’ve decided something,” he said, “I’m going to spend the night at yours, just to make sure you’re okay.”

“Okay.”

“You still don’t have to talk about it.”

“I know.”

“Okay, here,” he smiled, “Have I told you the full story about the time that we did chair-racing in the halls of Wayne Manor?” he asked.

“No, you haven’t.”

“Well, what happened was we ended up flying down the halls at like 4 in the morning, right? Well,” he paused, “Dick used to be an acrobat, so when he almost went flying off the stairs, he actually caught himself on a handstand on the rails. Chair still went flying,” he said.

She smiled a little bit. He knew he was doing something right.

“We ended up breaking a vase. Bruce was okay with it because it wasn’t his parents, but Alfred was pissed at us for it. Grounded us all for weeks about it.”

“As he should.”

“Look at me go, getting multiple word answers out of you, and I even got you to crack a smile,” he laughed and grabbed her hand to hold it, “I’m just so good at this boyfriend thing.”

She smiled again. The smiles wouldn’t last for long, but they did happen. He knew the trial was traumatic for her. He could tell. Just from the way she drooped after the trial ended, she could normally not shut up when it came to Jason, so this was out of character.

When they got to her house, he would walk, basically lead her, to her house. She was so far disconnected from everything, that he even just let her rest in her bed with his clothes on and her shoes still on, because she wasn’t functioning. 

He would crawl into bed with her and let her rest her head on his chest. 

#dcu #dc #dceu #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood fluff #batfamily #batfam #batbros #batman #bruce wayne #batgirl #oracle #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #spoiler dc #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #tim drake #red robin #dick grayson

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alfred’s complete disregard for how a sensible, responsible guardian should act is truly inspiring

not serious-faced jim gordon, TOP BUTTON OF HIS SHIRT UNDONE AND A BIT OF SKIN™ ON DISPLAY, walking through ogden barker’s clurb with all the debauchery and flashing lights, then throwing open his office doors to be (RIGHTFULLY) called out as “PENGUIN’S BITCH”, and NOT ARGUING about it. i’m straight up screaming rn y’all. the gobblepot vibes are real

ogden barker called oswald a fruitcake leprechaun. why don’t we as a fandom use this more often??

this exchange: ogden: the freak won’t last the year jim: don’t underestimate him (insert vine: heart eyes, motherfucker)

oswald and victor in the commissioner’s kitchen are a positively unhinged duo and i’m here for it

tabitha’s intro onto the show is unequivocally the most attractive thing on earth. the reveal (!!)

pre-scarred jerome is straight out of an 80′s rom com. this is a breakfast club/16 candles motherfucker and i’m here for it

hello i’m sorry, if jerome is 18 y/o in this season, does that mean he’s 20 y/o in season 4? and isn’t oswald 33 y/o in s4? so does that mean there’s a 13 year age gap between them, and i’m here shipping jeromewald??? well...alright then. moving on

the maniax outfits with the off-white straightjacket tops and the pure white bottoms.........this does not spark joy. why the two shades of white?!

another notable exchange, but for the wrong reasons: jim: *shifty eyes* love you *even more shifty eyes* lee: *mirrors jim* likewise *coy, comfortable smile* jim: *tiny smile, tips head, incredibly awkward exit* JIM, CAN YOU NOT??? be better, dude, that’s all we ask

goddamn i forgot that i loved sarah essen. but then...dead things happened

HARVEY AYOOOOO

#gotham #lazy gotham season 2 rewatch #y'all i'm drunk sorry if this is incoherent #(i'm NOT sorry) #episodes 1-2 #hbd