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How do the "family"(Ed, Oswald, Victor, Jim, Harvey, Barbara, anyone else I forgot) react to them saying something really nasty to yn in anger and her reaching her breaking point and having a mental break down in front of them(crying, screaming just completely unconsolable) would they comfort her or insult her

Hello dear! Thank you for your request and no problem concerning asking them. I'm a bit slow now since I have a lot of them to work on but if you're ready to be patient with me and my super-slow ass, I'll work on yours ❤

I was a bit carried away here, and made headcanons about how the other members of the family would react to one of them being mean to Y/N. I hope it's ok for you!

So here it is:

Warning: Gotham, Victor being Victor, mention of alcohol, smoking, english isn't my first language.

Word count: 6.120

Tags: Maggie is @immortal-velociraptor OC, I'm just borrowing her here, I hope it's ok for you dear. 💕 @flaysthings @keffirinne

HOW DO THE "FAMILY" REACTS WHEN SOMEONE IS NASTY TO Y/N

First thing first, let's clarify something. Yes, Y/N is a pretty confident, competent, and composed woman, most of the time, but! She also has her days where she feels under the weather and, as any human being still feels emotions. Especially with her chosen family with which she tends to lower her guard a bit.

Now, that being said.

👓 When EDWARD is mean to Y/N 👓

Ed and Y/N's relationship is like the one she shares with Oswald: complex and mostly based on a love-hate thing. So it's pretty common for them to be mean to each other, but in a teasing way. Though, sometimes, Ed or she can go too far.

-- Ed is a cleaver man and perfectly knows which button to push to make Y/N mad or feel hurt. When it's the last, he knows he screwed up as soon as he sees her eyes becoming glassy and her jaw clench and unclench to try to keep the tears at bay.

The woman would simply take a shaking breath, mutters a "ok, that's enough", and rush out of the room or hang up to go cry, break, or shoot a few things in her room or any empty one she can find.

🌸MAGGIE: would be one of the firsts to notice Y/N's distress. She knows better than rush to Y/N when she's in the middle of a breakdown with a weapon in her hand and probably a rocket launcher hidden somewhere.

-- Instead, she would rush to Ed and make his life a living hell. Yelling at him about how insensible he can be, shouting even louder if the man tries to defend himself and, depending on what he is saying, may try to slap him.

-- Demands he apologizes properly. So what if he gets his ass kicked in the process? He was a jerk and probably deserves it. "Don't worry, she won't open your third eye with her gun, her charger is empty and we hide the others. Mind the blades, though. I saw Victor going in and out their room earlier and his smile was scarier than usual."

-- Would make sure to pamper Y/N properly, coo at her and be super protective during the rest of the day.

☂ OSWALD: would hear about it from Maggie *Lucius and Draco Malefoy's vibes here*

-- First will laugh a bit, I mean... They are both pigs' heads, so it's funny to see one of their quarrels going this far. Is even a bit impressed by Ed's capacity to make Y/N's strong facade crumbles.

-- But hearing Maggie so distressed, he would have to do something.

Something being: send Ed a text: "Bloody idiot, go apologize before I order Victor makes you. He would be too happy to explains and probably show you how a man with no legs, hands, and ears can still be alive enough to do so."

-- Will offer Y/N some tea and biscuits his mother liked to bake him when he was recovering from one of his tantrums.

-- Isn't too worried. Y/N and Ed wouldn't be able to fully be themselves without the other to taunt/threaten/cooperate with/vent to. So they'll be back to be their usual selves soon, he's certain.

🪒VICTOR: Oh boy. Ed made his wife cry. We all know how Zsasz deals with people making his "Sweetness" cry: he beats them to a pulp. But since it's Ed, make it a: annihilate.

-- Impossible to call him on his phone. The hitman is on a mission now. If Maggie wasn't able to hide his machine and sniper guns, Ed would have to run. And fast.

-- His plan is very simple: search Ed. Find him. Torture him. And decapitate him to bring his head to Y/N and make it apologize. What? He's a super-talented ventriloquist after all, ask Oswald and the previous commissioner!

-- Doesn't care if he has to kill a few Gothamites or GCPD officers to reach his goal. I told you. He's a man on a MISSION. Gods, even with his body full of bullets and bleeding he would find the fucker and make him pay. It's one of his top rules: make my wife cry, *insert his maniac laugh then brutally stop it* you're dead.

🚔JIM: Why him? Let him have just ONE day without having to deal with the sicko family. Poor guy is now on high alert. Y/N crying means blood at some point. And potentially a bloodbath if Zsasz ever heard about it. He did? *Facepalms and sighs heavily*

-- Will try to find Ed before Victor and will probably have to fight Victor and pray be lucky enough to knock him out. Dear, how he hates his life.

-- Will also send a text to Ed: "If you wanted to die, there are some others painless ways, Nygma."

-- He will probably be joined by Maggie at some point. She may find or know a way to calm Victor or make him only break a few bones. Hopefully.

-- Will also send Y/N a text: "Your husband is on a killing spree. Please stop crying and do something about it."

🍺HARVEY: I like Harvey. He's a simple but practical man.

-- Heard about Y/N's breakdown? He's in front of Oswald's mansion with two bottles of his finest whiskey.

-- He knows the woman since she was 15, of course she wouldn't shoot him now, he's too old to run meaning he's too boring to chase meaning she wouldn't even find any joy in making him suffer. He will be fine. Plus, Y/N would never take the risk to damage a good whiskey.

-- Will drink with her and listen to her ranting without trying to interject. Just making a few comments and insulting Ed when she would. He still doesn't like the man after all and would never skip the chance to spat on his name.

-- Both would be found playing poker on the bed with the empty bottles next to them, smoking and shouting, accusing the other to cheat *spoiler they are*.

🍸BARBARA: "What is this fucking nerd's problem?!" Barbara and Y/N knew each other so well, the blonde decided it makes them BFFIT - Best Frenemies Forever In Town -.

-- Y/N is with Tabi and her the third Queen Bitch of Gotham. Selina being its Princess. Barbara is a feminist: make one sister cry, you'll have to deal with the whole sorority.

-- Is after Ed immediately and will offer her help to Victor. If he refused, fuck him, he's an obstacle to Women's revenge. These idiots will try to kill each other just to prove their stupid point: Victor protects and attacks for his dear wife. Barbara: protects and attacks for her dear sister and basically all the women in town wronged by men.

-- Will send Y/N a simple: "On it, Hon. Nygma is dead. Come at the Sirens tonight, drinks on the house."

☂ When OSWALD is mean to Y/N ☂

Oswald and Y/N have history. Even a bookcase wouldn't be enough to store all of it from the "I respect you" when they first met each other, to "You fucking snitch/tart", when Oswald betrayed Falcone, to "Ok I'll work for you from time to time/hire you as my consultant assassin", to "OMFG I swear I'm going to rip your head off", to "Maybe you're not THAT bad after all"... See the drama? They never were able to choose between "I like you" and "I hate you".

Like Ed, he knows her very well and what buttons to activate when he wants to hurt. And the little bird his veeery good at it.

🌸MAGGIE: Pretty difficult for her to be torn between her loyalty to Y/N and her affection for Oswald. But Cobblepot wronged the hitwoman and has to make amend for it.

-- Since Oswald wouldn't listen to reason, Maggie would ignore him first I think. Only answering a "think about what you've done" when he would question her about her aloofness.

-- She would try to send a text to Y/N, just to ask if she can do something for her to make her feel better. Probably just let her be, but she had to ask.

-- Will ask Olga to make all the dishes Oswald hated just to make him feel miserable. Will also mess with his white clothes, adding an innocent bright red sock to his washer. Oh, no, now everything is pink, *sigh* so sad.

-- This little petty game would last until Oswald finally snaps and goes apologize. Last time Maggie had to use this cursed technique, it lasted four whole days.

-- Oswald was so stubborn he was ready to meet his goons with pink-dressed shirts, if not for Olga and the whole plate of goulash she accidentally she spilled on him.

👓 ED: Like Maggie, Ed would choose mental torture. Remember his bowler hat in the middle of Oswald's desk? The same idea, but with a picture of Y/N scowling disapprovingly.

-- He would put this picture everywhere. In Oswald's dresser, behind the mirror in his bathroom, on the cushion next to Cobblepot's one in his bed, in the pockets of his coats...

-- Damn he would even pin one on the toilet bowl, making Oswald scream bloody murder and scramble out of the room.

-- Would create as many riddles as necessary about guilt and hurt feelings, and broken friendships. If this approach isn't enough, Ed isn't against abducting Oswald, stump him with one especially twisted riddle, and forcing his old friend to call Y/N to solve it and hopefully save his life. "The perfect pretext to start an apology, don't you think, Oswald?" He would ask mockingly.

🪒VICTOR: Depends on what Oswald said to Y/N. The situation is a bit tricky here, since Cobblepot is his boss and he cannot kill his boss without a very good reason to do so.

-- But he's mad, that's for sure. And Oswald needs to pay too, in a way or another. You may find some of his cold creepy vibes from S1 here, when he was still under Carmine's wing and Oswald was terrified by him.

-- Would still do his job, though. He's a professional after all. But, his killings would be truly horrifying. And he would manage to send Oswald every piece of each kill. Like: "I can't really kill you now, but that's exactly what I would love to do to your sorry ass."

-- If what Oswald said was really threatening Y/N's mental state, no cute little gifts. You will find Zsasz chasing Oswald around his own house, shooting just a few millimeters from him and "guiding" him to his bedchambers in order for him in apologize. Likes to call this method: little shots of courage.

🚔JIM: when Y/N has a breakdown, he's 98% sure it's because of Oswald. He knows about their history, since he also has his own love-hate history with the Penguin.

-- He also knows how dangerous Y/N AND Victor can be when she's in this state. If Victor wouldn't shoot his own boss, he's not certain Y/N wouldn't do it. Killing Oswald would send Gotham into hell all over again, just like it was when Carmine died. He wasn't ready for it.

-- Would find a pretext to arrest Oswald and put him in one of the questioning rooms. Like this, Cobblepot will have some thick hard walls between him and his hitwoman, and Gordon would have the perfect opportunity to scold him and, with Harvey's help, convince Oswald to go apologize.

-- He will refuse to stand between Victor and Oswald if Zsasz barged into the GCPD to kindly offer the Penguin some "shots of courage". Thanks but no thanks. Hopefully, his little talk with Oswald would help to ease the situation. If not... let's not think about it for now...

🍺HARVEY: Let's be clear here. Jim would be the good cop and do the talking. Harvey would bully Oswald and make him pee in his pants, explaining in graphic details how mutilated the last corpses Victor let them deal with were.

-- He would even show him pictures, just for the pleasure of making him turn green.

-- He will 100% send Y/N and Victor a text to snitch Cobblepot's temporary position in the police station and deny it when Jim will ask between gritted teeth. What? He hates Penguin and wants him dead since ages. So what? If he accelerates the process? Some call it murder, others: public service.

🍸BARBARA: pretty much the same reaction she would have with Ed. She wouldn't team up with Riddler, because she's still salty about the whole Tabitha and Butch thing. But will be ready to kill Oswald because he made Y/N feel like shit.

-- She would also barged into the GCPD, demanding Jim to give her Penguin, "you know...for a little chit-chat, with a gun shoved deep down into his throat."

🌸WHEN MAGGIE MAKES Y/N CRY🌸

It's pretty rare, to be honest, but happened once or twice. At first, it would be accidental, she wouldn't even realize how deep her words hurt the other woman. So Victor had to give Maggie 'the talk' about what you can and cannot say to his precious wife, unless you wish him to go after you and end your life. Brutally. And painfully. He didn't go into deep details, just the key words not to pronounce unless you want to die.

After the talk, no excuses. She would know what she was doing, and the rest of the family would know it too.

☂ OSWALD: Since Oswald and Maggie are pretty close and he knows about Maggie's kind nature, I think he would be the most gentle with his approach.

-- Like grown adults, Cobblepot would ask Maggie to sit with him in front of a good relaxing cup of tea and would explain to her why he needs Y/N in full possession of her twisted head to rule Gotham.

-- He wouldn't have to make her feel guilty, the young woman would probably feel already awful after making her mother's figure crumbles under her words.

-- Penguin will offer to accompany her in front of Y/N's door and will make a huge effort to play mediator if needed. The irony, knowing him. But he would try, for his precious family.

👓 ED: Ed would be surprised first. Maggie? Being mean to Y/N? Seriously?! Then, he would be a bit mad. How dare she? Doesn't she know how Y/N put her guard down around her?

-- What angers him, is linked to the fact Y/N softer's side was hurt. Ed is protected by Riddler, and Y/N is protected by her ice-queen facade. Around Maggie, Ed and Y/N can interact freely without the need to protect themselves, or so he thought. Hurting 'soft' Y/N would be like hurting Ed and this is basically why he is so mad. This situation shouldn't happen when they are around Magnolia. But it did.

-- Riddler would be particularly nasty with her, for a few hours or days, depending on what have been said. Just the time to build trust again with the young woman.

-- Her remorse and genuine guilt will help greatly and make Ed resonate with his other self: nobody is perfect and conflict happens. Maggie is also feeling awful and will try her everything to make amend. Which makes her still the better soul in town.

🪒VICTOR: Ouch. "Ungrateful little brat." He would mutters, just before cutting Maggie upcoming answer with the: "Not now", dangerous voice.

-- This one is tricky too, since Maggie is supposed to be their 'adopted daughter' or something similar. Seeing their underling being the one responsible for Y/N's tears and distress makes him furious. Damn, he even gave her THE TALK, and when he summons you somewhere it isn't normally to TALK. But he did, and she didn't listen.

-- Victor would also need to isolate himself a minute or two just to not accidentally cut her hands to teach her a good lesson. He's not sure his wife would appreciate, as mad as she can be. So breathe in and out for him.

-- You can legitimately feel worried when he comes out with a scolding face and a gun held firmly in his right hand. "Run little one. You know the way to our room, I'll help you go here faster", he would say slowly, shooting on the floor as soon as he finished his sentence.

-- Time to beat Bolt's record Mags, or to take a bullet in your ankle... Victor runs pretty fast himself after all...

🚔JIM: never in the 2% left to his previous reflection would he have imagined Maggie being in them. Oh god. He would yell to call Harvey and make him jump with him into their car to rush to Oswald's mansion and try to protect the young woman.

-- GEEE-CEEE-PEEE-DEEE! Yes, you would have it here. Clearly. Both Harvey and Him would barge in with their guns ready to waste bullets and bullet armor ready to take Victor's.

-- Oswald would help them to find Maggie, hopefully before Victor and to ship her to the police station. Bad idea. They're up for a remake of S1 with Victor being here "for Magnolia. Only her." And his deep and frightening voice calling her "OI MAGGIE! MAGGIE! Hi Maggie." You can imagine the rest...

-- If Victor is already chasing her, Jim would try to tackle him on the floor and fight him in hope to knock him out. If he succeeded, see the previous point. If not, Harvey and him would run for dear life next to Maggie making them three idiots rushing to Y/N's door and yelling her name in absolute terror.

🍺HARVEY: He would be the good cop with Maggie and do the talking. "Yeah, Y/N is a beast of a woman, but even beasts have feelings you know Mags? And we all don't want the other beast to go feral now. So please, apologize..."

-- Would offer liquid courage if she needs it. He always has some on him, somewhere. It's his superpower. Don't question it.

-- Would try to stop Zsasz with the 'diving suit' he used in S5. Can't change my mind. He likes her but he also loves his shitty life you know? So ridiculous diving suit it is.

-- Would expect a thank you letter from her after the shitstorm.

🍸BARBARA: Wouldn't try to kill Maggie, she knows the young woman is a touchy subject with her best frenemy. But will revoke all her privileges in her club. Even during ladies night, she would have to pay. "Want a cocktail? No prob, as long as you're ready to pay it twice its price."

-- Empty threats and insults send by text. She doesn't say it but she is jealous of the link between the two women. She knew Y/N first, when she was still sane so she IS her TRUE frenemy. Nobody else!

🚔 WHEN JIM IS AWFUL TO Y/N 🚔

It's pretty hard for Jim to make Y/N cry. For her, he's like a cute little guinea pig with much less survival instinct. Something funny to watch and interact with but not as an equal. Her mistake here. Because he managed to propel her into a mental breakdown a few times. It wasn't on purpose but it did the same. And everyone will not be as kind as they were with Magnolia let me tell you.

☂ OSWALD: "How dare you Jim?! Friends don't make friends feel awful, don't you know it?!" The nerve here!

-- Cobblepot will be inside of the GCPD just after hearing about the incident. He wouldn't move until Jim comes with him to make a full and proper apologize to his hitwoman.

-- Don't hesitate to threaten to impale him in front of at least 50 cops. And won't hesitate to shoot a few of them if it helps Gordon to move.

-- Will screeches in Jim's ears during the whole trip, and rant about how friendship shouldn't be treated so poorly, how insensible he was with his very sensible woman assassin. "Women feel deeper than us, Jim. Everybody knows it! Everybody but YOUUUUU!"

-- Honestly, Jim would apologize. But the main reason may be to make Oswald shuts the fuck up.

👓 ED: Hydraulic press. WHERE IS HIS HYDRAULIC PRESS SO HE COULD TOSS HIS BOWLER HAT INTO THE RING?!

-- Would also go straight to the GCPD, using gas to put everyone to sleep and kidnap Gordon. Simple but effective. Will of course ask a twisted riddle before but he already knows none of these monkeys will have the correct answer.

-- Jim would wake up tied up on a dingy table, in a dingy building in the middle of the Narrows and under Ed's favorite toy: his very threatening hydraulic press.

-- Would put a good 40kg on the man before grabbing his phone, taking a picture of his sorry ass and dialing Y/N's number to call her just after.

-- Would hang the device next to Jim's reddening face, asking if he didn't have something to say to his very precious friend Y/N. "Come on Jim, this one is simple enough for you to answer correctly. Unless you want another 10kg added to your suffering?"

-- Jim would apologize. Mostly to save his poor life. But hey at least he did!

🌸MAGGIE: Oh she would be mad. And find her way to the GCPD with a very hot cup of coffee she would accidentally throw at Jim's head as soon as she would spot him. Harvey would dodge. Not him.

-- The young woman would yell at him, making the thick walls shake and the 50 cops inside rush out of the room, too afraid to also be drenched in burning hot coffee. Solidarity level 9000 here.

-- Won't hesitate to pinch Gordon's ear like an angry mom and pull him behind her to her car and throw his sorry ass in here. After that, she would scold him like Oswald during the whole trip to his mansion and demands an apology.

-- Will ignore him for a few days or weeks after the incident.

🪒VICTOR: again. Remake of his iconic scene in S1. Minus the smile. He's on a mission: grab Jim, cut his hands, shove him into his car, make him apologize and maybe shoot him after, if his wife still feel bad. Or if he's still mad. *Spoiler he will*.

-- Would make a point with shooting the GCPD's main doors with his wife's favorite rocket launcher first. Oh, he killed a dozen agents because of it? Too bad. He doesn't give a shit. He's just here for Jim after all.

-- Only a call from Oswald will prevent the hands cutting thing. Jim will owe Penguin for this too.

-- But nothing will stop Zsasz to grab Jim roughly by the collar and throw him on the backside of his car.

-- Jim will apologize, fearing for his life, and take a bullet in his kneecap since Victor isn't convinced, is still mad, and because fuck it, he wanted to shoot someone today.

🍺HARVEY: No buddy. Nu-hu. "Don't even try to justify how you so brilliantly put us in deep shit. You know what not 'us', it will be you and only you with this one."

-- Despite Barbara stupid claims concerning the fact SHE is the one knowing Y/N since ages - Wrong, I mean Victor knew her before she did - Harvey is the one knowing Y/N the longer. "15 fucking years guys." For sure, he knows one thing or two about the woman and how to act around her to maximize your chances of survival.

-- He's like her favorite constantly drunk uncle, he's sure.

-- But since Harvey is a good man, he would lend his diving suit to Jim, with a little "don't die on me pal" note attached to it. Give this man a whiskey cookie.

🍸BARBARA: will not try to really kill Jimbo. She's still in a passionate love-hate relationship with the cop.

-- BUT! She absolutely will spam him with insulting texts, will make his car looks like a gruyère and might threaten to make the GCPD explodes if Jim doesn't move his pathetic ass to go to Y/N.

-- He would also become persona non grata at the Sirens until he apologizes. She wouldn't give him information if he needed one and would, like the queen she is, invite him to go fuck his self.

🍺 WHEN HARVEY MAKES Y/N CRY 🍺

-- Harvey? Making Y/N cry? Come on! He's too chill for that! Harvey knows what makes Y/N ticks. And he needs her creepy protection texts too much in order to stay alive.

-- He isn't the kind of man to scold her because she went too far with blowing up a building. He would only groan, sigh, and before Jim joined him at the GCPD would simply close any case involving her. Man! Who wants a crazy lunatic woman chasing their poor soul around a city like Gotham?

-- Worse who wants to also have to run for dear life after her sicko husband heard about what you've done to his object of constant obsession?

Exactly: no one.

-- Don't get me wrong, Harvey already had made Y/N experiment mental break down, but when she was younger and much more reckless. He's many things but an idiot, despite what many thought.

-- Harvey is perceptive and, when he gives a fuck, a.k.a when Gotham is starting to burn to the ground because of Y/N feeling off, he would actually give a shit and learn to avoid triggering her like he did.

-- If Harvey feels Y/N starting to crumble after something he might have said, he will immediately stop their argument and suggest going to the nearest bar to drink beer or anything with alcohol.

-- Y/N would be with him and nowhere in town to wreak havoc. It's also a form of public service he is delivering here. Give the man a medal.

Jim would yell at him for his carefree attitude when he judges Y/N deserved a proper scolding and thinks her "I don't care if what I'm doing is destroying the whole humanity" attitude is due to Harvey's and the GCPD lack of discipline when she was younger.

"Dude, she would have been the one who makes you cry like a river", will simply answer Bullock with a shrug.

"Even as a kid, she was crazy enough to tableflip the inox table in the interrogation room right into MY FACE. Then, she stole my gun and started her own little remake of Scarface in the middle of the GCPD. You think Kyle is difficult?! God, she's a fucking saint next to young Y/N Montana."

🍸 WHEN BARBARA MAKES Y/N CRY 🍸

It's not often that Barbara finds her way under Y/N's skin. But like with Jim, it happens from time to time. It's funny because I think Kean would feel awful being the one responsible of the other woman genuine distress. Pissing her off, ok, they both enjoy doing it on a daily basis. But hurting... it's totally different.

☂ OSWALD: "That bitch made Y/N cry!" He would yell from one of his couch to Ed, who would be leaning against a window frame with a scowl. "How dare she?!" Cobblepot would add as he smashed his fist repeatedly against his armchair.

-- Would immediately call Victor and order the annihilation of the Sirens. "You know what to do!" He would spat before hanging up.

-- He absolutely will call all his goons and associates and tell them "Barbara Kean is now banned from their contact list. And the Sirens isn't a neutral place anymore. Yes, absolutely, you can plan a slaughter inside of it, it's not my problem anymore. Enjoy guys."

-- Will ignore her texts, most of it being insults and threats anyway, and will rush to his kitchen to make Y/N some nice tea, even put a bit of whiskey in it, and some biscuits. What? No, it's not kindness, he's simply acting like a good boss.

👓 ED: would be furious. Even if he wouldn't plan to kill Barbara, BeCaUsE tHeY hAvE hIsToRy, he would rush to his hideout and search his beloved mini guillotine. Since Y/N is French, she would appreciate the gesture, he was sure.

-- Tabi would feel a cold shiver in her very bones, something was up. They will not like it, especially Barbara... Oh, dear, not the guillotine again.

-- Will kidnap Kean and tied her up like he did with Butch and Tabi. But this time her 60 seconds will be to call Y/N, pray she's not mad enough to ghost her and apologize.

-- If Riddler is satisfied, he would stop the mechanism. If not. Well, time to make an appointment at Gotham General Hospital. Their surgeon are great, he heard.

🌸MAGGIE: she wouldn't confront Barbara immediately. She knows about Kean misplaced jealousy and it wouldn't do any good barging in and demanding her go apologize.

-- She would call Butch and Tabi instead and explain them Barbara put them on thin ice with basically everyone. So, it will be in their best interest to convince the woman to make amend. And soon, before Oswald calls Victor.

-- Butch would be livid and Tabi doesn't really want to deal with a berserk Zsasz in the middle of the bar.

-- She's herself a very competent assassin but wouldn't try her luck against a man who was mad enough to walk in front of a fucking machine gun, was shot by it and still managed to escape and live to tell the tale. Nope, nu-uh, no way in hell. Ok. Time for Barbara to act like the adult woman she will never be.

🪒VICTOR: "Zsasz is standing in front of the door holding a rocket launcher." Basically this.

-- As soon as he got Oswald's call, he steered the wheel of his car to go straight to the Sirens. Funky Town blasting in the vehicle is enough to make every thug or villain walking in the area to run for their dear shitty life.

-- "Ladies", he's still polite you might note. But isn't smiling. His guns are hitching and he can't wait for a good chase. Butch will love to run again, be caught again and torture all over AGAIN.

-- Already has a plan for Kean's torture session. He will make her crawl like an animal and finish what he should have done a few years ago in Carmine's mansion. Clearly.

🚔JIM: poor dude will try to do the right thing and rush to Barbara to protect her from Victor, Ed and Oswald. If he managed to catch her before Ed or Victor, he would try to put some sense into her thick head.

-- "Are you suicidal now Barbara?! Call Y/N before you lose a hand or worse, your whole head!" He would plead, just before a strangled yelp escaped his mouth when he hears Funky Town just behind him. "Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Call her NOW!"

🍺HARVEY: "Your problem, bitch", that's what he would say just before grabbing his coat and hat, ready to go out of the GCPD.

-- "Where are you going now Harvey?!" Would ask Jim incredulously.

-- "To the bar, Jim. And I'm not going alone. Will go fetch the kid first then help her drink her sorrow and maybe puke it later. Who knows?"

🪒WHEN VICTOR MAKES Y/N CRY 🪒

Oh boy, good luck with this one. If he's usually able to make Y/N mad enough to chase him down the dirty streets in her panties and guns in her hands and find great delight in it, Victor is totally fucked when he's the reason why his wife is crying. He's useless and would immediately ask if she wants a glass of water. *Worthless dude alert*

He's out of his comfort zone with Y/N tears. Because it means he managed to reach the most sensible part of her and isn't acclimated to it yet. For him, his dear wife is ruthless, a cold-blood killer, always have some sass in spare for him or will always find a way to make him pay if he does something that made her mad. But tears? How are you supposed to act in front of them when they aren't the product of one of your twisted torture session? *Insert Windows error sound*

☂ OSWALD: Shock. Facepalm. Grunts. Screeches. Yes, in this very order.

-- "What the hell VICTOR?! You're not supposed to make your wife cry! What about my next grand villain's plan?! How am I supposed to concretise it without Y/N, uh?! GO APOLOGIZE IDIOT!"

-- Will wait next to the door with his arms crossed like an angry father waiting for his child to correct his mistake. And glare at him if he dares saying something stupid aggravating his wife's ire. "Bloody imbecile!"

-- Will give all suicidal missions he kept especially to Y/N in hope to kill her accidentally in the process to Zsasz. Doesn't care if there is only 24h in a day. Victor screwed, he has to face the consequences.

-- Still a good boss and make her tea + biscuits. Even plan a self-care day in which they would apply moisturizing masks on each other faces, do the other their manicure and watch stupid tv shows all day.

👓 ED: now he wants the original guillotine model. That fucker won't live to see another day.

-- Ed can't forgive Victor. As a husband, it was HIS role to make sure his wife was ok and prevent any tears to escape from her beautiful, piercing and steel-cold eyes. He failed her. And Edward, as well as Riddler, won't tolerate it.

-- Will go against Oswald wish and try to kidnap Zsasz. If he succeeds, Victor would wake up with the Marseillaise sound, tied up and his head ready to end into a cute little basket abhorring a blue, white and red bow.

-- Only a call from Y/N would make him stop.

-- If Zsasz managed to prevent the kidnapping, he would feel the electrical end of his cane. Maybe more than once. Ed would also taste the blade of his knife or a bullet from Victor's gun, but he's too mad to care. You don't make Y/N cry. End of the story.

🌸MAGGIE: she would want to cry too. Last quarrel between Y/N and Victor was awful.

-- It impacted everyone in Gotham: the slaughters and bloodbaths exploded because of the two, and the postal services were still shocked about their bloody and deadly epistolary relationship. For God's sake, Y/N sent Victor at least a dozen decapitated heads in the middle of cacti!

-- She will scream at Zsasz, trying to make him understand how he has been stupid and how you don't offer a freaking glass of water just after making someone cry!

-- Will hide his weapon. All of them. And his clothes, replacing them with white and pink ones. Be ready to see ViKen walk around for a few days.

-- Will ask Oswald to make his ears bleed.

🚔JIM: Oh no... not again. He was not ready. Not at all.

-- Will immediately send a warning text to Y/N: "No decapitated heads in the middle of cacti. Not again. Are you ok, though?"

-- Will pray Satan so he would help his best agents on earth to reconcile, and ask God for forgiveness after doing it.

-- Will groan if a killing spree happens after the crying and curse Zsasz.

🍺HARVEY: *Best alcoholic uncle in town joined the game*

-- "Fucking hell dude! No scorned Y/N, cause she's worse than any scorned woman! I know it, you know it, and everyone in town knows it! Go apologize, I'm sending something to relax her. Don't try to talk until she has drunk half of the bottle. Yeah, you're welcome."

-- Won't hesitate to add one or two Xanax into the bottle. Or a little something carefully rolled with a lighter next to it. *Don't do drugs bruh, it's bad*. It's for an emergency, the commissioner will look the other way don't worry, as well as the courier. Shh. It's their little secret.

-- Will also pray Satan for his help. But won't ask for God's forgiveness, he would have done the same.

🍸BARBARA: "You're dead Zsasz."

-- Will join forces with Ed to help him concretise his beheading plan.

-- Will dress in blue, white and red for the occasion and even wave a little French flag during the whole operation.

-- Will send the picture to Y/N to cheer her up.

BONUS:

🍷CARMINE: no matters who made Y/N cry, Carmine will know. Even if he's not the king of Gotham anymore, he still has contacts and will call them to make life a living hell for the responsible of his adoptive child's distress.

-- But if it's Victor, oh dear. Prepare for a disappointed father's call and scolding. Victor would be the one crying at the end of it. He would ask for Falcone's forgiveness and ask a few tips about what to do when you hurt your wife.

-- Be ready for old-fashioned advice about buying flowers, at this point the whole shop, diamonds, and do basically everything your wife might ask. "Minus throwing yourself out the window, Victor. She'll ask but don't do it. You both would regret it." "Yes, Sir."

A/N - I hope it wasn't too long or too boring and you liked it! Have a beautiful day/night and take care dear!

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myveryownfanfiction · 8 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing

I rubbed my forehead as I took another sip from my cup, draining it in one go. The noise of another cup being put down made me look up. Jim stood there with a case file under one arm, cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

“late night? Or early morning?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my head as he moved to sit next to me. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed his hand, tilting it to catch a look at his watch.

“Both I think.” I said, letting go of his hand. Jim chuckled and leaned over to flip through the file in front of me. “Maybe I should head to bed.” I said, rubbing my face before leaning into Jim.

“want me to join you?” He asked, pulling back to look at me. I shrugged. “Yeah I’ll come with. I can read a file in bed. It’s fine.”

“you’re commissioner. You can do what you want.” I yawned as I stood up. Jim took my hand as he walked with me back to our bedroom. I climbed into bed and he waited until I was comfortable before climbing in next to me. I moved over to lay on his chest while jim wrapped his arm around me, file laying open on his lap.

“I’ll wake you in a couple hours.” I groaned as I turned my head into his chest to block out the light. “You need to eat. I’ll make you something. Don’t worry about it.” I nodded and let myself drift off. When I woke up later, my face was turned into a pillow and Jim was walking in with a tray of food. “Afternoon sleepy head.” He teased, setting down the tray and leaning in to kiss me.

“thought you said it would only be a couple hours.” I grumbled, brushing the hair out of my face as I looked over the tray. Jim smiled as he brought it closer. “You didn’t need to make this much food.”

“thought you deserved it.” Jim shrugged. “After pulling an all nighter like you did.” I nodded as I started to eat. “That file? What’s it on?” I swallowed my mouth full and smiled at him.

“case study. Thought I’d take a look at some of the older cold cases.” Jim nodded. “It’s some of the older joker murders.”

“I thought we solved all of those.” Jim’s said as he stole a piece of toast off the tray.

“the Arthur fleck ones.” I said, covering my mouth while I ate. “The original joker.” Jim rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Yeah I know. It also takes me across the Wayne murders and i thought i was seeing something there. Maybe some way to tie them to him and actually make them stick this time.” I shrugged while Jim looked impressed with me. “I’ll have to look again but I’m thinking now that I’ve slept and ate, maybe there wasn’t really something there at all.”

“well if anyone can find it, it’s you.” Jim assured me. “I’d be happy to help if you need it.” I nodded as we continued to eat. “Any other plans for the rest of the day?”

“depends. What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I might be able to be persuaded to put the file on hold.” Jim leaned over and kissed me deeply, one hand on my cheek.

“I can think of a few things.” He said, pulling back slightly as I trailed after him.

“you drive a hard bargain commissioner.” I teased him. “But I think I’m in agreement.” Pulling him back with me as I laid back, I kissed him just as deeply.

#jim gordon #jim Gordon x reader #jim Gordon fanfic #Jim Gordon fanfiction #Jim Gordon imagine #commissioner gordon #commissioner Gordon x reader #Commissioner Gordon fanfic #Commissioner Gordon fanfiction #Commissioner Gordon imagine #gary oldman fanfiction #gary oldman #gary oldman imagine #gary oldman x reader #Gary oldman fanfic

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not-a-matopoeia · 9 months

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Dick: And nope means nope like you said

Bruce (sobbing)

Image Description:

Panel one: a young (robin) Dick Grayson and Batman are standing there, Bruce leans over and says “Dick…chum…where are your pants”, to which Dick says “Nope!” A giant shit eating grin on his face

Panel two: Robin and Batman, Robin has his hands in the air and looks excited, Batman, with the cowl on, breaking the forth wall while Jim Gordon in the very background says “Put some pants on that kid Batman.”

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batfam-imagines · 2 months

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Okay are you taking Batmom requests? Cuz I have this absolutely hilarious idea.Blind Batmom gets taken into questioning cuz she "witnessed" a crime. The 2 officers are newbies not knowing she's Bruce's Wife, but Gordan and the others do. There's a line in my head that keeps playing.

Officer: Tell us what you saw!

Batmom: Fine you want to know? *takes off shades* Im blind ya asshole.

Gordan: *laughing his ass off*

“Hey, Gordon! Did ya see who the rookies have in Interrogation room 3?”

“The new kids already dragged some poor guy in?” Gordan quickly stood from his desk, following the group of officers heading to the interrogation viewing.

“Oh you’re gonna love this, Commissioner. But you might wanna call whatever lawyers GCPD has on retainer for the rookies. Her family’s gonna be pissed about this.”

Jim paused, his hand on the doorknob, “Shit.”

Inside the room the two new officers are sitting across from a smartly dressed woman who’s wearing sunglasses and a large dog that’s lying beside her.

Rookie #1, obviously tired of playing nice, slams his hand on the metal table and jabs a finger at the woman, “Just tell us what you saw!”

“Listen, ma’am, we just want to know what happened last night. You are the only witness left who could have seen Batman’s identity. We have several reports that his mask was compromised during the fight. Everyone at GCPD would be grateful if you could tell us anything you saw.”

The woman lets out a harsh breath, “Fine, you want to know?” She pulls her sunglasses of, revealing acid burn scars around both eyes, “I’m blind ya assholes, I didn’t see shit.”

Gordon lets out a barking laugh, doubling over, “Get those assholes out’a there before they get the whole department shut down!”

Once he’s alone in the observation room, Gordon lets out a harsh breath, “Damn rookies. How the hell am I gonna explain this to her kids?”

#batmom imagine #batmom #batfam imagine #batfamily #batfam headcanons #jim gordon

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maweallgotohell · 9 months

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Jerome Valeska - Brother's Assistant pt.1

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pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem! reader

warnings: none

summary: Jerome locates Jeremiahs residence and decides to pay his brother a visit - to kill him. But when the door opens, he is met with the prettiest and kindest woman he has ever seen. But how will Jeremiah react, especially when it turns out, that Jerome has caught feelings for her, his assistant and best friend? And how will Jerome himself react in such a situation?

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He found him.

He searched for him for all these years and now he found him. His brother. And he wanted to kill him.

For all these years he made dozens of plans and figured out the best ways to spread fear and get his name all across Gotham so his brother would notice.

He wanted him to feel unsafe.

He wanted him to be afraid.

A few weeks ago he found out what name Jeremiah now went by and after knowing that it wasn't all too complicated to find him. Well yeah, he lived in a fuckin' bunker in the middle of the woods (fuckin' paranoid bitch), but with a name like his, it wasn't very difficult for Jerome to make out his location. Just threaten the right people and you're ready to go.

And there he stood. In front of his brother's labyrinth bunker. Was he nervous? Yeah. But he was determined to kill Jeremiah.

For the last few weeks, he tried to find a way to break into the bunker without being noticed, but there wasn't another entrance. Just the main one. And so he just... pressed the doorbell?

It was weird for him because it felt like a polite gesture. He felt like a brother, who wanted to visit his twin for dinner, while he was the "evil twin", who came to kill that son of a bitch, he had to call his brother.

* ring*

To his surprise, it wasn't his brother's face, that greeted him at the door, no. A beautiful young woman opened it swingingly, her silky (hair color) hair swaying with her movements. It was quite early in the morning, which was why she was still wearing her nightgown, the dark green silk hugging her curves perfectly and the lace gracefully accentuating her (skin color) skin. Her warm and welcoming smile greeted him like a cozy hug and he couldn't help but stare at her.

" Hello?", she asked, her voice sounding soft and gentle, as if she was an angel, that came down to earth just for him.

Her face changed and turned into a frightened one immediately as she recognized his features. She must've recognized him from the news or from stories his brother told her, he thought, but that wasn't the case. Not at all.

" Omg, Xander! What happened to your face?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" She rushed directly towards him.

" Uhm, hello..? No, no Miss, I'm Jerome, Jeremiah's, uh, I mean Xanders' long lost twin brother.", he answered nervously.

Why did he stutter? And why did he lie? Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, but he wasn't honest either. How could the presence of a woman make him this nervous? He should've shot her right then and there. But he couldn't. She was too. .. breathtaking and.. . interesting to kill. He somehow knew she was different. He felt it.

Her expression softened and her smile found its way back onto her face. She hugged him as a greeting, which kinda took him by surprise.

" Omg hello!", she grinned. " I didn't know Xan had a twin. Glad to meet you! I'm YN." You held out your hand for him to shake.

...Xan?

You had a nickname for him? Was he your boyfriend? Jerome came to kill his brother, only to fall for his girlfriend? Wow. That was weird, even for him. And how could someone like Miah even pull a girl like you? Tf?

„ Nice, nice to meet you too YN.", was all he could bring himself to say.

" Xan will be so happy to hear that you're here and that you found him."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door with her.

" Come in. Follow me.", she said as she closed the door behind them.

The sudden touch of hers took him by surprise as he stumbled after her into the building.

It was silent for a bit, only the sound of their footsteps against the concrete was to be heard.

Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.

" Sooo YN.. is "Xander" like.. you know... your boyfriend?" He found it so awkward to ask you that, whyever that was, but he just had to. He had to know that to contemplate, whether he had to kidnap or kill you if his brother really was your boyfriend.

She stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him, only to burst out in laughter.

" Oh god, no.", you giggled. " I'm his assistant and we're like best friends. No romantic feelings between us, really. But I live here. We both needed someone to live with and we've worked together before since we met at St.Ignatius and became best friends there and later, roommates. And here we are."

He was relieved. You weren't with his brother. But were you single? He knew he was there for a different reason and definitely not to go all heart-eyed over his brother's best friend and assistant, but the question occupied his mind completely.

You stopped in front of a door and put your key card in front of the card reader.

" We're here.", you said. "This is the living room. Make yourself comfortable, Jerome. Do you want anything to drink?"

He nodded.

" Soo we have coffee, a few types of tea, water, hot chocolate or orange juice. What would you like?", you asked him with a genuine smile.

" Oh, uhm, coffee sounds amazing. Thank you."

You nodded.

"I'll be right back."

And with that, you turned around and left into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.

" Xan should arrive here soon too btw. I think in half an hour or so. I'd be happy to have you stay here and accompany me while we wait for him. Only if that's fine for you, tho.", you smiled.

Jerome had always been able to accurately identify and define his feelings. He was also able to consider and assess them rationally. And right now, he felt something he never thought he could feel. Admiration and joyful excitement.

You could've told him to leave or come back when Jeremiah was home or given him an appointment to meet up with his brother. But you didn't. No, furthermore, you invited him to stay with you and said you would like him to accompany you. You weren't even a little bit scared of him, not even because of his "awful" features, which he found sometimes. No, you didn't do any of that. Instead, you were genuinely nice to him and treated him like everybody else, or rather special.

You made him feel wanted just by these small things you did and your naturally nice behavior, which was quite rare for him.

He thought he had, no, he was sure that he had developed a small crush on you. Even though it was unusual for him to trust someone that easily or feel drawn to someone, especially that fast, he wasn't afraid of it at all.

It felt like being near you lifted all the weight he carried off his shoulders without effort. And he wasn't scared to experience these new feelings, because he felt like they wouldn't do him bad at all. It was strange but exciting at the same time and he couldn't wait to learn more about you.

You two chatted a bit until you noticed that you hadn't informed Xan about your guest.

" Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I just noticed, that I haven't told Xan about you being here. Lemme just send him a message real quick."

He panicked immediately. What if Miah warned her about him and made her have a different view of him? I mean, sooner or later, Miah would come home and she would find out, who Jerome 'really' is, yeah. But he didn't want their nice little talk and their shared time to end so soon.

"Uhm, YN?", he spoke up, his voice rather quiet. The young woman looked from her phone, back up at him, a questioning expression on her face.

"Could you maybe not tell him I'm here?" His low voice now sounded rather hesitant. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in astonishment.

"I...I wanted to surprise him. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you know?" He was surprised by himself. He said those words with such emotion, that even he himself would've believed that he missed his brother that much.

Her astonished expression settled again and gave way to a lovely smile.

"Oh yeah, sure! That's a very sweet idea. Xan will be so happy to see you", the young woman cheered.

Jerome exhaled in relief but then lowered his head as well as his voice.

"I doubt that. See, I wasn't always the best brother for him, you know. It may be that he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone talk to me or even have me here. Don't be disappointed then, YN. It's okay, really. I don't want to bother you two. Really, I don't."

He said that. And he sounded like he really missed his brother or felt sorry for the things he did.

Did he? No, very surely he did not. He came here o kill Miah, not to reunite with him and be like 'best buddies'.

But he didn't feel as if what he told the girl before was a lie. Because it wasn't.

The sad undertone in his voice was not a result of missing his brother so much, no. It was because he knew that when Miah returned, he would no longer be able to spend time with the beautiful young lady sitting across from him at that very moment, looking at him sympathetically.

She had changed everything for him in that short time. He had already heard that when you are in love, you no longer have control over what you feel and think. But he had never experienced it. Until this very moment.

No.

Until that moment when she opened the door for him.

" Jerome, please. How could someone, especially Xander, ever be that resentful."

He sighed.

He contemplated telling her the truth. That his brother built this whole bunker they're living in, just to protect them from him.

But he didn't.

Because he was... scared. This was the first time since he killed his mother that he was truly afraid of something.

He feared losing her. And it was more terrifying than anything else.

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While Jerome and YN chatted and got to know each other better, Jeremiah just then received a text from her.

> Hey Xan! You home soon? We have a surprise guest. C ya.<

At first, he thought of it as a normal text she would send him. Everything was fine.

But then it hit him like a crash.

Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.

He panicked immediately and quickly got in his car, so he could be home as fast as possible. What if YN was in danger but didn't know yet? He could never forgive himself if something happened to her.

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word count: 1820

The first part of a new short series (probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts again). Hope y'all like it.

C ya

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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A witness protection program batgordon AU is jumping around in my head like a ping pong ball rn. Awkward billionaire who's on a very tight edge after his house was bombed has to be in someone's custody and Jim really doesn't feel like babysitting a rich kid.

" Pass em to Martinez. Guy already treats Wayne like he's Jesus,"

" Don't say that. That's so offensive. Bruce Wayne is better than Jesus."

"...You say that like you actually believe it. If you do, seek help. But yeah, I don't want to look after him. "

" Well, you're gonna have to. We didnt give either of you a choice, but Wayne asked for you first."

Jim did not expect Bruce Wayne to smell like vanilla bodywash. Curiously, so does Batman.

#batgordon #jim gordon #bruce wayne #battinson #i imagined pedro pascal as jim btw #dc #dc comics #text #and they were roomates #alternative universe

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taming-bats · 5 months

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the only reason that the Identity Reveal[tm] is such a big deal is bc Bruce wayne is In the Fucking Media all the time. He's EASILY recognizable if someone sees his face. If he was just. A guy. Then there's a delayed gratification of seeing the face under the cowl. You'd have to do work and research to identify him.

(Think of that one scene from The Batman 2022. When one of the Riddler Followers was unmasked and Jim had to be like, man who tf even are you)

Like imagine Joker or someone getting a peak and just being like. Who the fuck is this guy? Where's the real Batman??? Like as if it's a fucking trick. I simply wouldn't belive it.

#Batman #Bruce Wayne #dc comics #Dc #dc universe #The batman #the batman 2022 #batman 2022 #battinson #Jim Gordon #Imagine unmasking your nemesis and its fucking Lady Gaga #You'd lose your marbles #But then if it was like #Someone who went to the high-school a town over from yours #Not much of a shocker #identity reveal #secret identity

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love-imagineitall · 4 months

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Let Her Go

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x Assassin!Female!Reader

This is set in the first season only a little bit after Zsasz is at the GCPD for Gordon. Also I don't think I mention it in the story, but the reason that the reader was in prison for two years without getting broken out or anything was to go in and make more contacts in the female criminal world. Falcone had asked her to and after she thought she was done, he pulled his strings to get her released immediately.

TW: usual Gotham violence and allusions to smut, heavy make out sesh.

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"Are you kidding me Gordon!?!?"

"What the hell are you talking about Harvey?"

"Please don't tell me that is who I think it is that you have in that interrogation room?"

"Again I ask what are you talking about? I brought her in for killing a man right in front of me."

"Oh god," Harvey groaned shaking his head, "let her go right now" he said with a tone of urgency that Jim hadn't heard from his partner before.

"No, I've told you many times I'm not going to turn the other way just because these criminals have money or power," he says to Harvey seeming to be frustrated with his partner and the entire city of Gotham, as he steps back into the interrogation room.

"So, (Y/N) (L/N)? You want to tell me why you killed an innocent man? What did you want with him?"

"You must be the new hot shot," the woman in front of him smiled mischievously with her feet up on the desk. The way she smiled an kept her calm like that did concern Jim a little, but he pushed on.

"Gordon. Detective Jim Gordon nice to meet you. Now tell me why did you do it?"

"Jim... hmm, Jimbo can I call you Jimbo? I'm gonna call you Jimbo."

Harvey then entered the room and Jim noticed that he looked different, frightened even.

"Harvey! Long time no see"

"Hello (Y/N), I am so sorry about my partner. We will get you out of here as soon as we can there is no need to let any one know that you are here."

"No, Harvey, no we won't. She murdered a man right in front of me, she has to go to prison, but first I am going to find out why?"

"I love the place by the way it's been a while. Have you guys redecorated?"

"(Y/N)! I am done playing games with you now you are going to tell me what I want to know or I'm going to have to send you away for a long long time!" Jim yells, the frustration pouring out of him.

"Ooh, feisty" the woman says with a smile on her face. She turns to Harvey, "I like him"

"(Y/N)-," Jim starts.

"Look boys I'm only here because I wanted to take a look around, but now I've met the new guy and seen enough. I'd like to leave now"

"Are you kidding? That isn't how this works princess I saw you with my own eyes murder a man in cold blood, this is the police so yeah the only place that you are going is to prison."

The woman turns to Harvey, completely ignoring Jim, "Harvey, I'd say you got about a minute to let me go... we don't want a repeat of the last time now do we?"

"No ma'am" he says quietly shaking his head while pulling Jim to the side.

"You need to let her go like now," he says while constantly checking his watch.

"Who the hell is she Harvey?"

"You remember Victor Zsasz?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well look as scary and creepy as that dude is, she's a hundred times worse, she's even more deadly of an assassin than he is if you can believe that, but as of right now we haven't pissed her off. The thing I'm worried about is that those two aren't just colleagues, they've got this weird thing... and, and, and-"

"And what Harvey?"

"And he's not gonna be too happy that we've got his girl in lockup after he hasn't seen her for 2 years"

Just then the two detectives hear a gun shot, Harvey looks wide eyed at Jim, and pulls him back into the interrogation room.

"Uncuff her Jim! Uncuff her!"

"Right on time," (Y/N) says with a smile on her face.

The two detectives hurriedly rush to uncuff the woman sitting in front of them. As soon as they have her free and very pissed off Zsasz enters the room with guns a blazing.

"Hello darling," he says with a smile to (Y/N), immediately turning his attention and guns towards the detectives. The smile previously on the assassin's face now completely wiped away and replaced with an anger never seen before.

"Come on honey, we were just leaving" she grabs Zsasz by the arm, "oh and Jimbo, I'll see you around," the pair walking off with her sending Jim a wink. Zsasz walks with his girl out of the GCPD quietly leaving everyone there in awe and fear.

After the pair of assassins return to Falcone's house, (Y/N) immediately drags Victor up to the bedroom. After all the pair hadn't been this close in two years what with the woman being locked up in Blackgate prison.

"Ugh-" Victor groans as he pulls her in for a very hungry kiss

The two of them wasting no time and immediately going to the bed. She jumps on top of him, taking control and kissing him with even more passion.

She rips open his vest and going to pull down his pants when he flips her over and regains control, immediately kissing her again and pulling her shirt off. As the two are going at it and undressing each other, one of Falcone's men walks through the door to tell them to come down stairs, but as soon as he opens the door and begins to speak both assassins pull out their guns and shoots the man without breaking the kiss.

The pull back for a moment to catch their breath, and as they are breathing heavily, Victor tucks a piece of hair behind (Y/N)'s ear, flashes a toothy grin, and says "you are never leaving for that long again you hear me?"

Chuckling and grinning back at him, she replies, "wouldn't dream of it sweetness"

#Victor zsasz x reader #gotham imagine #gotham #victor zsasz #jim gordon #harvey bullock #falcone #victor zsasz imagine

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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You: Gordon, is Oswald a good guy?

You: ‘Cause the whole city was throwing food and sharp objects at him.

#source: hubie Halloween #gotham imagine #gotham incorrect quotes #incorrect gotham quotes #reader insert #gotham x reader #gotham #incorrect quotes #oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #the penguin #the penguin x reader #james gordon #jim gordon

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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 2 years

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For You I’ll Fight

Bruce Wayne x Reader (she/her)

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Bruce for a while. When the two of you get kidnapped by Jeremiah, you realize that your feelings might be reciprocated after all.

Word count: 3.54k

Warnings: guns, kidnapping, death threats (it’s Jeremiah after all), blood mention, angst, angst with happy ending, cursing

Requested by: @eggsandhammers

Request: Hiii I’m new to requests so if I do anything wrong please tell me! Could I request a gotham!bruce x reader(civilian, so like not a superhero) where her and Bruce get kidnapped by Jeremiah? Angst with happy ending please!!!! Maybe he confesses his love for her once they are safe

I really hope you enjoy this fic! I’m sorry it took longer to write. Unfortunately, I had an IRL crisis to solve and that kinda made writing difficult.

I had lot of fun writing this fic and I kinda want to rewatch Gotham again because this brought back a lot of feels and so much nostalgia. I forgot how much I love not only Bruce but just the whole Gotham universe.

I hope you enjoy this fic and that it was worth the wait! The title is from the song “I’ll Fight” by Daughtry and I think it fits the whole vibe really well. Protective Bruce for the win lol.

If you have other ideas for requests, feel free to send me an ask or a message! 😊 You can check my pinned post to see when my requests are open.

Being friends with someone as famous as Bruce Wayne brought its issues. A horde of paparazzi usually followed the two of you whenever you went out together. A few days later, you’d see your picture plastered across the Gotham Gazette and people would speculate if you were his new lover or something like that.

It was truly obnoxious and just extremely uncomfortable. They’d always dig for any information they could find, sometimes exposing things from your past that were truly nobody’s business.

This time however, the issue wasn’t paparazzi.

To be fair, you wished that were the case. You’d be a lot less scared of paparazzi since you were already familiar with their antics.

This time, you’d been kidnapped.

You’d met up with Bruce earlier, sitting on a bench in the park together, just talking.

You still remembered laughing at one of his stupid jokes when someone had pressed a hand over your mouth and nose from behind. Next thing you knew, you’d awoken in some old building, tied to a chair.

You struggled against your restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. The rope dug into your arms, and the more you moved and wiggled, the further the restraints tightened around your body. It only increased your desperation.

“Bruce,” you called, your voice cracking from not having used it in a while. The word scratched in your throat. You tried to clear it but that didn’t help.

“Bruce! Bruce!”

A spotlight lit up to your left. It illuminated the shadowy silhouette of a person you didn’t recognize.

Until they spoke.

“Poor Y/n, looking for our dear Bruce… But where is he? Bruce! Bruce, where are you?”

Fear prickled down your spine. There was only one person who sounded like that.

Another spotlight turned on. The personification of your darkest nightmares was wearing a purple suit, grinning at you with so much cruelty in his smile that it made you sick.

Jeremiah Valeska.

For some reason, the lyrics to You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch flashed through your mind. It would’ve made you laugh if the situation had been different. Nevertheless, the lyrics suited Jeremiah.

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You got termites in your smile. You have all the sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.

A screen lit up to your right, across from the small stage Jeremiah was apparently standing on. The light blinded you and you couldn’t see anything. You squeezed your eyes shut, blinking against the bright sensation.

Slowly, very slowly, the picture became clearer.

Your stomach sank.

Bruce.

He was also tied to a chair, just like you, and his head had dropped forward onto his chest. He hadn’t woken up yet.

Jeremiah didn’t like that. You could see it in the way his smile dropped, how angrily he stared at the screen. As time ticked by and Bruce still didn’t move, Jeremiah’s sickly white face slowly contorted into a grotesque expression of rage.

“Bruce!” he screamed. His loud voice, amplified by the microphone, rang in your ears.

You wanted to cover them with your hands to block out the noise but due to the ropes tying you down that was impossible. You grimaced.

Bruce blinked, slowly waking up from whatever you’d been given to sedate you. His movements were sluggish, like time was moving slower for him. As if he was stuck in a movie scene.

Bruce’s head shot up and he looked straight into the camera. You didn’t know what he was seeing. He narrowed his eyes, anger overtaking his usually soft features.

“Where’s Y/n! What is this??”

Your eyes wandered to Jeremiah, who grinned his evil smirk with a dash of madness. Your stomach twisted.

You got termites in your smile…

“Oh Bruce, don’t worry. Your dear Y/n is right here, she’s unharmed.”

Jeremiah paused dramatically before adding, “For now.”

Bruce’s eyes widened. Recognition flashed over his handsome face, only to be replaced by a fury that made you want to hide.

You’d never seen Bruce like this before.

“Jeremiah, if you hurt her I swear you’ll regret it!”

Your mouth opened on its own, the desire to calm him down too strong to fight it. You just wanted to see the rage disappear from Bruce’s eyes. You couldn’t bear to see him like that.

“Bruce, I’m okay, don’t worry! I–“

You were staring down the barrel of a gun before you could even finish your sentence.

Jeremiah shot you a twisted smile filled with far too much joy. He jumped down from the stage and walked over to your chair, never lowering the gun. His movements were those of a predator, like a tiger on the prowl.

“Shut up.”

Jeremiah turned back towards the screen, still pointing the gun at you. “I recommend you hurry up and find us, or else your dear Y/n might end up bleeding out on the floor.”

He paused, and you could almost see the manic grin break out on his face, even though the back of his head was turned to you. When he spoke again his voice was lower, closer to a whisper but without losing its threatening tone.

“You remember what I did to Selina, don’t you?”

Bruce’s eyes widened. Actual fear spread over his face as he started thrashing against the ropes, desperately trying to get free.

Jeremiah made a noise.

You frowned, unable to figure out what it was.

He turned back towards you, a twisted kind of joy on his face, and it clicked. Jeremiah was giggling. He found Bruce’s and your pain funny.

“You sick asshole!” you spat.

The joyful look disappeared from Jeremiah’s face. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pressed tightly together into a thin line. He cocked his head just barely but it was still enough to know you’d crossed a line.

Jeremiah turned his back towards the screen and came even closer, pressing the barrel of the gun to your forehead.

The cold material sent a prickling sensation of pure fear down your spine. You balled your hands into fists, biting your lip to not let out any noise that could set Jeremiah off even more.

Jeremiah leaned down, his face right in front of yours.

“You know… Last time I caught Bruce on a date with his girlfriend, I shot her in the stomach. She almost bled out on the floor...”

He giggled again, removing the gun from your forehead and pressing your chin upwards with it to make you look at his face.

“She survived.” Jeremiah paused, the signature wide grin breaking out on his face that you were so familiar with by now. “This time, I’ll make sure to do it right.”

Your stomach twisted painfully. You struggled against the ropes again, unable to get out of them.

Even if you’d been able to get free, what would you have done? Jeremiah had a gun. You’d be dead before you could take a single step.

A loud crashing noise made your head twist towards the screen that showed Bruce. He wasn’t sitting on his chair anymore. Instead, he was laying on the floor, on the broken pieces that seemed to be the remains of his wooden chair.

Bruce must have let himself fall backwards to break it…

Jeremiah whipped his head around towards the screen. He let out a growl. You weren’t sure if he was happy that something was finally happening, or if he was angry that Bruce had managed to escape.

You stared at the screen anxiously, scared that Bruce had hurt himself. But he got up, shaking off the rope before he stormed out of the camera’s view.

You took a deep breath of relief. Bruce was on his way.

He’d come and find you, and then you’d get out of here.

The relieved feeling disappeared instantly as you caught sight of Jeremiah’s wide grin. He smiled at you, casually playing with his gun. He didn’t seem to care about the fact that Bruce had gotten free – quite the opposite: he was happy about it.

Jeremiah wanted to fight Bruce, for whatever reason.

You felt the urge to throw up, but the only thing that would’ve come up was the ice-cream Bruce had bought for you before you’d sat down in the park together.

Tears burned in your eyes as you remembered how much fun you’d been having. Bruce always managed to make you happy, no matter how bad you might feel about life in that moment. Even if everything sucked, he was always there to cheer you up.

Sometimes, he’d take you out to the park just to sit with you in silence if that was what you wanted. Or you’d go to a restaurant and have a nice evening, just the two of you talking about a teacher who’d pissed you off or something random that Alfred had done.

You’d realized a while ago that you were in love with Bruce. Today in the park, you were planning to finally tell him, no matter how fast your heart would be beating or how scared you’d be.

None of that had happened. Here you were now, stuck in the claws of Jeremiah Valeska, who could do whatever he wanted to you while you were waiting for Bruce to come and rescue you.

You’d always hated a lot of action movies for putting the (usually female) characters into the position of a damsel in distress. It was ridiculous and, quite frankly, it really pissed you off.

You’d never expected to get stuck in a situation like that yourself.

Rage burned in the pit of your stomach. You internally cursed whatever deity you could think of for making this happen – if you believed in that stuff or not. It was the only thing you had left to do, being angry at life.

Otherwise you’d end up losing your mind.

Screams of pain erupted outside, the sounds of people fighting. You craned your neck trying to see what was happening but the screen shielded the doorway from your eyes.

Jeremiah took a step towards the screen, his hands playing with the gun between his gloved fingers. The way he moved once again reminded you of a tiger on the prowl, slow and dangerous. Your hands clenched around the armrests of your chair.

The noise outside stopped.

You stared at the edge of the screen, hoping that you would see just a little bit of what was happening. Hoping against all odds that Bruce would just step out from behind the screen, wrap you up in his arms and carry you out of here – no matter how silly that was.

Unfortunately, you also knew Jeremiah would never let that happen.

The aforementioned Mr. Grinch took a few steps towards the screen, the gun ready in his hand. He was moving slowly, carefully, ready to attack at the slightest hint of danger.

Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists, anxiously staring at Jeremiah’s back. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see anything except the dark purple fabric of his suit. You’d never look at that color the same way again.

Something shifted behind you, nothing more than a brush of air against your neck. A second later, someone was gripping the ropes around your wrists, pulling at them.

You gasped, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

A hand shot up, covering your mouth, while a low voice hissed into your ear.

“Shhhh!”

You stopped struggling immediately. Your eyes grew wide but you didn’t dare turn your head or look down, too scared that Jeremiah might notice your movement.

Bruce.

He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, then went back to untying the ropes as quickly as he could.

You tried to keep your breathing even as you looked ahead for Jeremiah. He had disappeared behind the screen, still searching for Bruce.

The ropes were almost loose when Bruce froze, prompting you to crane your head in a desperate attempt to see what was happening.

“Well, would you look at that – Brucie really tried to save his poor Y/n… Too bad it didn’t work.”

Jeremiah pushed Bruce into your line of vision, pressing the gun against his temple. He wrapped his free arm around Bruce’s neck, pulling him closer until he was standing behind him, holding Bruce in a headlock.

You shrieked in fear.

Jeremiah grinned at you. He shifted his weight, running the gun over Bruce’s cheek almost lovingly.

You wanted to throw up.

“Look, Y/n. He's trying so hard to be your hero… Isn't that cute?"

Bruce struggled against Jeremiah’s grip, trying to get free but failing.

You gritted your teeth. The sound of Jeremiah’s voice alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, making you want to hide and pray he wouldn't find you.

"Jeremiah, let her go! You want me, don't you? Well, you have me. Let her go!" Bruce's voice cracked with desperation.

Jeremiah just made a tsk sound, shaking his head. He tightened his grip around Bruce’s neck, slowly pointing the gun at you while he spoke.

The low rumble of his voice gave you goosebumps.

“Now, why would I do that? Why would I just hurt you when I can torture you… by hurting her?”

Jeremiah’s finger curled around the trigger.

You couldn’t look away. You stared at the gun, barely able to breathe while your heart hammered against your ribcage.

Any minute now, it would all be over…

Heavy footsteps steadily moved towards the door.

Jeremiah whipped his head in the direction of the sound. He frowned, his face contorting into a grimace.

A high pitched noise hit your ears and you cringed away from the sound.

“Jeremiah Valeska!”

Jim Gordon’s unmistakable voice echoed through the door, amplified by a megaphone.

“Stand down. Let the hostages go. You’re surrounded!”

Relief flooded through your body. The feeling was so intense that you grew light-headed.

You’d never been so happy to hear Jim’s voice.

Jeremiah looked back and forth between Bruce, the door and you. He growled angrily.

“This isn’t over, Brucie!”

Jeremiah pushed Bruce away from him with force, making him stumble. Then he ran away – right as GCPD officers stormed into the room.

Jim Gordon headed straight for you while the others scouted the area to make sure there were no other threats. He knelt before your chair, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey Y/n. Are you okay?”

A whimper escaped your lips when you tried to respond. Seeing Jim felt like a miracle. It was unreal.

Jim cut the ropes and carefully helped you stand up. He gripped your arms when you lost your balance, wrapping one arm around your waist to keep you steady.

Everything you’d been through crashed down on you as you felt the warmth of Jim’s body next to yours. The kidnapping, the fear.

“Bruce…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Where was Bruce? Was he okay?

Did Jeremiah hurt him, did he–

You were trembling.

Bruce appeared in front of you, pulling you into his arms. He was breathing heavily and his hair was a mess, his clothes ripped.

But he was alive.

You threw your arms around him, clinging to him for dear life. Tears stung in your eyes as the realization slowly set in – you were safe. Everything was alright.

Bruce returned the hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His shaky breath hit your skin as he held you with just as much desperation. His shoulders slowly fell and he relaxed into the embrace, his breathing slowing down until he was just holding you, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You buried your face in his shirt, trying your best to breathe slowly. Trying to remind yourself that it was over – Jeremiah was gone. He couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“It’s okay,” Bruce mumbled, “you’re safe.”

He slowly lifted his head, shifting his weight so he could raise a hand to your face. His fingers stroked over the skin of your cheek.

A shiver went down your spine.

You slowly looked up at Bruce. Your heart stumbled in your chest. He was staring at you with what you could only describe as awe and adoration, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

Now that you were looking at Bruce, you couldn’t stop. You took in every tiny feature of his beautiful face – the dark eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, the tiny scar next to his nose where you’d once hit him with a pan by accident when you’d tried cooking something for Alfred…

Eventually, your gaze settled on Bruce’s lips and remained there. The desire to kiss him hit you in the gut with an intensity you’d never felt before.

“Y/n?”

Bruce looked at you with a light frown on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes trailed over your face with a hint of worry.

“Are you okay?”

You managed a nod, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip. Before all of this insanity happened, you’d wanted to confess to him. Were you still brave enough to do it now?

Bruce must have mistaken your worries for fear. He lifted his other hand, cupping your face in his palms while he looked at you with soft but serious eyes. His brows furrowed together.

“You’re safe now. Jeremiah can’t get to you, don’t worry. I won’t ever let him touch you again, I swear.”

You smiled shakily, trying to suppress the shiver running up your spine. He just sounded so serious and protective… like he really meant it.

Bruce caressed your cheeks, his thumbs softly running over your skin. He just looked at you, the frown on his face disappearing and making space for what you could only describe as adoration.

The pure softness and – dare you say – love shining out of his warm brown eyes was overwhelming.

Bruce took a deep breath. His eyes wandered over your face, flickering to your lips for a second before he practically ripped his gaze away. He gulped, slowly opening his mouth.

“Y/n, I– There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while. I– I know this is a lot, especially after today but–“

You were listening with growing disbelief. Your heart hammered against your ribcage. Was he really saying what you thought he did?

Bruce lowered his head as if he was scared to look at you. “I love you.”

You couldn’t describe the chaotic emotions that battled in your chest. The confession rendered you speechless. You had to just stand in silence and breathe for a while.

“Really?” you finally managed to ask.

Bruce chuckled under his breath.

“Yes, really. I’ve been in love with you for years. And if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay–“

You cut him off, tugging him towards you by his sweater and pressing your lips to his.

Bruce froze.

He recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around you as he returned the kiss with a passion that took your breath away.

You heard Jim’s voice somewhere in the background but it was muffled, as if it were coming from far away.

One of your hands grabbed hold of Bruce’s black sweater, pulling him even closer to you. He tightened his arm around you in return, cupping the back of your head with his other hand.

Butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach.

Bruce slowly broke the kiss. He didn’t pull away from you completely, just lingered, his lips inches from yours. Your shaky breaths mingled.

You just stared at him for a moment, still caught up in the feeling of Bruce’s lips on yours.

Jim loudly cleared his throat.

“This is so cute and I’m glad you’re finally together – but you should really go home. You need to process what happened.”

You forced yourself to look away from Bruce and nodded.

“Thank you.” you said softly, hoping it could express not only how grateful you were that Jim had come to rescue you, but also that he cared about you enough to want you to be safe.

Jim gave you a small smile before he walked back over to the GCPD officers to check in with them.

You reached for Bruce’s hand, smiling to yourself when he locked his fingers with yours.

“Do you need to call Alfred?”

Bruce nodded. He borrowed a phone from one of the officers and dialed Alfred’s number. He had to sit through a long lecture about safety and how he had endangered you as well, before Alfred finally hung up.

You grinned in amusement when Bruce gave back the phone and looked at you with exaggerated annoyance.

His face quickly softened as he lifted his free hand, swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said in a low voice, “I love you and I will protect you, whatever happens.”

You leaned into his touch, smiling softly while you looked at Bruce.

“I love you too.”

Finally being able to say it out loud felt almost unreal.

A bright grin spread over Bruce’s face in response. He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you softly.

You buried your hands in his hair, closing your eyes as everything around you faded away. The only thing that mattered was Bruce.

If being with him felt like this, you couldn’t wait for what the future would bring.

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Hello Author-san! If you have time... I'd like to request Gotham characters realizing they've been a total douche towards [name].

I re-read all your stories recently (still amazing, like I'm reading them for the first time amazing) and I noticed that a lot of Gotham people(😆) are (most of the time) always very mean towards [name] even when [name] always clean up after them 🤔

I just wanna see them realize [name] needs some love too- 😤

Take care Author-sannnn 💛

Awwww it's so cute, thank you for your request and compliments ♥️ They weren't the best frenemies I have to say and often are ungrateful little brats with her indeed.

Don't worry, Y/N doesn't mind at all. If anything, she finds their hostility amusing. Especially coming from Oswald and Edward who she sees as moody teens: claiming they hate you but desperately asking for your help when they aren't able to do the most simple thing. The irony is just *chef kiss* 😂

It was quite hard to write about Jim since he's so attached to the law, what's right and wrong. Being a little bit nice with Y/N is as hard for him as beeing genuinely nice with Oswald. But he realizes she can be good, sort of.

Warning: English mistakes, it's not my first language, I'm working on it. Violence, bad words.

Oswald Cobblepot

"That freaking harlot!"

He was fuming, as his phone was crashed against the hard wood of his desk, Oswald cursed again thinking about the end of his call with Y/N.

Behind him, Victor watched their boss screeches like an angry bird, slapping the poor device again and again. Penguin was easy to anger, he thought. So easy, his dear wife made it a sport to irks him as many times as she could per day.

He felt his own phone buzz in his heart pocket. She broke another record doing it, he knew, winning their bet in doing so in less then 30 seconds. He owed her a calzone.

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING AREN'T YOU VICTOR?!"

The killer first blinked. Admiring a new shade of red growing on Cobblepot's furious face. Then, shrugged in carefree way.

"I KNEW IT! Stop thinking about this stupid excuse of a woman!" yelled the little man while finishing the massacre of his now dead phone.

"Boss." He called.

"Whut now, Zsasz?!"

"Why don't you just stop working with Y/N? You can't stand her and know I'm perfectly able to annihilate about anyone in town... " Victor stated flatly.

Oswald scoffed like the bald man had insulted his dear mother. "That's utterly stupid!" He said, now throwing him a hard glare, soon joined by another scoff. "Your idiotic wife is irking, acting like she owns any freaking place she's standing in, is demanding ridiculously high compensation for anything she's asked to do"

The killer nodded at each point made, making a few "Uh-uh" here and there.

"But she's useful. And I don't have to explain every steps of my plans to her, because she already knows, Victor. That damn woman is already en route to do the job before I even have to open my mouth!" Penguin yelled angrily. At him, her or about the fact that he recognized some qualities to the woman? Zsasz didn't know.

And didn't even have the time to ask, since Oswald was now pointing him with an accusating finger. "THAT makes her, and trust me it's killing me to say it: valuable. Very valuable. But also dangerous. And you're suggesting that I stop working with her?! For what? My rivals to contact her immediately and ask her to annihilate me? When she's rivaling freaking mediums when it comes to predict my next actions?! You're very capable with your guns, but against her?! This snake-woman would destroy YOU and ME. Or more likely will use YOU to destroy ME. No. Way. Not a chance! "

Zsasz raised a bored brow. "So much faith in me, boss. It stings you know."

Still in front of him, Cobblepot slammed his elegant cane on the hard floor. "It's faith in her that I have, faith to make you do whatever she wants, without even have to break a sweat", Oswald deadpaned.

"Order me to kill her then." Shrugged the henchman without any emotion on his face or in his tone.

Cobblepot jolted like the thunder hit him. "What?!" He whisper-yelled. "Are you MAD?!" Now he was definitely yelling. "Aren't you her husband?! How dare you even suggest it?!" Pacing around like a lion inside of its cage, Penguin now used his cane to point at him. "First you want to put her on the side, taking her job, and now you want to shoot her to death?! Yes, of course, the woman deserves a strike from Karma, but this! You're supposed to be ready to die for your lover VICTOR, not be ready to be the one killing them!" Zsasz was pretty sure the walls were shaking with how loud the new King of Gotham was.

All of sudden, Oswald froze, his cane still pointing at him and his eyes wide. "You don't deserve her." He whispered before his voice was back to normal. "I forbid you to do it, Victor. I absolutely forbid you to even point the barrel of your gun at any part of her body, do you hear me?"

Zsasz's face was still blank as he shrugged and nodded. "Fair mistake, thought you hated her you know. Just wanted to help here."

Oswald gritted his teeth angrily. "If anything, be grateful for all the work she does and the affection she's showing you, when all you deserve would be her incredible silver tongue to work against you and make you stab yourself in the knee."

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Oswald Cringebblepot

Go find Ed. I need to talk to him.

Y/N

Already called him, he's on his way.

Oswald Cringebblepot

Thank you. And good work.

Y/N

Did you let Strange play with your brain again Oswald?

Oswald Crazbblepot

I'm just being polite, harlot. Doesn't hurt to be from time to time.

Y/N

Ok, Creepbblepot.

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-------- 1 New Message --------

Victor Zsasz

I'm formally forbidden to shoot you.

Y/N

My, oh my. Look at how tables have turned. Thought he would want me dead after my last pun on the phone.

Victor Zsasz

Reverse psychology.

Y/N

You never cease to amazed me.

Victor Zsasz

What can I say?

I do good work.

Y/N

👌👏

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EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

Calling Y/N, the second most prolific assassin in town, names was at this point a constant for him.

She never held any grudge against him for that, still answering his messages whenever they came and teasing him to no end. So what's changed?

Seated on one of the sofa's of his hideout, Riddler was intensely watching his phone. More exactly the last message sent to the woman, that she saw, he could tell, but which she didn't answer. 3 hours without a single irritating "Riddlie, RiddLame or Riddl-ED". What happened?

"Cat got your tongue? Would be the first time. Not so surprising to finally see your microscopic wit running dry." He sent.

Again. A simple "seen" under his text, but no answer. Not a single word. He tsked, clearly irritated.

"Not so surprising to get no answer when all you do is insulting her intelligence." Muttered a well-known voice from the mirror standing in the corner of the room.

"Shut it. Her so-called intelligence is nothing compare to our genius. Pointing it out isn't even an insult, it's just a fact" Snapped the man in green.

"Genius. Yes, that's what we are. But she's no simpleton. Far from it actually. And even you know that. You should be nicer with her... " Answered his reflexion in a shy voice.

"I. Said. Shut it. ED. Don't start to try to put some sickly sweet sentiments into the link I share with Y/N." Said Riddler angrily while facing the damn mirror, his eyes glaring at those much more softer he saw in front of him.

"Our link." Ed slowly answered.

Stunned by his words, Riddler felt more than he saw his head moving slightly back from the shock. "What?" He now whispered.

"Our link. Y/N is my friend too. She was even before she knew you", Ed said, straightening his shirt awkwardly.

This time, his whole body jolted. His mouth opened wide incredulously. The surprise was short though, soon replaced by hot anger.

"Friends? She didn't even talk to you, stupid! Just answered the riddles you wrote on a ridiculous card for Kringle and forgot in the interrogation room, like the idiot you are. Y/N happened to be here waiting for Jimbo to question her. You call that being friend?!" Riddler mocked.

Ed lowered his eyes but still shrugged. "She knew someone was behind the tainted mirror and ask them to tell the author of the riddles it was quite good. It was nice. And friendly." He argued.

"You're being delusional." Deadpaned Riddler. The man glanced at his phone again, in case this crazy conversation made him miss a notification from her.

"Who is delusional thinking about calling a friend someone he always mocks and insults?" Ed's voice taunted. Who would have thought the poor and nice little Ed had that in him?

"Don't. Just don't try to make me feel guilty Ed. Y/N isn't your fragile Kringle or your damn librarian! Calling each other names but still answering when being contacted IS how our friendship works. Always have been and will always be." Riddler spat, gritting his teeth angrily.

"So we can so brilliantly see." Ed chastised, his eyes opening comically as he lifted the hand holding his phone tightly.

"Y/N is a practical and logical woman, Ed. She 100% KNOWS it and don't need any praise to feel secure or any kind of exterior validation to acknowledge the brilliant mind she already knows she has! Her confidence as well as her sharp mind are why I like her so much! And it's also why she's MY friend. "

He saw the hurt he caused on Ed's face. The ex-forensic was left with no answer, his mouth wide open in shock.

"You know, I'm Ed's friend too, RiddLack-of-gentleness. But thanks for your lovely words, got me all flustered, RidDEar" Came Y/N's flat voice from his right hand. When did he call her? One look at his reflexion answered him. Ed was smiling like a kid seeing his prank working even better than he first imagined.

Now it was Riddler's turn to turn pale, opening stupidly his mouth but with no sound coming from it.

"Cat got your tongue?" The woman mocked.

Was it a screech which finally came from him? A high pitched scream? He wasn't too sure. But a very shameful sound, it was certain.

"Oh." She sounded confused for a second. "Bad time maybe? Never thought about Narcisse doing anything else than drowning himself..." Her innuendo made him livid, but still too shocked to answer intelligibility.

"Didn't want to interrupt your little self-care time dear. My texts weren't working so I called. I'll call back later" She was now purring, ending the call before he collected himself enough to yell at her.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Finally boomed his voice in direction of the mirror.

"Let her know how precious she is to us" Sang Ed's voice just before he disappeared, letting Riddler see his disheveled and sweating state. Joke was on him. Definitely.

JIM GORDON

"... I don't understand. I fucking don't understand."

Rambling like a mad man was becoming his habit. A bad one if you ask any sane person. But here in Gotham? He was simply getting acclimated to the city.

"How the hell can you take it so fucking well?!" He asked Harvey, watching the old cop who was calmly sipping his coffee and enjoying a maybe too greasy donut.

Said cop stopped his chewing for a second, his eyes looking something on his right like he was contemplating what to say.

Earlier this day, Jim woke up with one of Y/N's creepy texts. A simple "RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TATAT". Last time she sent something similar, the GCPD's HQ was attacked by some crazy wannabe gangster with machine guns. So it wasn't that surprising that he carried the goosebumps with him all day, right?

Why would she inform him about an imminent attack? He didn't know. Didn't understand last time and still doesn't now. Not like he formed any kind of friendship with her. On the contrary. A simple look at his texts to her was enough to tell.

He swore he would be the one finally putting her behind Black Gates' bars. Not Arkham. She wasn't insane, or so he thought. He wasn't so sure anymore...

"Why?" He muttered again, taking his head between his hands and deciding to sit in front of Bullock. "Why am I the only one shocked by the fact that this psychopath not only sent me her creepy text but also sent it to the boss, Alvarez and you?!" He snapped.

Harvey shrugged while gulping the last drops of his beverage. "You'll get used to it." The older man finally said.

Gordon made a face. "She's a fucking criminal! Not a fellow cop, not a snitch, a freaking killing machine walking around without a care in the world. What's wrong with you guys?!"

Bullock let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his scruffy jaw in a tired way. "Neutral Evil." He finally said.

"Uh?" Asked Jim, his brow rising slowly as he leaned in his co-worker's direction.

"Neutral Evil." Harvey repeated slowly. "When the kid started to save our arses sporadically, we asked our psychiatrists to work on her case again. They decided she was Neutral Evil." He developed.

"... Sounds like a D&D thing." Gordon muttered incredulously, making Harvey laugh loudly. "Well it is, two of them are freaking nerds, always babbling about this thing. What amaze me is that you know about it. Should go play with them next Sunday if we're still breathing." He mocked, earning the middle finger from the younger cop.

"Heard kids talking about it in town. Debating which side they were going to play", Gordon detailed, making Bullock hummed and nod absently.

"Our own grown up childchiatrists took ages to decide if we had to call her Neutral or lawful Evil, since the woman has some sort of honor code." He rambled. "But, and I'm quoting them here: "Since she's a selfish little piece of shit and doesn't give a fuck about using / killing anyone for her own purpose which doesn't seem to be some sort of anti-hero or noble villain goal", they decided she was Neutral.""

Gordon nodded, waiting for more and making Harvey sigh even more. "They also stated that she was helping us because we were useful to her, in a way or another. As soon as we'll stand between her goal and her, she'll most likely put a bullet between our eyes." The older explain with a detached face.

"And you all go with it like it's something perfectly normal? How is that supposed to help me feel better?!" shouted Jim incredulously.

"Well it's not. If anything, it's supposed to make you understand that you're safe. For now. Which, in this good ol' city, is a fucking luxury let me tell you", answered the other cop in a harsh tone, his wrinkles even more accentuated by the displeased frown he was wearing.

Now that he was looking at it more intensely, Gordon noticed a little frown on the corner of Harvey's mouth. "There's more." The young cop said.

"Uh?" Asked Harvey, who leaned back in his seat. His porture seemed tensed. "What now, what are you talking about?". He growled.

"There is something more with Y/N. Something you're not telling me." Said the young cop suspiciously. And the reaction he got from Bullock just confirmed it.

"You all but quoted psychiatrists, only carefully talking about what their opinion is. But never put yours. It's not like you, we both know you're far more judgemental than this and usually don't hesitate to tell everyone what you think about someone or something. So, what are you hiding, Harvey?" He asked lowly, paying attention to not be heard by their co-workers.

Bullock's eyes grew wide for only a second. A little second which definitely convinced Gordon to dig further. "What. Harvey?" He pressed.

The other cop tsked angrily then cursed a few times. "Ok. Ok. Just fucking stop frowning like I was confessing a murder or you'll get the whole damn room's attention." Harvey spat in a hushed tone. He took a long minute to inspire deeply. "Remeber when you were abducted by those crazy salary men, who decided to organize hunger games for a fucking job?" Jim nodded slowly.

"Who do you think helped us finding you? Uh? A little angel in charge of your freaking safety? Sorry to tell you this, but your angel likes black leather and rocket launchers a little too much." Jim opened his mouth to protest, or, at least try to argue that she may have needed him in one of her twisted evil plans.

But Harvey made a 'no' with his head. "You were tracking her like a hunting dog for the blowing of an entire building. If anything your death would have been better, for her." Said the older.

"Maybe not on long term", countered Gordon. "We now know she's quite good at scheming and being two or three steps ahead anyone. One skill she has in common with Cobblepot". He added.

Harvey nodded but still seemed pretty sceptical. "The betrayal too, then. Since she was the one who send a text to Montoya and Allen when her dearest husband came here to fetch you, mate."

Now that news totally stunned him. Jim was looking like a fish out of water. "Why would she-..." Harvey shrugged. "Maybe she knew Zsasz was quite in the mood to cut any members you wouldn't need to talk to Falcone that day. Maybe out of fucking generosity. Who knows. But the fact is she still saved your life, yes she did. And not only once." The older man grunted.

"She's a manipulative and a selfish bitch most of the time, yes she is. But I assure you, she's more Lawful-bullshit than our clowns of psychiatrists give her credit for. She's not good. Absolutely not. But I'm sure she has plans for Gotham, so much more than making it her little killing playground. What exactly? I do not know. But you seem to have earned a place in her grand scheme. As well as the Wayne kid, who she helped too by the way. Sometimes even for free." He said.

Jim closed his mouth but was getting paler. "She worked with the kid?!" He breathed, feeling panic starting to take his body.

"I also owe her my life, Jim. God knows I'm no good cop, but she still decided to keep me alive, sending me infuriating bullshit since she was 15. How do you think I was able to survive so long in this hell hole, aside from my natural charm, charisma and shady connexions? She's not good. But sometimes she isn't all bad."

The buzz of Gordon's phone brought back their attention to the room. He got it out of his back pocket, only to see a text from her: "10"

10 what? Guys, feets away from their HQ?

Another buzz. "9".

It was freaking seconds. She was sadistic enough to instigate this kind of nerves breaking game.

"8". He raised his head in total panic, quickly showing the texts to Harvey.

"7". "FUCKING HELL ! EVERYBODY TAKE COVER! NOW!"

"6"

Chaos. At Bullock's scream, all cops in the GCPD ducked under or behind something, pulling out their guns.

"5".

"Someone is going to shoot us!" Jim heard himself yell.

"4". "Get ready to open fire!"

"3"

"2"

"1"

A deafening explosion boomed outside, just in front of the GCPD's main gates. Nobody dared to move, or even breath. Ready to shoot at any moment.

But after a long minute and nothing happening, glances started to land on him and Bullock. So much, they felt the urge to bolt out of their hidding spot to rush near the doors, guns held firmly in their hands.

They exchanged a quick glance before slowly opening a door with one hand, the other ready to pull the trigger.

There, in front of the police station, was standing a white van. Well, more the white burning carcass of a van to be honest. The vehicle seemed to have been stopped brutally by a rocket. Disfigured corpses were laying all around it, staining the hard cold ground and the dirty snow in red.

"Fucking hell" Breathed Harvey on his left, getting is full attention on something planted directly on the snow.

"Is that... -" Jim started incredulously.

"A rocket launcher with a bow attached to it and a decapitated head where the rocket should be? Your answer is a fucking yes, Gordon", grunted Bullock also stunned.

Jim didn't even have the time to say something else. A little music suddenly resonated near where the rocket launcher was oddly standing. Exactly like the irritating music you would hear coming from a happy birthday card.

Gordon's phone buzzed again in his pocket and he quickly grabbed it.

------ 1 New Message -----

Y/N

Happy upcoming birthday Jimbo. Hope you liked my present.

-------- End of message ------

"What the hell" He muttered, looking at Harvey in hope of some kind of explanation.

The older cop blinked stupidly while looking at the text then put his attention back on the creepy present. Though his observations were cut short by Jim's shocked voice.

"There is something inside of the mouth" He said.

Both of them slowly approached the beheaded head. As soon as they reached it, the Happy birthday music stopped, replaced by a heavy silence. Jim raised his right hand and, with caution, put the mouth apart, grabbing something solid and sticky from all the blood.

"What is it?" Pressed Harvey while nervously glancing around.

Jim opened his hand with a grimacing face, only to see a rectangular shaped plastic thing. "USB key", he whispered.

Again, the happy birthday music came to life. Only a few meters from them, making them jump in surprise. Here, standing on the other side of the road was Y/N, her arms nonchalantly crossed under her breasts. Her face flashed a quick sadistic grin, just before she raised her right hand in the air, her index finger pointing at something behind them.

Harvey and him followed her cue to look and turned around, only to see a huge advertising panel, which had on it Galavan's face and a "Vote Galavan" just under it. The two turned in her direction again, just in time to see her making a ridiculous "hello" motion with her hand then turning on her heels to disappear in a shady alley.

"Do you think the gang she shot and Galavan have something to do with each other?" Tried Harvey. The old man looked at his still very pale face, seeing his eyes glance at the USB key.

"Probably." He whispered.

"Well, seems like we'll live to see another day", said Bullock casually, trying to make him come out of his muteness.

What was it all about? Thought Gordon. Suddenly, he remembered the brief exchange he had with the woman about Galavan and his suspicions concerning his true motives for the city. Was she trying to help?

------- 1 New Message ------

Jim Gordon

Why did you helped us?

Y/N

Pretty sure the happy birthday musical card was enough of a cue for you to figure it out, Gordeaf.

Jim Gordon

Just because my birthday is in two days, you decided to save the whole GCPD with taking those thugs lives? Excuse me to be suspicious.

Y/N

It wasn't my gift, Jim. This was a mere bonus.

Jim Gordon

Why the USB key then?

Y/N

Since you were lacking elementary common sense during our last little chit chat session, I decided to offer you one. Make a good use of it.

Jim Gordon

What Alvarez, my boss and Harvey had to do with it?

Y/N

Nothing. They're too handsome, talented or stupidly fun to be wasted on a petty little shooting. Have a nice day on the Good side James.

--------- End of messages ------

"My ego wants to identify as the handsome or talented one, but I'm pretty sure I'm the stupidly fun one" grunted Harvey who was reading the whole conversation from above his shoulder. "Meh, still alive and grateful for it", he added just before padding his shoulder friendly.

"Yeah. Still alive and grateful for it. I supposed", Jim hesitantly replied.

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The Killing Moon

Slight AU: What if the Joker broke out of Arkham and grabbed Y/N?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: lots of angst, kidnapping, threats against children, torture mention (not explicit), breakdown, panic attack, basically this is just angsty af

Word Count: 3314

A/N: Here’s the angsty bonus chapter I mentioned! No request for this, it was just bouncing around in my brain. Pretty sure this can be read as a standalone, and I may have already planned out a part 2. Here’s the song this is named after. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Y/N knew something was wrong. She could not put her finger on it, but there was a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She put the book she was reading down and listened. There were footsteps in the main room, multiple sets. Her heart jumped into her throat. She did not even think as she grabbed the small remote off the coffee table and hit the button. After they had been unable to contact each other during the Riddler’s black out, she had built an alert system into Bruce’s tech and a panic button for herself. Better safe than sorry, that was what he had told her after she explained it, if you even think you’re in danger, hit the button. She was reluctant to go out of the door into the main room, but she could not risk whoever it was getting upstairs to the kids.

“You.” The other four men in the room meant nothing to her the moment she laid eyes on the man stood in the middle.

He tried to smile at her, his horrifically scarred skin pulling up into a grimace. Not that it mattered, his smile was permanent anyway. “You remember me then, princess?” He took a step forward and she forced herself not to take one back. “Your husband’s not home, the butler either.”

“What do you want?” Her voice shook as she took in the guns in the hands of his goons. She suddenly felt very exposed in the t-shirt and shorts she was wearing.

“To talk to you.” He laughed and it sent shivers down her spine.

“About-”

“Y/N?”

They all turned around to look at Dick stood on the stairs.

“This must be the circus orphan.” The man tried to smile again.

Y/N could see the fear in Dick’s eyes as he looked at the guns in the men’s hands. Her protective instincts kicked in and she addressed the man without taking her eyes off Dick. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave my kids alone.”

The man turned back to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Anything?”

“Anything.” The word tasted bitter on her tongue.

“Deal, and I am a man of my word.” He turned to Dick. “Run back upstairs now.”

Y/N knew Dick was waiting for her to say something. “Go into the nursery, lock the door. Look after your sister.” He went to protest. “Dick. Look after your sister.” She kept her voice level and stern. Dick hesitated but eventually ran back up the stairs and they heard the nursery door close. Now all she had to do was play for time and hope Bruce was already on his way back. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

“Not here, princess. We can’t risk your husband coming back and interrupting our little chat.” He attempted to smile again, this one somehow looking worse than the last.

The goon to her left took a step towards her and she took an automatic step away from him, her heart jumping into her throat and the raw fear starting to set in.

The man tutted. “We made a deal, princess. You do whatever I want, and I don’t touch those two adorable children you have upstairs. So, it’s time to go.”

She had no choice as one of his goons grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the elevator.

***

Gunshots echoing through the hallways jolted Y/N out of her light sleep. He had had her for three days. At least she assumed it was three days based on the meals his goons occasionally brought her and the times they came to take her to the bathroom, in between his visits. She had so far refused to break down, it was the one thing she was holding onto, throughout all the fear and the pain, she would not give him that satisfaction.

She listened closer to the sound of running and fighting. This was her chance. She rolled off the bed and grabbed the pair of nails she had clawed out of the skirting board on her first night. Her finger nails were still bloody from it. She used one to jimmy open the lock on the cuffs that kept her tied to the bed. At least that was one skill Bruce never had to teach her. She did the same to the lock on the door, using both together this time, and stuck her head out into the hallway. It was empty.

It felt too good to be true, but she walked out cautiously anyway, forcing herself to take deep breaths and stay calm, she could break later. There was a loose pipe on the wall halfway down the corridor and she pulled it the rest of the way free. She held it in both hands and walked to the end of the corridor. There was a man stood around the corner and she raised the pipe above her head and brought it down on the side of his head. He crumpled to the floor and she was suddenly stood back on the walkway at Gotham Square Garden trying to save Bruce. She shook her head to clear the image and forced herself into a run as she navigated the corridors, trying to remember which way they had dragged her in.

She hit another guy over the head with the pipe before turning a corner and running straight into a large mass of black. Her brain was so far in survival mode that she did not even comprehend that it was Bruce. But he seemed to realise that because he immediately spun her around so her back was pressed against the hard plates of the suit, and gripped both of her wrists to stop her futile attempts at hitting him with the pipe.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me, honey, it’s me.” She stopped struggling against him but her grip on the pipe did not let up. “Let go, Y/N, you’re safe, you can let go.”

The pipe clattered the floor as she went limp in his grip, letting go in more ways than one. The panic and fear had set back in and she finally allowed herself break down. He shifted her so her back was against the wall and he could hold her up with one hand as his other ran up and down each side of her body, checking her over for any injuries. He found none other than red marks on her bare arms and legs, and her bloody finger nails.

“Y/N, what are these marks from?”

She could feel his eyes on her but the tears streaming down her face made it impossible to make out anything other than the mass of black that was the suit. His words did not register in her brain, the things she needed to know seemed more important. “The kids?” She choked out in between panicked breaths.

“They’re fine. Dick did exactly what you asked.” He brought a gloved hand up to her face, choosing not to ask about the marks again. “I almost had you.” His voice broke. “I saw him putting you in one of the cars, but then they split up and I followed the wrong one. It’s taken us three days to wear down the guy we grabbed into telling us where you were.”

“He knows.” She brought her hands up to his shoulders to try and steady herself, mentally and physically, as she spoke through the sobs still racking her chest. “He knows it’s you. That’s what he wanted from me. He put it together, figured out I’m the one building your tech. He wanted to know the weak points of everything I built. I didn’t tell him anything.” She needed him to know. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

“I know.” He nodded and tried to act like what she told him did not terrify him. “Let’s get you out of here.” He leaned down and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, like she usually did, and buried her face in the neck of the suit as she tried to get her breathing under control. The tears continued to fall down her cheeks as he started walking back the way he had come in.

“Did you come alone?” Part of her hoped he would not have, but the other part hoped he had, so he could take her straight home and she could put off everything that was going to happen with the police.

“No, Gordon and some other cops are here too. There’s medics waiting outside. I’m going to have to hand you over to them and then leave so I can get home before they call me.” He kept glancing around each corner to check the coast was clear. “But I’ll be there as soon as they do.”

“Don’t bring the kids, not yet.” She whispered against him.

“I won’t.” He promised as they rounded another corner.

“GCPD! Put your hands up.”

Bruce automatically spun around so his back was facing them as he pulled her closer to his chest, shielding her with the Kevlar of the suit.

“It’s okay, he’s one of ours.” Gordon told the other officers as Bruce turned back around to face him and he saw Y/N in his arms. “You’ve got her?”

His voice dropped slightly, back into Batman. “She’s fine. She’s just in shock.”

“Still, better get her to the medics.” Gordon turned back to the other officers. “I doubt he’s here anymore, but do one last sweep of the place.”

The officers departed to do as they were asked as Gordon led Bruce through the rest of the corridors. The paramedics walked straight over to them as they walked out of the front doors. Bruce explained to them that she was not hurt, just in shock, but did not let them take her from him. Much to their annoyance, he walked into the ambulance and placed her down onto the bed himself.

“I’ll see you soon.” He whispered so only she could hear as he leant down to lie her on the bed. The paramedics quickly ushered him out of the ambulance.

***

Alfred was waiting in the main room when Bruce got out of the elevator, still in the underlayers he wore under the suit but without the black make-up. Alfred watched him closely before speaking. “Was she there?”

“Yeah, I got to her first. They’ve taken her to the hospital. Have they called yet?” His hands fidgeted together and he kept his eyes on the floor.

“Not yet. How was she?” Alfred knew she was not badly hurt, Bruce would not have even bothered with coming home if she was.

“She broke down when she realised it was me. I don’t think he hurt her. Not badly at least, I couldn’t find anything other than red marks on her arms and legs, but I don’t know what they were from, and she didn’t tell me.” He sat down across from Alfred at the table, some of the tension from the past few days finally beginning to seep out of his body. “He knows. He knows I’m Batman, that’s why he took her.”

Alfred recognised the anguish in his voice. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known.”

“If I had just got back here a minute earlier-” He cut off as the phone rang and practically sprinted across the room for the it. “Hello?”

“Mr Wayne, it’s Lieutenant Gordon, we’ve found your wife. She’s fine, but she’s at Gotham General getting checked over. If you can meet me here I can fill you in on the details.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” He hung up before Gordon could say anything else.

“Shall I wake the kids?” Alfred had stood up and was watching him closely.

Bruce grabbed his coat, not even bothering to change into more appropriate clothing. “No, she asked me not to bring them, not yet at least.”

“Keep me updated. If you’re not back, I’ll tell Dick they found her when he wakes up.”

Bruce nodded and jumped in the elevator.

***

Gordon was waiting for him in the hospital waiting room and stood to greet him as he walked in. “Mr Wayne. If you’ll follow me, there’s a room where we can speak in private.”

Bruce nodded and followed Gordon down the hall and into an observation room the hospital staff had clearly told him he could use.

“Where is she?”

Gordon turned back towards him after shutting the door. “She’s just down the hall. We’re still trying to figure out why he took her, she’s not been very talkative since we found her. But that’s to be expected, she went into shock pretty quickly. But from what she has said, we know he used electric shocks to try and get her to tell him something.”

Bruce leant back against the desk behind him, making no attempt to hide the pain that must be written all over his face. He dug his nails into his palm and forced himself to breath. He felt sick, now the red marks on her bare skin made sense.

Gordon gave him a minute to pull himself together. “Other than that, she’s just kept asking for you. I know I asked before, but do you have any idea why he would target your wife?”

Bruce shook his head, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay, she’s just down here.” Gordon led the way down the corridor. “She was sleeping, but the nurses said you could go in once you got here.”

Gordon left him once they were outside the door and walked back down the corridor. Y/N was still sleeping when he walked in. Or at least, he thought she was. When he turned back after shutting the door, she was looking at him. She sat up and reached out to him and he wasted no time crossing the room to her. She gripped onto him, glad he was no longer in the suit and she could feel him, and buried her face in his shoulder. He pressed his lips against her temple as he held her as close to him as possible.

“I’m sorry. They had guns, and they threatened the kids. I don’t even know how they got in.” She whispered into his shoulder.

He pushed her back, just enough to look at her, and moved a hand to her face. “You don’t need to apologise, you did nothing wrong. They got the elevator pass codes somehow. I don’t know how. I should have known.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulder. “You couldn’t have.”

“I should have looked harder for him when he broke out. I should have been there.” He screwed his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling.

“It’s not your fault.” She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to stop herself from crying again.

“Gordon told me what he did to you.” He opened his eyes to look at her as his voice broke and a few tears slipped down his cheeks. “All because of me.”

“And me.” His tears brought on her own as she tried to reason with him. “He grabbed me because of what I build. I chose to help you, Bruce. It’s not your fault.”

“You keep getting hurt because of me.” He dropped his head forward.

“No, Bruce. Look at me. Look at me.” She took his face in her hands and forced him to look back up at her. “I chose to climb up that support in Gotham Square Garden. I chose to build everything I did. I chose to help you. That’s all on me. And I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, and I’m fine with everything that entails.”

His voice caught in his throat so he just leaned forward and kissed her.

***

“Y/N!” Dick collided with her the moment her and Bruce stepped out of the elevator.

“Hey, kiddo.” She ran her fingers through his mop of black hair as her other arm returned his embrace.

“Are you okay?” He pulled back to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I promise.” She forced a smile and he let go of her. She looked towards Alfred, who was stood in the middle of the room with Grace in his arms.

“Mama.” Grace made grabby hands towards her as she tried to wiggle out of Alfred’s grip. “Mama!”

Y/N complied; crossing the room and taking her out of Alfred’s arms. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?” Grace babbled some unintelligible words into her neck. Y/N smiled and pressed a kiss to her head as she tried to stop herself from crying again.

“I made you something!” Dick announced.

“Did you?” She smiled weakly at him.

“Yeah!” He tugged on Bruce’s sleeve. “Can you help me get it?”

Bruce glanced from her to Dick and back again. He seemed reluctant to leave her alone for even a minute, but he went with Dick anyway. Y/N was glad because it left her alone with Alfred.

“How are you?” He turned to face her.

“I’m fine.” She gave him a small smile, knowing he could see straight through it, before asking what she really needed to know. “How was he?”

“Beside himself. He was barely functioning, the only thing dragging him out of the station were the kids. Even then, Grace kept asking for you and it sent him spiralling.” He sighed. “I think he came close.”

“Close to what?” She adjusted Grace in her arms.

“To breaking his code. If you ask me, it’s a good thing they didn’t find the guy.”

She screwed her eyes shut and took a deep breath as she held Grace closer to her. Alfred walked forward and laid a hand on her arm. She wiped quickly at her eyes as they heard footsteps in the hall. They turned back around as Dick and Bruce walked back in, carrying two plates of cupcakes between them.

Y/N plastered a smile on her face and tried not to dwell on what Alfred had said. “You made all these?”

“Alfred helped. But I did all the decorating!” Dick proudly pronounced.

“They look amazing.” She leaned down to get a better look but had to stand back up straight away when Grace tried to grab one. “Oh no, you can’t have one. At least not a whole one.” She readjusted Grace so she was completely out of reach of the cakes. “Dick, why don’t you go and pick a movie and we can just have a chill day in the living room, eating cake?”

“Okay!” He disappeared, the plate of cupcakes still in his hand.

“I’ll put those ones back in the fridge.” Alfred took the plate from Bruce and left them alone.

Bruce walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She leant into him as Grace reached out a hand towards him and he let her grab his fingers. She tried to let go of the tension in her body. “We’re okay.”

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“We’re okay.” He repeated back to her, pressing his lips against her hair, but neither of them really believed it.

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