#Jim gordon fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

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.

[lem0nshark-writes]

"Thief"

Jim Gordon & Teen! Gn Reader

Type: platonic/familial fluff

Word count: 939

Warnings: reader's gender is not specified, no pronouns used for the reader, reader can be read as any gender, platonic/familial fluff, Jim Gordon is a softie, father figure Jim, sneaky reader, stealing

Request: "So I wanted to request a Jim Gordon x male/gn!teen! Reader (plutonic obviously)? R is kinda like Selena were they are out on the streets but are good at stealing/breaking into peoples places. They don't want to admit it but Jim is kind of a father figure to them, even though he's trying to catch them because R is like this vigilante who won'leave him alone. U can make it angsty or fluffy or whatever I'm just in desperate need of father figure! Jim Gordon (I blame my, well, father figure issues)"

A/N: Hey I'm so sorry this took so long to post and that it's so short and I don't know if this is something you had in mind, but the idea came into my mind and seemed cute so here it is! I hope you like it! And if it's not to your liking or what you had in mind feel free to send a message or ask and we shall fix it up or write something else!

Gotham was running another mayor election after the last misfortunate events leading up to loss of the last one, just like a couple of months back. Nothing new.

Though new elections meant new press meetings with the fresh promising candidates, and new press meetings meant lots of rich people on one spot, and that meant plenty of bounty for you.

You loved that kind of stuff, everyone was so close together and staring at the randos talking on the stand that none of them noticed you slipping by and stealing everything and anything that could be stolen and valuable. Easy peasy.

This was one of those events. There was a big crowd of people gathered in front of a small man with a funky hairstyle dressed all in black, through their talk overhearing his name was Oswald Cobblepot, asking him questions about his plans for the future of the city of Gotham. Phew like Gotham had any future, you thought to yourself.

Slipping around people, turning around their pockets and wallets ever so swiftly you quickly made your way through the crowd. The people gathered were unnecessarily loaded that by the time you went through half of them your pockets were nearly full. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction but before you were going to bolt to a safe spot to ditch all the IDs and other identifiers of your ususpecting victims and hide your bounty before going for more, you decided to go for another one that looked particularly rich.

Woman dressed in the fanciest suit your eyes ever laid on and carrying a probably equally as expensive bag that she so bit too carelessly flung around her shoulders made her the perfect target.

Sneaking up behind her you reached your hand into her purse, digging yourself up a rather thick wallet. Your eyes sparkled at the sight. But before you could pull the wallet completely out of the purse someone grabbed your wrist tightly, wiggling the wallet right out of your hand before tossing it carefully back into the bag and dragging you by the same wrist out of the crowd and to the side.

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at the startle and your eyes widened knowing you're in big trouble, but the panic slowly simmered down when you noticed who the owner of the said mean hand was and you mentally let out a sigh of relief.

It was none other than Jim Gordon.

That man was always up your business, never letting you rest. Always somehow being there to stop you from doing something dumb, whether you liked it or not.

But you're not going to lie, his nosyness and continued persistence to stop you at your tomfoolery has gotten you out of more trouble than you can count and you are forever grateful for that. Not that you would ever admit it to him.

"What.are.you.doing.here??" Jim asked through a loud whisper.

"Nothing much, just wanted to listen to the speech of-.. -Oscar Clobblepot over there-" you said with a lil smirk, totally thinking you nailed that name.

Jim mentally facepalmed himself, "that is so not his name-.. and I know you're not! Now empty your pockets now-" he urged you, stern expression on his face.

"Hey no way, I earned that fair and square!" you protested at him but he didn't seem amused.

"Empty those pockets right now kid or I'm taking you to the precinct," he threatened, one threat he always made when you're annoying him too much and getting into too much trouble but he never actually did, and he never would and you know it but still you listened to him nevertheless.

With a frustrated sigh and an annoyed expression you hesistantly got to unloading your bounty into an evidence bag he pulled from his coat jacket.

"You always carry those around?" you asked bit weirded out he just has them on him at all times.

"You never know. Especially when you're around," he mocked a bit, but with no ill intentions behind his words, on which you sticked your tongue at him.

Once you fully unloaded all your pockets, not including a rather expensive looking necklace you hid in your shoe that he totally knew about but didn't mention or request, Jim was left with two big bags of all sorts of jewelry, credit cards and bunts of money.

He looked up at you with disbelief and doneness mixed in his expression, "really?"

"Hey one's got to ensure themselves!" you replied lifting your hands up in the air in defense, small devilish smile forming on your lips.

Jim sighed rubbing his face with his free hand, being so done with you.

"Alright, now scram! And if I see you doing this again you're spending a night in the cell!" he slipped a 50 into your jacket pocket, a little thing he always did when he caught you stealing thinking it would hold you off but also so he made sure you ate that night, as he threatened, both of you knowing that's a threat he'd never make true, growing quite a soft spot for the little rascal that you are ever since he first met you.

"Okay c'ya Jimmy! Party pooper! Thanks!" you added jokingly as you swiftly made your way to the nearest alley, disappearing in it.

"Hey I told you not to call me that!" he yelled after you jokingly, secretly loving the little nickname you gave him.

"Jimmy!" you yelled from the alley as you darted off to exchange your hidden bounty and look for the next victim you could annoy him with.

[maweallgotohell]

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

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Gotham Characters Going to a Winter Market with the Reader ☃️❄🐧���

Reader: no named gender/religion Warnings: short alcohol mention (in Harvey's part) & mention of canon murder (in Oswald's part - no spoilers though👍) Setting: probably the first season (I'm new to the fandom :))

Edward Nygma: Are you allergic to something or is there something that you dislike as much as he dislikes onions? He probably checked beforehand - which means that there will also be related riddles 😁 He also made sure to check the weather forecast, and pack accordingly. It would do him so good to be in a public space with someone he loves who's not afraid to be seen with him.

Barbara Kean: You'll definitely spend a lot of time on preparing, helping each other pick cute winter outfits, and making sure that they're warm enough for a long time. You two have some shopping to do🤗 She'll buy you anything you want. Food, clothes, accessories, you name it. If you aren't looking for anything, she'll make sure that you're included in her process of deciding what to buy. Which is so difficult: she looks good in anything - and will happily take that compliment ;)

Oswald Cobblepot: Oh no, this poor guy will probably be freezing by the end! When he does shady business, he's got a quick tempo, and meetings outside are usually for killing someone quickly, not for for walking through a big market twice to make sure that you haven't missed a booth, and certainly not for standing in the cold waiting for your food! Oswald's a quivering mess when you're on your way back. I guess you'll just have to...huddle together like penguins ;)

Jim Gordon: He had to reschedule so many times, it's a wonder the market is still there 😂 When he does finally have time though, it will be the most relaxing thing he's done in a long time. You'll often look towards him to see him smiling, body relaxed - save for the parts of him that are cold. I've never seen this guy wear a hat 😆 "Are you sure you're warm enough, Jim?" ("Do I need to warm you up?")

Harvey Bullock: Now him I can imagine with a hat 😄! Comfort's important to him, and that counts for his as well as the comfort of people he loves. He might not have lots of warm clothing articles on him - after all, he takes great care not to pack stuff that might slow him down on his job and in consequence keep him from spending time with loved ones - but he would be more than happy to hug you tight, and maybe buy you something like warmer gloves or a nice warm cap. Other than Jim, he'll also actually show up on one of the first tries. "To hell with the criminals! Let Santa deal with that during winter!" So you might even have time to go there together for more than once 🤗 The two of you will have a great time, just make sure that he doesn't drink too much mulled wine ;)

[sasheneskywalker]

batfamily fic recs which are told from an outsider’s perspective

the city carries ruins in its heart by nex_et_nox “Do you trust him?” Jim asked.

“Yes,” said Batman, unhesitating.

He didn’t know if he would ever like Red Hood. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to like working with him. He wanted to arrest the man. But if Batman trusted him, that would have to be enough for Jim.

Jim Gordon's evolving perspective on Red Hood.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jim Gordon & Jason Todd

playacting by nex_et_nox “So,” Jim said, “are you one of Wayne’s new kids?” Because only siblings acted that way toward each other, and it seemed like every time Gotham turned around, Bruce Wayne was adopting more kids. It was a reasonable question.

“What?” Jay asked. “No, I’m—” He paused. Very slowly, his head tilted as he looked over Jim’s shoulder in the most obvious way he possibly could.

Jim Gordon accidentally meets the "newest" member of the Wayne family.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jim Gordon & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map by ebjameston CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us Red Hood: He's fine where he is CPS: He's a minor Hood: Timbo, you a minor? Tim: Can't prove it CPS: I mean, I can. There are records – Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records

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A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office.

It's a weird day for Theo.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

Finding a New Perspective by njw “I got this, Hood.” Red Robin sounds annoyed as he arcs and twists through the air, kicking one henchman into another and wrenching the gun away from a third while simultaneously retracting his grappling line and then launching it to catch another unwary henchman. Just, how?

“I can see you do,” Red Hood says, and wait. Was his voice always that deep? Is he… Maya squints. Is he staring at Red Robin’s ass?

She blinks, then studies the line of sight more closely. Maybe he’s just checking out Red Robin’s kneecaps, in preparation for shooting at them? That seems more his style. Sexual attraction is kind of confusing and she still doesn’t totally believe Tosh that it’s actually as big a thing as people make it out to be—seriously, do other people really spend that much time thinking about it? Sounds fake but okay.

But no, Red Hood’s helmet is totally pointed at Red Robin’s ass. Huh. That’s new. * For the tumblr Jaytim Week 2021 Holiday Gift Exchange. Thanks, Chibi, for putting this all together!

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake/Jason Todd

seeing is believing by envysparkler Five times Agent Padilla has the wrong idea about her neighbors’ relationship, and one time she gets it right.

(Or: Natalia knew that Gotham was crazy, but she didn’t realize it was move-in-next-to-Nightwing-and-Deathstroke-the-Terminator-crazy.)

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

red by any other name by curiositea The first thing Leo thinks, when she sees the guy strapped to the chair, is that cable ties aren’t going to be enough.

or, a minor gang kidnaps the Red Hood’s “boyfriend”. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

Not Rated | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Original Character(s)

The Talking Cure by DariaHernandez Two vigilantes and a couples therapist walk into a room.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake/Jason Todd

The Horrible Lives of the Completely Sane by withthekeyisking Three civilian looks at the goings-on of the Wayne family.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batfamily Members & Original Character(s)

Training Day: Gotham City 911 Edition by Spee (birbsandbats) “Could you at least help me out here? The mall is about to explode!”

“Meh. It’s gone downhill since the Macy’s closed,” Pilar said.

“Meh??” Eric sputtered. “How can you not take this seriously?”

“The Riddler isn’t even an A level villain anymore. I think you and Robin can handle him, newbie.”

or: Eric Richards knows nothing about Gotham City--which would be fine, if he weren't its newest 911 operator.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | No Relationships

[shadowreader23]

Batfam prank fic (part 1)

Dick laughed as he  finished changing the color of the suit so it was Illuminous pink , and started adding glitter onto the suit as well. 5 minuotes later Dick stepped back seemingly pleased with his masterpeice clapped his hands together. And smirked.

"Time to get this show on the road." He thought to himself as Tim entered the cave

"Road work ahead?"  Tim quipped

Dick beemed in response it was common knowledge he was obsessed with memes and vines at this point,.

"Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!" He responded. He had tried to grow closer to Tim latley and it seemd to be working.

Tim looked at the batsuit now pink and sparkly and laughed for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"Why is the batsuit pink?" He asked

Dick grinned in response. Bruce has been even more of a downer latley and its annoying so im trying to liven thing up around here.

"Please tell me thats all you did" Tim said

"Nope!" Dick responded popping the P

"Your not going to tell me what else you did are you?" Tim asked

"No youll see later byt please don't tell bruce"

"Dont worry i wont but honestly this is a pretty boring prank" Tim jnformed his brother

"I'd like to see you do better!" Fick responded Tim relied on caffine for everything and was always tired there was no way he could sucessfuly prank anyone especially Bruce

"Your on!" Tim replied

"May the best brother win" Damien responded from his perch atop the rafter

"When did you get up there!" Dick exclaimed

"I need more caffine to deal with this" Tim groaned and went to make himself a coffee.

Dick hadnt no idea the chaos this would lead to.

Several hours later Bruce came down to the cave with Alfred and Barbara. She was visiting the Manor and bruce had offered her the use of the Batcomputer while the clocktower underwebt repairs.

The lights turned on as they entered the cave and they were all looking at a bright pink sparkly batsuit.

Alfred managed to keep a straight face while Barbara burst into a fit of laughter seing the terrifying batsuit covered in pink and glitter looked so ridiculous. She couldnt help herself. Bruces eye twiched he had a leauge meeting after this and currently no spare suita he had a spare cowl but that woud not help much. Reliuctantly he put on the suit and swapped out the cowl for the spare. He looked ridiculous. Dick watched cakling as Bruce left for his leauge meeting.

"Hey batman thats an uh intresting look you got going on there" flash said

Bruce gave him the most terrifying batglare he ever recieved and flash sped away.

Bstman made his way into the meeting room where Green Lantern burst into laughter

"Not a word" he said in his most threstning voice but he sounded like....Stitch...

"NIGHTWING!" He cursed

"Something tells me i should probably avoid the manor for a few days" Dick informed Alfred

"Master Richard i thought you had outgrown this phase" Alfred sighed remembering the last time a prank war had unflolded in the manor.

"On no Alfie this is just the begining" Dick smirked.

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Should i make more parts?

[raphinaloveschaos]

The City Is Poisoned. (Season 1)

A Gotham!Victor Zsasz X Fem!Cobblepot!Reader fanfic from s1 to s5.

Summary: After the death of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the city is about to never be the same again. Everybody knows that. Even being the loved younger sister of Oswald Cobblepot, you don't always know what your brother is up to, and your curiosity might get you to the most dirty and obscure parts of the city. A new kind of crazy people seems to be rising in Gotham, and you might get dragged into the whole mess without even noticing.

TW.: everything you see in the tv show but a little more explicit and detailed sometimes. +18.

CHAPTERS :

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] (COMING THIS WEEK!)

Author: I'M SO EXCITED!! love y'all!

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Rating: M

Ships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma (endgame); Oswald Cobblepot/Jim Gordon (temporary but substantial)

Fic summary: Jim and Oswald agree that the relationship between Edward Nygma and Lee Thompkins is a disaster waiting to happen, so they come up with a desperate plan: plant evidence that they're having a secret affair with each other to spark jealousy in Ed and Lee and draw them away from each other. Their plan is both complicated and helped along by simultaneous crises involving the brothers Valeska…

Chapter summary: Many meetings back at the Falcone mansion: Edward returns to check on Butch and Strange; Oswald returns from the battle with Ra's Al-Ghul and Jeremiah, and Tabitha is reunited with a newly cured Butch; Edward airs some concerns with Oswald, and they discuss their next steps.

…and we're back to the 7500-word chapters, which take a month to write.

One more Ed/Oswald sex scene coming in the next chapter! And yes, I raised the chapter count again because I'm a damned liar.

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Title: Santa's Helper

Pairing: Jim Gordon/Reader

Rating: R (language, reference to role playing)

Summary: Christmas Eve at the GCPD.

Notes: divider by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: none

“I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N. It just makes sense,” Stephens said with a shrug, an amused expression on his face.

“You’re my partner,” you said pointedly. “You’re supposed to have my back.”

The Chief of Police organized the toy drive every year for the precinct, selecting one squad to deliver the presents to the children at Gotham City Orphanage on Christmas Eve. This year, it fell to the Major Crimes Unit. You had been looking forward to delivering the gifts right up until the Captain insisted that a select few were to be dressed in festive costumes instead of your uniforms. He selected who would wear what, and much to your annoyance had chosen you to dress as an elf.

“You’re already shorter than everyone in the squad, and I can’t think of anyone that has more Christmas cheer,” Stephens continued, chuckling to himself.

It was easy for him to be so nonchalant about it, he had been assigned the role of police escort. You crossed your arms over your chest, eyes glaring daggers at the elf costume sitting on your desk.

“This supposed to be some kinda joke?” Flass asked, coming out of the bathroom in his Rudolph costume.

Stephens’ laugh renewed, one hand going to hold his stomach. This time you joined in with a chuckle of your own.

“Wonder who got Santa,” Stephens asked as his giggles began to die down. He looked around the bullpen at everyone’s desk.

“I don’t see the costume anywhere,” you replied. “Maybe he’s going for the whole ‘Santa’s busy delivering other presents so he sent his elves’ vibe.”

“Nah, there’s gotta be — Oh this just keeps getting better and better!” He was nearly doubled over in laughter, looking at something over your shoulder. Flass was also in a fit of laughter, apparently unfazed by the blinked, red nose on his face.

Turning to look, you quickly pursed your lips at the sight of Jim, dressed head to toe in the signature red and white suit with a matching hat and fake beard in each of his hands.

“Laugh it up, you two, just remember who does your schedule,” Jim called out to Flass and Stephens.

Your partner's laughter didn’t let up, nor did Flass’, the former chortling, “Aw, come on, Sarge, where’s your Christmas spirit?”

Jim rolled his eyes, but as soon as his gaze fell on the costume that still sat on your desk, his eyes lit up. Looking up at you, he smirked in somewhat satisfaction. “What are you waiting for, Detective? We’re leaving in just a few minutes. Go get your costume on.”

“Sarge, I’ll work doubles everyday for a month if I can just dress in my blues.”

“Absolutely not. If I have to dress as Santa, and Flass has to wear that reindeer costume all night, you’re gonna wear yours too,” he replied, coming to stand behind you. “Besides, what good is Santa without his elf?”

You groaned and swiped the costume up, going to the bathroom to change into it.

You had to hand it to whoever purchased the costumes, the material was not at all as flimsy as you anticipated. It was actually quite warm, something you thought had to be on purpose to protect the wearer from the blistering cold of Gotham City on Christmas Eve. Even the candy cane adorned socks were warm, and the buckled shoes were sturdy and comfortable.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you grimaced, deciding to go without the hat. You put your clothes into the package the costume had come in and came out to put it on your desk.

“Put it on,” Jim said, smirk on his face as he glanced at the hat in your hand.

“I don’t need it,” you tried to argue.

“Put. It. On.”

Frowning, you straightened out the hat in your hands and shoved it onto your head. Stephens was still laughing as he, Flass and the two other detectives on duty carried the presents out of the squad room.

“Now you,” you said, tipping your chin up at Jim.

Huffing as he tucked the Santa hat under his arm, he pulled the beard over his face, covering his thick mustache and bare chin with a fluffy, snow-white beard that fell to his chest. He pulled on the hat and put his hands out at his sides. “I look ridiculous.”

“How do you think I feel, Santa?” you asked, coming up to play with the ends of his beard.

“No, you look very cute,” he replied. “And look at it this way, at least you’re not gonna have dozens of kids trying to sit on your lap.”

You glanced around to be sure no one could hear you before stepping closer and saying, “Well, maybe later, if you’re not too tired, Santa’s Helper could have some time on your lap.”

“Not that that doesn’t sound like an amazing idea, but I think we’re supposed to give these back at the end of the night,” he replied.

“Well, that’s okay. I may have made a purchase a few weeks back,” you answered. “It’s not quite the full Santa costume, strictly speaking, they’re more like Santa shorts.”

“Shorts,” he repeated.

“Boxer briefs with white trim,” you answered. “It was supposed to be a gag gift, but then I started thinking about you wearing them and I got really turned on, so I bought something for me to wear, too.”

He arched a brow in interest. “I’m listening.”

“That will have to wait until after we deliver these presents, Santa,” you whispered into his ear.

“For Christsake, Y/N,” he mumbled as your colleagues came back in.

“We good to go, Sarge?”

“Yep!”

Delivering the presents to the orphanage had turned out to be quite the heartwarming experience. The kids had been more than grateful for the gifts, and Jim even managed to not have any of them wanting to sit on his lap.

The two of you managed to get home at around nine thirty, which was a miracle in and of itself.

“Alright, we’re home. Now can I see what you got?” Jim asked the moment the door was closed.

You chuckled at his eagerness. “Sure. I’ll bring out your shorts, too.”

“I’m gonna light the fireplace,” he said as you went into the bedroom.

You set your gun, badge and cell phone on the dresser before going into the closet and reaching behind the shoe rack pulling out the costume you’d bought and the boxer briefs you’d gotten for Jim. Laying out the underwear for him, you put your costume on, a velvet spaghetti strap red and white tank top and matching booty shorts. Taking down your hair, you ran your fingers through it to comb it out and looked yourself over in the mirror, deciding to go out barefoot.

Jim was just standing from having gotten the fire going, clapping the soot off his hands as he stood and turned toward you. His eyes slowly moved over you, taking you in from head to toe as he went up to you.

“Christ, you look good enough to eat in that,” he purred, his hands going to your waist as soon as you were within arm’s reach. Pulling you flush against him, he ran his hands over the fabric on your hips, glancing at the shorts in your left hand. “Those for me?”

“Mhm. We match,” you answered with a smirk. “You should put them on, I’m dying to see you in them.”

Leaning forward, he took your lips with his as he took the festive underwear out of your hand. Just as he began to deepen the kiss, his phone rang. You wouldn’t have thought anything of it, except your phone also began to ring. Jim groaned against your lips, pulling away to look down at his mobile. He cursed under his breath, looking back at you apologetically.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you said.

“We have to, we’re on call,” he answered.

You groaned, your head falling back.

“Let’s just hurry up and go,” he said, dropping a wet kiss on your throat. “And when we get back, I’m going to devour every last inch of you.”

Humming as a shiver ran over your frame, you looked back at him. “Okay.” You went to go back into the bedroom, when he tightened his hold on you, waiting till you looked back at him.

“Leave it on underneath,” he purred into your ear.

Your eyes widened as a smile fell on your lips. “So naughty.”

“Not nearly as naughty as it's gonna get after I get you home for good. Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping, cause Santa’s got a long night planned for his little helper.”

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•  Sequel to We Were Born Sick  & Wasteland   •  

XXX:   True Friends Stab You in the Front FFN | WP

"Hi, Ed." Bird kept her voice soft, not wanting to risk startling him.

With a gasp, he stepped to the side to get a better look at her and to make sure she was alone.

While his head was turned, Lucius managed to make it up a couple stairs higher but still nowhere close enough to save Bullock.

"Stay back!" He warned the arm with the gun flailing from side to side between her and Lucius.

"Is that it?" Bird asked, nodding to the gun, "Is that the gun you killed Oswald with?"

His breathing grew shallow, he took a few stumbling steps back.

Further unraveling.

Nygma stammered, clumsy mouth unable to form words.

He'd wondered what would happen when he crossed paths with Bird again.

Had accepted that he'd probably have to kill her too if she figured out what he'd done.

He'd expected blood-red rage. Her screaming and throwing things, having an absolute meltdown down and looking at him with nothing but pure hate for killing her best friend.

But he didn't know how to cope with the way she was looking at him with something edging on understanding and commiseration.

Something human.

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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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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟJerome Valeska* x singer reader*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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Jerome with reader who can sing really well? Hell yea

When you first stayed over at his, or more, when he first stayed over at yours (because he only has hideouts lol) you two planned on preparing dinner together.

You had so much fun, dancing around to your shared playlist while the soup cooked.

Jerome then offered to put out the plates so you could take a nice shower after that long day of yours.

You always sang in the bathroom. (I do that often lol u don't get me outta the bathroom in less than at least 2 hours.)

It was one of your safe spaces and it had an amazing acoustic almost like a staircase in a huge building.

You turned on your small speaker in the bathroom and sang along, letting all the stress from that day wash away with the vibrato in your voice.

You never noticed that you could hear yourself singing from all over the house because how could you when you were the one to sing?

When Jerome noticed it, he first thought it was just the music track and not you singing. He loves the song tho and so he got closer to the bathroom door until he eventually noticed that it was you singing.

You had an amazing voice. You liked to sing many genres but that day you went with something a little more classic, voila by Barbara Pravi but in the version of Emma Kok and Andre Rieu.

He was so touched by your singing, by all the emotion and effort you put into every single note, that he literally shed a fuckin' tear.

He let it slide for some time and didn't mention it. He just enjoyed it every time you sang for yourself.

Until one day he had such a rough and exhausting day that he came home ( he already moved in with you by that time) and you cared for him obviously. He just wanted to be held by you and so you sat on the couch, his favorite soup made, as he layed with his upper body on your lap, his head laying on your chest and you hugging him so you kinda cradled him and he told you about his day. After talking about it, he let out an exhausted sigh and you, being the overcaring queen you are, asked him what you could do or get to make him feel better.

There was a moment of silence. You thought he was thinking about it but he just contemplated whether to bring it up and ask or if he should just stay quiet.

But he really thought that would make him feel better, so he asked you to sing something for him. Just something calm and quiet to soothe his nerves.

You were a little surprised but agreed obviously. Anything to make him feel better.

After that, he complimented you for your amazing voice and that became a thing when he was exhausted. He always laid in your arms like a little child, but it was actually so cute. You loved how he wasn't scared to show a vulnerable side of himself to you and how he trusted you with every single bit of his being.

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Sorry, I haven't updated for a bit. School's taking up sum time, ya know :)

Anyway, have a nice rest of the weekend.

Bye :)

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Gotham Characters' Reactions to the Reader Being Stressed Because They Have a Lot to Do Part 1

Reader: gender-neutral (without any pronouns) Warnings: mentions of illegal ways to get a good grade

Edward Nygma:

He's very intelligent, so if the subject is nothing too niche he will learn about it himself. You might think that he wouldn't find the time, but this man once rearranged an entire room of folders in his free time (much to Kristen's dismay), and he's ready to put in more effort for you. If you had to learn something, he'd love to quiz you by making small little riddles. .... "Almost. Do you need another hint? It ends with an e."...."Nope, silent e." If all your time was taken up by your task, he'd make you meals or give you some dessert you like. Prepare yourself for a note on it, he'll write a related riddle on it. If things get too far - that is, if you're too stressed, even if you mutter "I'm fine." - never leave your utensils lying around, because you will come back to find them gone, with him waiting for you, not giving them back before you answer the riddle, "You desperately need it to escape it becoming the verb that will happen to you if you don't take it, what is it?" You're too tired for this, "Please just tell me, Eddie." He puts his hands on your shoulders in a comforting way, and looks into your eyes, saying, "A break. You desperately need a break. You've been working for too long." Let's just say that he's good at hiding stuff.

Jim Gordon:

He's almost too good at giving you time and space. If you throw yourself into work, he'll do the same, and might end up having more work to do than you. However if your work overload was caused by someone, he'll have a word with them if possible. He'll give pretty much anyone hell, from the normal office worker to some rich guy from higher up. The only scenario in which he wouldn't call them out is if your boss was one of the big players...not that he wouldn't yell in Oswald's face.

Oswald Cobblepot:

Speaking of Oswald's pretty face, it would look very displeased if you of all people were being bothered with too much work. He didn't work his way up just to see that the people he cares about are unhappy, or in your case overworked. He offers to let someone else do your work or bribe someone to change your results, that's just what he thinks of as a solution: the person he loves wouldn't be stressed out, which is the only thing that matters. Regardless of your decision, you'll be showered in supportive hugs and/or gestures, as usual. Your smaller tasks will be taken care of, and if the root of your work problem is someone, they will be intimidated.

[playthe-piper]

the urge to write a highschool based chatfic for Gotham

[larsisfrommars]

The Night of The Soldier’s Heart

I wrote my first Wild Wild West fanfic on my brand spanking new AO3 account!!

Description:

Artemus doesn’t remember nearly killing Jim that night in Dr. Acularis’s stolen lighthouse… until he does.

Here’s a Spotify playlist to go with the vibe!