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sugar-cube-person · 2 years

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Gotham guys noticing that their male coworker has a crush on them?

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Gotham guys x male reader

Description: H.C.’s of the Gotham guys realizing that their coworker has a crush on him.

Warnings: None

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BUTCH GILZEAN

he would notice right away

he would definitely discreetly tease you about it too there’s no doubt about that, just a fact

I don’t think he would know how he feels right away but he knows he feels something for you

I mean he is pretty tall but if you're taller than him he would love it

when he confronts you about it he does it like

“Yea you know we should go do something after this job since you like me so much”

and you’ll have to do a double take

cuz like, he’s so nonchalant about it

In the end he’ll definitely ask you out first, what can I say, he’s confrontational

he figured it out when you were on a job for Fish and he had to use the john, and he heard you talking to yourself at how “stupid, stupid, stupid, he’ll totally like a guy like me who maKES UP WORDS”

he finds it adorable tho lol

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

ok so I wholeheartedly believe he would like you first

just your personality and stature and everything about you

then when he notices you like him back?

HOO man your in for it lol, he’ll go the whole nine yards

he’ll invite you to something and be super nervous and you’d be super nervous

Its a nerve-fest

and like it would be a gradual thing

to where you both just keep kind of flirting but also being super awkward?

but he would end up asking you to be his fellow king of Gotham with him or help him overthrow Falcone and Maroni

It just depends on where you meet him lol

he’ll notice it because you’ll agree with him on everything and your always staring and making goo goo eyes at him

ED NYGMA

OOF as we all know, he’s gonna notice right away

and I mean RIGHT AWAY

he’ll definitely be kind of confused about it

but if you don’t idk kill his girlfriend or something he would definitely get with you

this man would give you a complex riddle when he tells you he knows you like him

just in general he likes you back ofc

but he obviously not all that open with it considering *ahem Oswald ahem* his personality

he’d probably wait a while to tell you he knows you like him tho

he’ll notice the crush by means of body language

weird ik but I feel like that’s how he would figure it out

JIM GORDON

oh Jimmy boy would be so clueless until Ed or Foxy says it as if it’s something obvious

like you’d be interrogating somebody and they would just be like

“you are lucky to have him helping you out, when are you going to do something about that crush he has on you?”

or something like that (sorry I’m crap at doing dialogue)

once he does find out tho he would just be honest and ask you right away if its true

now after that he would definitely find some reason to risk his life or something bc its Jim Gordon we’re talking about

then you’d just slap him and tell him he’s a dumbass lol

you guys go for coffee as your first date :)

JEROME VALESKA

He’d know exactly when you realize it for yourself

sorry but there’s no sugarcoating this

he would show his, uh, affection, by doing what he did with the bodies for maniax

but spelling out “I LIKE YOU TOO” instead

now the sentiment is there

but ofc he’s never had a real role model for any relationship in general

so he’d wing it for everything

JEREMIAH VELESKA

I’m sorry but he would know about your crush on him before YOU even know about it

like wayyyyy before you know about it

now depending on which jeremiah you get you’ll answer will vary

if it’s pre-spray jeremiah, congrats, he will be very gentle with telling you he knows

but post-spray jeremiah will be harsh i’m sorry

he’d be all like

“yes yes I know you have that silly little crush on me but it doesn’t excuse the fact that you aren’t doing your job” *cue eyeroll*

but if you worship him enough he’ll date you

he noticed you liked him since you kept hanging around him and asking about his plans and offering help more than was deemed “normal”

VICTOR ZSASZ

ok so heres the deal

he pays zero attention

so he’d have no idea until you tell him

you’ll be on a hit and then tell him that for such a successful hitman he sure isn’t successful at notice when you like him and then you like, start shooting or something

real badass

and ofc he asks you out for milkshakes after ;)

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lucyswinter · 5 months

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j0kers-light · 15 days

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His Lighthouse: Until Next Time (Male!reader x fem!Joker)

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The next shift at work was chaotic to say the least. Everyone was dying to know what happened after Joker and her goons stormed the place.

Of course, HR had to do their spiel, offering you counseling, support, and blah blah blah. You were a witness to murder on top of being held hostage, not a charity cause. Unfortunately it was mandatory whether you liked it or not. Management also encouraged you to sign an NDA, which you refused. For all intent purposes, nothing happened. You wanted to forget and move on. That in of itself was an NDA.

No one else respected your attempts at forgetting.

Jim Gordon cleared you of any legal liability and you took the suggested week off from work to ‘clear your head.’

The commissioner claimed that you needed some time to purge The Joker from your head.

Initially you brushed off his concern, she was just one woman, but after the second night of restless sleep, you had to admit defeat. She was everywhere. You could feel her hands roaming your body— feel her soft weight resting on your chest once more.

You imagined her lithe form lying underneath your sheets and saw her long hair; mere innocent strands turn into venomous snakes in the dark. The color green held new meaning and that laugh of hers… f__k.

It bounced off the walls of your apartment and drove you even more insane. You’ve been a bachelor for years. The thought of another being in your apartment was ludicrous and yet feeling her warm body collide with your back, felt right.

“I'm boooooored Y/n.. pay attention to meee.”

You willed your body not to turn around but you had no control here. There she was wearing one of your t-shirts—hair all askew, looking like a dream. Then you reminded yourself, this was a dream.

‘She isn’t real!’ you told yourself.

This was an illusion, yet her eyes sucked you in despite the alarms blaring in your head to run. Did you really want to escape and why should you?

Joker was so petite compared to you. It baffled you that she was capable of destruction on such a massive scale. It must’ve been so hard to be a woman surrounded by alpha males in the crime world. You had an urge to protect her, to love...

Joker smiled sensing that you wanted to give her a kiss and stood on her tippy toes to meet you halfway.

Only for your lips to meet thin air.

You shot up out of bed a sweaty, panting mess. It wasn’t real, so why did you want it to be?

Enough was enough. Screw being off for a week, you needed to go back to work. You couldn’t last another second cooped up indoors with your demented mind playing tricks on you. That dream felt too real.

You clocked into work that same night, ignoring the multiple stares you received.

Apparently no one expected you to bounce back on your feet so quickly. It did take you a while to get back into the swing of things and you found yourself missing Jazz drowning on in your ear during the night. That wasn’t a problem. Others soon replaced the silent void you longed for.

A guy you hardly knew from your team rushed up to you during a line rush.

“Yo dude! You’re alive!” He scanned a barcode before hefting a package onto the conveyor belt, “It’s been what? Three days? Are you sure you good bro?”

You tried not to let your annoyance show. This was Gotham. People witnessed crime all the time and went about their daily lives just fine afterwards. Why was everyone treating you like a baby?

They didn’t need to know that you were slowly losing your grip on reality. You were fine if you didn’t think about her.

“I’m fine.” You stressed.

The parcel in your hand landed roughly on the loading pallet but you didn’t care. You wanted the monotony of work to erase Joker from your mind and talking about her in conversation was counterproductive. You squeezed your eyes shut and counted to twenty.

The random worker must’ve read the room. “Aight, Y/n. Just ah, take it easy ya know?”

You thought that would be the end of things. Far from it.

It hadn’t been a full hour since you clocked in and people that you never talked to decided to bother you for a crumb of gossip.

“What’s she really like? C’mon tell me!”

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s f___king crazy but uh.. I’d still hit ya know what I’m sayin? Did.. did you tap that?”

When you didn’t respond and roll your eyes, it didn’t help the situation.

“Haha! Y/n my man! You did! I didn’t know you had it in ya!”

You were getting irritated from all these questions. Didn’t they have work to do? The line sure was getting backed up.

Where was Frost to break up distractive chatter when you needed him? Your shift manager was notorious for yelling at his team to get back to work. He was nowhere to be found which left you with no escape from your vulture-like employees.

Why couldn’t they understand that you weren’t saying anything on the matter? What happened was over and done with and you weren’t one for gossip anyways.

Finally your lunch hour had come, and you were heading to lunch when another guy approached you. The frustration was building all night, but this poor guy would receive it all. Not your problem, you were past your breaking point.

“I’m not answering s__t, so f__k off.” You slammed your metal locker shut in anger.

The force rattled some things inside however your fellow employee wasn’t scared away. He simply blinked in shock and stood his ground. He was persistent, you’d give him that much.

The guy held up his hands as a show of peace.

“I wasn’t gonna.. Look, I was a close friend of Jazz.” You paused in your retreat and that was a cue for him to continue. “I know y’all were partners on the line and I just. I wanted to ask if you were okay?”

He scratched the back of his head, cringing to himself. Hopefully that sounded sincere. Men weren’t usually in tune with their emotions much less to check up on one another.

You on the other hand took the attempt in stride. It was the first time someone asked how you were feeling and meant it.

You honestly don’t know what to say. “Uh, yeah I guess. I mean.. I miss having Jazz as a spotter. No one can carry a 1070 backwards like him.” You joked.

The guy seemed to get your way of coping and laughed along. “Yeah, it's like he had eyes in the back of his head or somethin’.”

The two of you walked to the mess hall reminiscing all the crazy feats Jazz did while at work. He was an idiot, but he was reliable at the day’s end. Before you knew it, lunch came and went, and you were still chatting with Thomas.

He worked on Line A, the one that packaged the goods for your line to move onto loading bays. Even though Thomas was in a completely different sector, you slowly formed a friendship with him. He was quiet, well educated in his job function, and a cool guy to chat with.

The two of you were about to head back to the floor when he stopped you by hitting your bicep. “Hey Y/n. Some of the guys from line A and I are planning on going to O’Brians’s after work. You down?”

He scanned his ID on the security panel and opened the door to enter. You let it close properly before gaining your own access.

The one minute delay gave you time to mull over the invite. O’Brians’s was a popular eatery open for third shift workers but more importantly, it was located in the heart of Joker’s territory.

Any other time you would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but something didn’t settle well with you to accept. Perhaps the fact you met the owner and knew nothing good would ever come from being in the same vicinity.

Just thinking about the murderous businesswoman made your head begin to ache.

“Nah I’ll pass but thanks for offerin, man.” You replied.

Thomas nodded and the two of you went separate ways to finish up the night shift. Thankfully no redacted pallets passed your line upon your return. You weren’t ready to move any illegal goods anytime soon.

The rest of your shift flew by uneventfully. With it, the sunrise blinded you as you returned home. You were beat and wanted to grab a quick breakfast before crawling into bed.

You were lucky that Frost appeared after your lunch hour and made it his priority to yell at anyone who dared to talk to you. It was a busy night, no time to gossip— and for that, you were grateful. Your headache only seemed to worsen the closer the inevitable hot hour arrived.

Between the hours of one am and four, the likelihood of illegal items being on the line reached as high as eighty percent. It left a bitter taste in your mouth to move something that triggered the events that only happened three days prior.

You started to regret coming back to work so early. Your shoulder throbbed in agreement.

But that was over and done with and now you were back home.

You carried yourself through the front door and made it to the fridge for a drink. You were downing your second glass of orange juice when a voice behind you spoke. “How was work?”

You inwardly sighed. The hallucinations were back.

It was best to just go with the flow as you were too tired to question your sanity or argue. You scanned the fridge and found a jar of overnight oats mixed with fruit in the back.

“Tiring, I think I made a friend tho. He’s aight I guess.”

A soft hum was the only response you received for a length of time. Then you heard a, “That’s good Y/n. It’s good to have... friends. Lefthand drawer.”

You were struggling to find your spoon drawer, that’s how exhausted you were. You tossed an appreciation over your shoulder only to freeze up in hindsight.

Something about her tone was off—it sounded too sentient, and it made you turn around to face your delusions.

At least you thought it was.

“Holy s__t!” Much to your horror you locked eyes with The Joker seated at your island counter, watching your every move. She looked so at ease, as if she belonged there that it gave you whiplash.

“W-What the.. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! HOW DID YOU—?!”

“Nghh. Too loud.” She groaned and adjusted the bag of frozen peas better on her head. It made you pause and look at her more closely. Her usual pristine suit was disheveled and there was blood on her collar. The sight made your stomach do flip flops.

You set your breakfast down and asked. “Did you get into a fight?”

She snorted and didn’t reply. Her gaze shifted out the window. If you weren’t paying close attention, you would have missed the glassy look in her eye.

Okay, now you were concerned. Joker was a female and entitled to mood swings, but then again, she was tough as nails. Batman hit her vehicle with an RPG just three days ago and she walked away just fine— so to see her so defeated today was jarring.

You had to play this carefully or it could end ugly.

For some unknown reason you weren’t terrified that The Joker was in your apartment. Witnessing her so vulnerable tossed all common sense out the window.

Your exhaustion made you emboldened enough to crack a joke. “Let me guess. You didn’t wear a seatbelt again?” You nodded at her injury.

A brief smirk appeared on her disfigured face. So she remembered. “Tch, he always aims for my head. Stupid jerk.”

You were at a loss. “Who?”

She rolled her eyes, the color of fresh spearmint, and sent you a ‘keep up will you?’ look. “If you must know.... Bats and I had a fight. It’s whatever. H-he’s always like this. Hurting me n’ all..”

Joker let out a shaky breath and focused intently on your kitchen counter. In that moment she looked so... small. You couldn’t lower your guard however. She was a monster, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in my apartment.” You added. That earned you an eye roll.

“I was close n’ it felt safe. I wanted..” she let out an airy chuckle, “For once, I wanted to feel safe where someone wouldn't hurt me.”

Her words punched you right in the gut. All this time you feared the woman with the reputation, not once thinking about the woman behind the scars. She was human just like you with feelings and desires.

Speaking of, your gaze dropped down to her lips.

Her signature lipstick was smudged around the edges but you could see the bottom lip was split with dried blood in the corner. Her and Bats had quite some fight and it was apparent that she lost. Joker looked like crap.

You wanted to offer her aid but your sleep deprived mind blurted out the first thing it could think of. “You think my place is safe?”

The thought made you snort. Your place was amazing, and rent was reasonable, but the locale was not great. You were in the rougher side of Chinatown being the closest residential area to the Dixon shipping docks where you worked. You wouldn’t necessarily call it safe.

In Joker’s eyes, your place was a Mecca.

“You promised not to hurt me Y/n, don’t tell me you’re a liar too?” She tried to shake her head but groaning in pain when it became unbearable.

You rushed over to help reposition the bag of peas on her head. She noticeably flinched at your touch although you didn’t notice. Being this close to Joker after spending so many nights with just her phantom was refreshing. Perhaps later you would think back and cringe— right now you spun Joker’s chair around so she could lean her head on your chest.

That addicting blend of roses and lighter fluid seeped into your senses. She was like a balm for your weary bones.

And when her heart shaped face looked up at you, you waited with bated breath to hear what she had to say.

“I like your eyes. There’s so.. kind.” She whispered in awe.

“Kind?” You echoed.

She reached up and caressed your cheekbones. You noticed her nails were painted pitch black today yet your focus shifted to her own eyes. Her sooty lashes fluttered a mile a minute. “Yeah.. safe.”

“Jo—” You sighed when she slumped forward. Great. You were left holding an unconscious criminal in your arms with no clue on what to do next.

This was not on your bingo card for today or any day for that matter. You had plenty of Joker exposure from three days ago to last you a lifetime, but it would be rude if you kicked her out in her current state.

You didn’t know anyone to call (except the police) so you resigned yourself to fate. She came to you in her time of need; you wouldn’t abuse the trust she bestowed upon you.

Without thinking, you scooped Joker up bridal style and headed to bed.

You woke up well rested a little bit after one pm. A con of being on third shift; a completely different sleeping schedule than normal.

You were about to climb out of bed when your body seized up and remembered the events earlier this morning. The Joker was in your apartment! The two of you talked before she..

You glanced over to your right, only to be throughly disappointed to find the bed empty. She was gone, as if she was never there to begin with. Was she? Your mind wasn’t thinking straight these days..

If she was, it shouldn’t have bothered you but it did.

You carried her to bed, you removed her shoes— red bottoms to match her lethal body count, and tucked her in. You’d wash the sheets later since her heavy makeup ruined them.

It took you ages to fall asleep, although you weren’t complaining. Having Joker in your bed stroked your male ego. She was a sight you could get used to even if she was a walking red flag. You were thinking with your dick at this point.

Her long green hair called out to you and you played with the ends of it to help you nod off. This tiny wisp of a girl drove you insane with little effort on her part.

She did something to your head that night. It made you gravitate towards her; it made you protective when you had absolutely no right to do so.

She made you realize just how lonely you were and watching her brow furrow in distress, perhaps she was too.

Pulling Joker into the safety of your arms immediately calmed her down even if the price to pay was her nails digging into your skin. She could sink her claws as deep as she liked, you weren’t letting her go. You were hooked.

Obviously you did let go, given the fact that she was gone.

You flopped back on the bed, groaning to yourself until something made contact with your arm. It was smooth to the touch and felt harmless so you rolled over to investigate.

How could you have missed this? A deck of cards was scattered on your bed with the most important one, the Joker, being on top. You picked it up with shaky hands to read the note inscribed in blood red ink.

Until next time.

She even kissed the card wearing her jet black lipstick.

You read the promise over and over and committed her flowery handwriting to memory. It became your new obsession.

Good thing Joker didn’t keep you waiting for long.

An odd arrangement formed between you and Joker. Four days after the dubbed pillow incident, she barged into your living room with a box of assorted doughnuts and watched you play video games all night. You were both terrified and turned on by her play-by-play skills that led to many wins.

Another night, she crashed through your bedroom window and broke her stilettos heel in the process.

You made her blueberry pancakes to feel better and you learned Joker had quite the appetite.

Another random day, you were preparing for work and walked in on her soaking in your bathtub. You tried not to look— really you did, but the temptation was too great. You took in her wet body at a loss for words. The scent of roses swirled in the confined space and made your head swim.

Sickly sweet, just like her.

You were tongue tied when she asked if you wanted to “join her.” The vixen even blew red tinted bubbles your way to entice you!

You foolishly went to work with a hard on.

However other times Joker wasn’t alone when she dropped by. She would storm into your apartment grumbling to herself with a shadow right behind her.

“Uh Joker? Who’s this?” You pointed to the creepy male who was giving you the death glare.

Joker flipped her hair over shoulder while bending down looking for something in your living room, “Does it matter? Whaddya doing tonight, Y/n. I’m booored.”

She said it nearly identical like in your dream weeks back. You walked closer to her, your gaze never leaving the blond watching your every move.

“It’s my night off, you know that.” You chided her.

You used some of your accumulated days off for an extended staycation. You told her about it the last time she came over but apparently things went through one ear and out the other.

Her eyes lit up in delight when she found what she was looking for. You missed her tossing it to her goon since she threw you a question simultaneously. “Oh! Can I stay ov~errrr then?”

“You never asked for permission before.” You fired back.

Your comment earned you a grunt from Joker’s bodyguard and like a flash of lightening, her entire mood shifted. She spun around and held a knife to his throat before you could even blink. Where she kept it wearing that skintight outfit, you didn’t want to know.

“Is there a uh.. problem, Blondie?”

You felt like an outsider watching the altercation unfold. You got to see the real Joker, cold, vindictive, and cutthroat interact with anyone who opposed her. Her angelic voice made her threats even more chilling. In the end Joker giggled and let the guy go who breathed a sigh of relief— but not without giving you the stink eye as he walked out.

Why did it feel awkward all of a sudden? Joker thankfully cleared the air with her next statement.

“Now that’s all settled..” she sauntered over to you and flashed you a sultry smile. “Ya wanna go out with me?”

Y/n.exe has stopped working. You were speechless. She wanted to do what?!

“Out? W-With you?” You managed to say.

Your response made Joker’s grotesque smile falter, though you hardly noticed. “Yes! We can um.. rob Gotham Merchant Bank and go shopping or or! bomb the GCPD headquarters with glitter! No, I got it! We can assassinate the mayor!”

Oh boy this woman was insane. She was practically shaking with excitement.

You smiled softly at Joker while pushing her away. It pained you to see her crestfallen face. How dare you say no to her?

You had to correct your mistake in order to stay alive.

“Or.. we could stay in and watch a movie.” You guided her to sit down on the couch with you.

Joker eyed you in silence as you turned on your tv and opened a streaming service. She didn’t know what to do from here and you could hear the vulnerability in her voice.

“A m-movie?”

Seeing that she was struggling, you selected a good war period film and sat back. It should entertain her bloodlust at least. The opening title appeared and you took Joker by surprise when you pulled her down to cuddle with you.

It may have been super smooth to an outsider but your heart was beating out of your chest.

You were in a lover’s embrace with Gotham City’s deadliest criminal. You didn’t dare move. Joker’s body was like a poised cobra on top of you. If you didn’t feel her steady breathing, she would’ve been a statue.

Gunfire from the movie stole her attention and with each body that fell, you could feel her slowly relaxing into your hold.

Why were you attracted to the crazy ones?

Joker was thinking the same thing. It was ridiculous how quickly she caved in to your request. You didn’t give her a chance to argue, you simply got comfortable and brought her along for the ride.

It was different and overwhelming. Instead of fast-paced heists and the thrill of running away, she was subjected to the calm rhythm of your heart and the dumb acting onscreen. A bright scene lit up the room and it was then Joker took the time to take you in.

You were obviously handsome with a boy next door charm that rotted her teeth. Mama raised you to respect women and not once did you try to make a move on Joker.

The sad part, she wanted you to. You worked out and it showed with your toned arms and rough hands.

She’d seen you lift boxes twice her size with ease and it made her grow wet with possibilities.

What were you like in bed? Were you still a gentleman? A dom? Or a fun combination of both? Ahhh! She needed to know but moments like this were a rarity.

She couldn’t remember the last time someone held her close and just existed. Your eyes were focused on the movie while your hand was busy rubbing soothing circles on her back. You made her feel normal, just a girl hanging out with her boyfriend.

Her minty eyes widened. Were you her boyfriend? The idea kinda excited her.

It was settled. You were her boyfriend whether you liked it or not.

The movie became irrelevant to Joker, your scent, clean with a hint of pine had her eyes falling half mast and your subdued strength, in the way you held her tight with just one arm, to your heart beating rhythmically in her ear. Safe.

You were safe to Joker and that meant the world to her. In your arms no one could hurt her, not even Bats.

She hoped that she wasn’t too heavy because about twenty minutes into the movie, she was out. You followed her not too long after thinking the same sentiments.

Joker was crazy but you would protect her at all costs.

#joker x y/n #joker x you #joker x reader #male reader #male!reader #male!y/n #female!joker #genderbent #romance #to be continued?#reader insert #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #the tags are a little weird for this one

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maweallgotohell · 11 months

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Jerome Valeska - articles pt. 1

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pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem! reader

warnings: none

summary: reader is a journalist for the Gotham Gazette and has to write an article about Jerome. Her boss wants her to do an interview with the criminal and so she visits him in Arkham. But what happens when they develop feelings for each other and Jerome NEEDS to see her again?

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"Amazing! Simply amazing, Miss LN! I am very impressed.", your boss said.

You were working for the Gotham Gazette and for the last 3 months you were working on a very important project and articles about some of the more shady sides of Gotham.

Since Jim Gordon appeared and claimed to clean up the GCPD and Gotham itself, more people in town wanted to know what's really going on.

And so you were assigned to start a series of articles about Gordon's cases, which was meant to become quite important for the Gazette.

And it did.

By the time the first article was published, every single person in Gotham knew your name and who you were. Even a certain ginger boy already heard a lot about you.

And now, because of your great work, your boss wanted you to write another seemingly important article about a certain redheaded and incredibly dangerous villain.

Jerome Valeska.

You wrote about him before in the Gordon series but that was just from the views of the GCPD and citizens. Now your boss wanted interviews. With the man himself.

You had to admit you were a little scared when you were told to go pay him one or more visits in Arkham for those interviews you needed.

But you had to get over that silly little bit of fear, because you really wanted to write that article. It wasn't only important for the Gazette, but for your career too and you had to say that you were even quite interested in the villain's reasons and backstory yourself.

So when you stood in front of the Asylum, you straightened out your olive green pants and blazer again, took another deep breath and walked in.

Strange greeted you quite friendly and offered you a cup of coffee immediately, which you gladly took.

Yeah, you already had like 3 but if you were the one to meet a fuckin' psychopathic killer who murdered his mother with an axe, you'd need a huge amount of caffeine too, right?

When Strange left, he introduced you to a male guard, who seemed to be a little older than yourself but was kinda like two times your body size and height.

The guard was introduced as 'John' and the two of you shook hands. Then he showed you around Arkham in general first.

It seemed rather scary to you and you couldn't help but feel sad for anyone who had to spend such an amount of time in such a rotten place, no matter if they were killers and psychopaths or not.

You went through the cafeteria, the common room, med room and you were even allowed to look into some of the cells.

It was quite shocking to you because you thought the circumstances in an asylum weren't that bad. They were meant to care for the inmates. But this? Nobody deserved this.

After the tour the guard gave you, he said that he would now bring you to „Mr. Valeska".

He led you into an empty room, which was guarded by around 12 huge men. In the room was nothing but a metal table and two chairs.

John told you that they all would be outside and would watch through a one-way-mirror, so that Jerome couldn't pull any shit. This lowkey calmed you down but on the other side you knew that if he wanted to try anything, he could and would, no matter if there were guards or not.

So you just hoped that he didn't want to see you dead.

You took a seat on one of the chairs and John left the room with the words " Mr. Valeska will be here in around ten." and muttered a barely audible "stay safe", which kinda concerned you.

You put down your bag and took out your files, question sheets and your notebook.

After going through them one last time and changing some stuff, the door opened and the dangerous ginger walked in. He grinned down at you, which caused a strange feeling to spread around your body and then he took the seat on the other side of the table in front of you.

" Hello beautiful", he said, dragging out the 'o' while sitting down, still grinning at you.

You nodded, now with an unusual and strangely shy behavior.

"Hello Mr. Valeska. How are you?", you said, trying not to stare at him and avoiding eye contact by scanning your notes intensely.

" Oh please, darling, call me Jerome.", he smirked. You felt heat rising up to your cheeks and just hoped that you wouldn't go all red over him and his sweet talk.

You nodded.

"Well I'm doing real great, ya know. Well, as great as an inmate in such a shitty place could feel.", he said with sarcasm lacing his voice, but you saw something hurt in his eyes and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

You nodded again.

" But, more important is: how are you, beautiful? It's not really usual for pretty journalists like you to just walk in here and interview some strange and dangerous criminal like me."

God, that damn smirk.

"I'm fine", you said, trying to sound as professional and unshaken by his words as possible. " My boss liked my articles about the Gordon stuff and wanted something just as interesting. So he asked me to interview a criminal."

He smitten smiled and asked in a jokingly teasing, but kinda proud tone:" And you chose me?"

You nodded.

"Yeah. I thought it would be interesting to hear and write about your motives and views, considering that you were the head of the latest shocking crimes and probably the most dangerous and intriguing criminal of Gotham."

He seemed impressed and satisfied with your answer and a rather proud expression laid itself upon his features.

Speaking of his features, you were now examining everything about his appearance and how he spoke, not realizing you were staring.

"Like what you see, Miss LN?", he smirked smugly.

" Let's just start with the interview."

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word count: 1007

So this is the first part of the 'articles' story. Hope y'all like it.

C ya

#wattpad #fanfiction #jerome valeska x reader #gotham #gotham jerome #jerome valeska #ian gallagher #gallavich #fanfic #jerome imagine #jerome x reader #jerome oneshot #jerome x journalist reader #Jerome x fem reader

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malereader-inserts · 2 years

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let us live, for we must die.

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

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

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

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

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

Oswald.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pick up Oz.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, stuff."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that'll be nice."

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

"Just us two, no distractions."

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

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

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

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

"You're rambling."

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

"Sorry."

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

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

"And I love you too."

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry."

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

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

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

"He used his last minutes with me."

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

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

"Who killed him?"

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

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nygmcbblepot · 2 years

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First Day

Edward Nygma x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Nothing! Just fluff :)

It was your first day working for the GCPD. You were working as a record keeper because you were in need of a job and the woman that you were filling in for mysteriously disappeared. When you arrived, you walked into Captain Nathaniel Barnes’ office; He was supposed to show you around and have you meet some of your new coworkers. Your first stop was meeting James Gordon and Harvey Bullock.

“You must be the girl filling in for Kristen. Harvey, Harvey Bullock,” The man said sticking out his hand. You took his hand and gave him a firm shake.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Im assuming that you’re Jim then,” you ask turning to Jim,” I’ve heard many good things about you.” You shook his hand before Barnes interrupted.

“We should go. We still have to show her where she’ll be working.”

You smiled at the two men in front of you. “It was nice to meet you both!”

Barnes cut in front of you so you were able to follow behind him. He decided to skip over some of the other cops because he figured you’d meet them at some point while working. He was able give you a tour of the entire building other than the forensics lab. You figured that it was because maybe the forensic tech was busy or that they weren’t there but you got to meet Leslie Thompkins,the M.E, and saw a shadow of a man walking across the forensic lab.

The final stop was in the annex with all of the files where you will be working. Barnes gave you a list of tasks to do and left you be. You figured that because it was your first day, they would take it easy on you. The first task on the written list wrote,”Reorganize the files. Do NOT let the forensics guy reorganize the files.” It was confusing about why to not let the said man reorganize the files. You started with the filing cabinet closest to you. The files were completely out of alphabetical order. It was going to take a lot longer than you thought. You took each of the files out from that cabinet and set them on the floor, carefully putting each in alphabetical order. To keep everything organized, you wrote each of the letters that the last names begun with on a post it note and set them on top of the files; The “A” last names with the “A” post it. Once you finished sorting out the files on the floor from the first cabinet, you started putting the “A” last names in the first cabinet in alphabetical order. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the door opening and closing behind you.

“Hello,” a soft male voice said from behind you, startling you a tad bit. “Whoopsies, didn’t mean to startle you!”You looked at the tall man standing by the door. He wasn’t one of the men that you had seen when taking the tour. He was tall and slender with dark brown hair. “What belongs to you but others use it more than you?”

“Your name,” you answered proud that you knew the answer. You enjoyed riddles though you weren’t the best at solving them.

“Correct,” he said pushing up his glasses with his finger, “Im Edward Nygma! I’m the forensic scientist. You are?”

“Y/N L/N! It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Nygma,” you shook his hand.

“I see that you’re organizing the files! Ms.Kringle didn’t like the way I had them organized either. if you tell me how you’re doing them I can help you,” he offered smiling at you and tilting his head a bit.

You smiled back at him while opening the second cabinet, sitting the new files on the floor. “I would absolutely love the help and the socialization. Are you sure? If you are busy please don’t feel obligated to help the new girl organize files,” you answer clearly ignoring the orders written on the paper.

“No problem at all! It was a slower day for me anyways,” he peaked down at the files on the floor,”so alphabetical order? Basic but okay. Let’s get to work!”

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“What can fly but doesn’t have wings,” Ed asked.

You peaked up at the clock on the wall: 8:30 PM. You and Ed had been organizing files and giving each other riddles since 11:00 that morning.

“Time. Oh crap! Ed, we should probably finish this tomorrow morning it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you here with me. I apologize for keeping you this late in the first place.”

“I’ll go just as long as you won’t stay up all night working on these,” He stood up from sitting down and put a hand out for you to help you off the ground. You fixed your green pencil skirt and white top as you stood up. “Green is my favorite color,” he says pointing to your skirt. “Your skirt is pretty.”

His compliment made your cheeks go rosy and you could feel it. “Thank you! Green is a very pretty color.” You smiled at him as he held the door open for you as you both walked out of the annex.

“I am a type of bean, but not magic. I am something you can drink. What am I?”

“Coffee?”

“Coffee, correct! Ms. L/N, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning before work?”

“I would absolutely love to.”

#edward nygma #gotham #gotham fanfic #ed nygma #riddler x you #riddler x reader #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #fanfic #gotham fandom #ed nygma x reader #james gordon #harvey bullock

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"Riddle me this, why does my heart hurt?"

Edward Nygma x Male Reader

Type: angst

Word count: 1334

Warnings: angst, me pulling at your heart strings, sum Kristen x Ed, cop reader, sad stuff, unreciprocated love

Request: "please do an Edward Nygma one, maybe the reader could be a friend before he turns into the riddler and, he always answers Edward's riddles, then he finds out about Edward's crush on Kristen and becomes sad. Or something along those lines. Thank you"

A/N: Requested by the lovely @/averysmallperson on wattpad 💕 This was so fun to write! I hope it was to your liking and as always if not you can always pm me and we can fix it up or write a new one :)

You were at GCPD for two years now and honestly you liked your job very much, despite being just a regular cop you got your fair share of action, perhaps not as much as the legendary Jim Gordon and his partner Harvey but you weren't complaining. But despite all the love for the action and kicking ass and taking names, the favourite part of your job was a person.

Tall, lean, weird little forensic guy with a keen love for riddles was the best thing about your day. Edward Nygma, everyone considered him a weirdo and a bother but to you he was your best friend, the best part of the day, the guy you could share anything with, the- okay you were kinda in love with him.

The two of you clicked the second you first met him and stuck together ever since. Spending all the spare working time together, going on breaks together, driving each other to and back from work here and there, even going out to have some fun on rare nights as well. You answered all his riddles and protected him from all the mean people he encountered on daily basis at the GCPD. And he gave you all the interesting info and pushed your needed lab results before anybody else's. It was kind of idyllic.

New case was on the table, John Doe, found in an alleyway, no ID or wallet, likely gunned down by a mugger looking for some quick cash. Nothing too crazy like you were used to see Jim and Harvey investigating but nevertheless worth looking into. The body was sent to the autopsy room this morning, right after everything was photographed and examined at the crime scene, and you were sent by the detectives to see what Ed and the M.E. had found so far.

You made your way to Ed's little lab room, knowing he'd already have papers ready for you sitting on his table if they had found anything.

Entering the small room you greeted your friend with a smile and a wave of your hand. "Hey Eds whachu got for me?" You asked cheerfully as always, bringing him a mug of freshly brewed coffee, made just the way he likes it, you grabbed on the way down to his lab, placing it on his desk with a smile.

"Hey Y/n, great news!" Ed answered with a smile just as joyfully, fixing his glasses as he reached for a couple of papers set atop his desk, placed neatly on a pile at the corner of it.

Before handing them to you he cleared his throat and started reciting with a sense of drama to it,

"Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and gray, I’m read from both ends, And the same either way.

What am I?"

He asked his riddle, now routinely - having had asked you a new riddle evey time you came down to his lab, excited smile plastered across his face as he looked at you expectedly.

"Uhhh toughie this one, Iii think I know this.. an eye!" you exclaimed with just as much vigor, victorious grin now placed across your face.

"Excelent! The victim had a glass eye! There is a serial number so I tracked it down, found our victim's name! Some banker, could have something to do with the motive. Could be an interesting case."

"Great job Ed! Gordon and Harvey are gonna love this!" You smiled happily, taking the papers he was handing to you now that you successfully answered his riddle. Setting them on the side table to flick through at the results as he continued.

He smiled proudly, although already aware of his genious but very happy to be appreciated and acknowledged, "That's it so far, I'm going to let you know if I come across anything else that might be important along with the usual stuff".

"Okay Imma go give this to Jim and Harvey aand Imma go on my break, do you wanna join? I can grab us some takeout and we can eat here?" You asked, smile on your face as you awaited his, most likely positive answer.

"Sure that sounds great!" Ed smiled, scooping some papers up onto a neat pile, tidying his desk before the suggested break.

"Mexican?" You proposed, already halfway out of the door.

"Sounds good, just remember no oni-"

"No onions! I know I know," you chuckled as you waved at him comfortingly, leaving the room to go about your business.

You made your way back up and just as you were about to enter the main hall of the headquarters you remembered you ain't carrying squat, you forgot the result papers at Nygma's. So you mentally slapped yourself and turned on your heels, heading back to where you came from, internally cursing your scatterbrainess

"Hey Eds I forgot my papers-" you spoke as you entered, stopping yourself after realizing Ed had left the room with his mug. You sneaked your way in and quickly grabbed the papers off the side table where you left them, making your way back out again.

Just as you were exiting the small room, papers in hands, this time for sure, you heard giggling coming from the archive. Hearing Nygma's voice and his adorable chuckle it peaked your interest so you let go of the handle after closing the door quietly and slowly made your way towards the fully open archive doors. Not even halfway there Kristen and Ed came into the view.

They were talking over the files neatly placed into their according drawers smiles spread across their faces, Kristen was smiling at him so fondly and having a hearthy chuckle about what he was telling her, and Ed, Ed was looking at her with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes expressing such love you've never seen him show anyone else, giving her the biggest heart eyes.

"Oh," you heard yourself let out quietly, heart sinking at the sight.

The two turned to look at you, smiles still across their faces.

You quickly pulled yourself together, not realizing you have let that out audibly.

"Hey Eds I just forgot my papers you gave me at your desk, was just getting them back. Hi Kristen," there was unusual sadness in your tone that Ed couldn't quite understand.

"See ya," you greeted quickly before they had any chance to respond and made your way up to the desks, escaping the situation as fast as possible.

"Is everything alright with him?" Kristen asked with worry in her voice, noticing how you acted differently than your usual self.

"I-I don't know, I guess. He was okay couple of minutes ago-," Ed replied, still thinking on what could be going on, though kind of having the answer dawning upon him somewhere in the back of his mind as The Riddler laughed at his obliviousness straight into his face "Oh Silly little Ed."

You dropped the papers off at Jim and Harvey's desks, letting them know what Ed had found and afterwards quickly left the building, wanting to spend some time alone to clear your thoughts, biting back the tears that slowly gathered at the corners of your eyes.

Jim and Harvey gave each other looks of confusion after you left, questioning the reason behind your change in behaviour.

"10 bucks on girl problems," Harvey exclaimed as he took a big bite of his sandwich.

Jim chuckled and sighed at his partner, stealing a fry from his pile despite having his own laid in front of him.

"Heeey," Harvey's dissatisfied voice echoed through the building followed by Jim's laughter as you made your way out of the main door and down the street to your and Ed's favourite mexican food place, appetite now seeming to have been long lost as you wipe a single tear that dared to escape your pavement-glued eyes.

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lonleywriters-blog · 8 months

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Could u write a, how would Jim Gordon react finding out his teenage transmasc son is doing self hrm bc of how bad body dysphoria is getting? Thank you ♡

Yes of course

Jim Gordon with trans son who s/h because of body dysmorphia

Jim's first reaction was anger

Not at you but at himself for not knowing sooner

He doesn't let you see an once of anger on his face

He will instantly embrace you in a hug

"My poor son. Why? Is it because I'm gone so much? I'm sorry my boy."

He will tear up as he listens to you express why

"oh I'm so so sorry."

He doesn't exactly know what to do

He will rock you side by side while comforting you

He will ask how to help and will do anything he can

If you are not on hormones and want to be he won't hesitate

He will clean your latest wounds comforting you

He now will check on you ever week and ask if you had harmed

If you relapse he will be there with anything you need

Get the best food and movies for you two

#gotham x reader #jim gordon x male reader #transmasc reader #Jim Gordon x Trans reader #Jim Gordon x son reader

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Asking for Jervis w/ male reader one bed troupe. I think it would be funny if he got all shy and blushy, and they woke up closer than they remember in the morning... Gay as shit for that man

A/N: I too am gay as shit for Jervis and love the one bed troupe. I know I said it’d be out tomorrow but I finished it early and don’t see the point in waiting to post.

You Need Better Pillows

Jervis Tetch x Male Reader

WORDS: 1,539

YOU JERVIS TETCH

He couldn’t believe this. It was HIS house. The mail was addressed to Jervis Tetch and still Jerome managed to convince him to share a room with one of the others. They all had to lay low for a bit, causing mass mayhem and killing people tended to make Jim Gordon the GCPD look for you, and Jervis’s house was the only one they didn’t know about.

Only problem: it is a 3 bedroom house, not 4. The other two rooms had twin beds and Jerome argued it would be easier to share his king sized bed then try to squeeze together on a twin. No he was rushing to tidy up his room while you three finished arguing about who got their own rooms.

Gosh he hoped Jerome won the argument, he really didn’t want to share a bed with a sadist who smells of sweat. Johnathan would be fine, the first thing he did once they arrived at the house was shower, and he didn’t seem like the type to kick or move in his sleep. If Y/N lost, oh my, there’s a possibility Y/N would be sleeping in his room tonight. Jervis’s pace quickened as he cleaned, mind & heart racing at the mere thought.

Y/N was the man who made him feel as though he was Alice, stumbling through wonderland lost and confused, still in awe of everyone and everything around. Before you, life was gray, dull, everything menial and slightly aggravating to do. The first day you were introduced to Jervis, standing next to Jerome & Johnathan, arm extended for a handshake, he began to see dull shades. Oh! As soon as your palms connected, it was almost breath taking how quickly grays turned blue, red, green, and ever other color under the Sun or Moon. Y/N was the perfect guy for Jervis, but he didn’t know if he could handle laying next to you, inhaling your perfect scent for hours. His heart might burst, and Jervis didn’t want to get your perfect skin dirty or risk waking you.

After the room was basically spotless, Jervis stayed pacing back and forth for what seemed like hours. What would he do if you were to sleep in his bed? Could you notice how he grinned like the Cheshire Cat next to him? Is it possible you’d return his feelings? Or would you be disgusted? Jervis never had the courage to as about your love life, if he discovered that his perfect partner was spoken for he’d have to hypnotize you into his arms, but he wanted you there willingly. Perhaps you weren’t interested in men at all? What would Jervis do then? He’d never force you to be a sexuality not belonging to you, but it’d hurt to much to live. Here goes his mind again, falling down the rabbit hole due to Y/N.

Ah ha! Jervis know what he’ll do, yes, he has the perfect solution, he’ll give up his room for you to share with Johnathan! Y/N L/N and Johnathan Crane are known by every “villain” in Gotham as completely platonic friends, best friends who do most everything together and have for years. Even before becoming rouges, the pair had been inseparable. He knows nothing will happen between you two, and you’d have to agree because then neither would be unfamiliar with sharing with the other. Yes, this will work nicely! Jervis strides over to his bedroom door, turning the doorknob and taking a few steps before bumping into something, or, as he discovered looking down, someone.

You let out a small woah as you fell, landing on your butt and peering up at Jervis, the annoyed glare disappeared from your features and a small twist in the corners of your lips taking over. Geez roomie, not even in bed yet and I’m falling for ya. Heat rose to Jervis’s cheeks as he leaned down to help you up, muttering apologizes before a slight rigidity shot through him.

Roomie? You had called him Roomie, which meant that indeed, Y/N and him will be sleeping in his room, in his bed, so close together. Wait- what else had you said? Jervis cleared his throat and turns himself back toward the room, hoping his face will return to its normal color before he must face you again. Ah, I’m assuming you lost the, what did Johnathan call it, “Battle of Sleep Conditions”? Yeah, turns out always picking rock is a horrible strategy. You shrug your shoulders as you follow Jervis, eyes darting around his room as you stop in the doorway, blissfully unaware of how panicked the man you’re conversing with is. A comfortable silence stretches over the room, well, comfortable for you. The quick gleams of your pupils and the subtle head nods are too inconspicuous for him to see as he scrambles to determine if your reaction is negative or positive. Instead of asking, his fingers intertwine themselves with they stringy ends of his throw blanket. Nice room Tetch, your place looks way better then whatever hell scape Jerome’s house is. Seriously, how’d he even come up with some of that stuff? Your words and small laugh let his shoulders fall and mouth exhale a small sound mimicking yours, white teeth coming into view. I’m not sure Y/N, perhaps the same way he comes up with all the horrors he’s created. Anyhow, thank you for the compliment, I’ve had to do quite a bit of redecorating since the old owners moved out. He sent you a slight exaggerated wink, feeling much better watching you gracefully travel about his room, fingers tracing faintly over the designs and engravings cluttering his possessions.

I supposed so, hey, is there a bathroom in this part of the house? I still have gunpowder on me and the one Johnathan used is waaayyy back there. You put down an old hat stand on his dresser to point left, the direction you had stumbled into him from. Of course, Jervis guides you to the side of the room he was on, this door here is to the master bathroom. Do you need anything? There should be all the necessary toiletries already. He pulls the door open and flips the light switch as he moves to give you a pathway in. Actually yes, if you don’t mind. GCPD got into the lab before I had a chance to grab my go bag, do you mind if I borrow so pajamas? I’m alright in this if not. A sheepish smile graces Jervis’s favorite face, and he finds it hard to speak over the deafening thump of his heart. Y/N, you can absolutely borrow something to sleep in, sorry the guards I got for you weren’t suitable for protecting your workspace. What would you like: silk, cotton, I have many different kinds to choose from. He scans the drawer of pajamas looking for a pair you’d like.

Don’t worry about it, guards lasted long enough for me to leave and that’s what matters. I’ll be good with just a T-shirt and boxers if that’s good with you Tetch, thanks a million! Once again tonight, Jervis finds himself hiding a blush for you as he hands over the clothing. Lovely Y/N will be sleeping in his bed, in his clothes, next to him! Hearing the water turn on, Jervis changes his own clothes and lays down, staring at the ceiling. While he ponders how the bed will be shared, his eyelids grow heavy. Despite trying to fight it, he succumbs to slumber before you can return, the days events catching up to him. After you finished your shower, you had quietly slipped under the covers on the opposite side, purposely leaving space between you and your secret crush to keep him comfortable.

Waking up the next morning, Jervis relished in the quiet. Seems he was the first to wake. He moved to stretch, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar weight causing him to freeze. Instead of a blanket, he found himself wrapped in Y/N’s grasp, head tucked under the other man’s chin. The panic and shock started to subside, though his embarrassment stayed. How had this happened? He fell asleep on one side of the bed yet here he is, cuddling on the other with a very much still asleep and unaware Y/N. Did he move over? Was he pulled over during the course of the night? Jervis remained as still as possible while he looked for clues to answer his many questions, but apparently not still enough.

You had stirred, pulling his back even closer to your chest & tightening the grip you had on his waist. Your pillows sucked, you’re too comfortable, go back to sleep Jervis. He heard your mumbled words and decided that maybe that was a good idea, so he began to get comfortable. He struggled for a bit before turning to face you, curling into your chest and letting a content sigh slip out, not seeming to notice the chuckle bouncing through you. With one last good morning , Jervis let himself drift off once more. More then happy to let his future self deal with the situation when he awakens.

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first season so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes · 4 months

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Nathaniel Barnes (& Harvey Bullock & Jim Gordon) Defending Homosexuality (Nathaniel Barnes x Male/Nonbinary/Not Cis etc. Reader, but this also has other cool stuff apart from romance like, uhm, him🤭😂)

@honestmrdual asked: So, about Barnes x reader request... How about Barnes and male reader, who insist on making their relationship known to public, at least in the precinct, and Barnes, pretty obviously, being opposed to this idea? Humour, or angst, or both, you can decide! :)

Author's note: Here are all of my thoughts, I hope you like them😊 This is soo much longer than expected

Reader: ambiguously not perceived as a woman (so a man, nonbinary, masculine/very androgynous woman, etc.)

Other featured characters: Harvey Bullock because he's gotta be against homophobia. Also a little mention of Jim & Oswald because they had something going there 😉

Warning: homophobia (not from the love-interest though 🙂), illegal homosexuality

First of all: whether homosexuality's illegal in Gotham or not, Nathaniel Barnes doesn't think of it as a sin. He may be a lawfully good character, thinking that the only line separating him from animals is the law, but he's not stupid: a healthy consensual relationship just isn't immoral, illegal or not. There's not the least bit internalized homophobia in him, and I can imagine that even if homosexuality was illegal, it would mostly go ignored by the police. Though it would be comically tragic for someone to get thrown into a cell next to an actual criminal. One's in for murder while the other just kissed their partner?? Gotham's crazy!

If it was illegal, Barnes would do anything in his power to make sure to help the wrongfully convicted. He starts out small by letting them go free on his own, going home in the evening to assure himself that you're still there in his arms, not in some cell. He knows he's already doing so much but what if it isn't enough?

He loves what you share and is very aware of how quickly things could go wrong, so when you ask him to make your relationship public, he's vehemently against it and very confused. "Did someone hit on you? Do you want to tell them that you're in a relationship? Because you have my full support to make up a partner if you want to."

When you tell him that that isn't the case, he assumes that it's something else. "Are you jealous? You know that I love you. I don't think that anyone at the GCPD wants to be with me." He leans towards you and lowers his voice, "But between us: I wouldn't want to be with any of them even if I didn't have you." He even tries to throw shade at his co-workers despite normally being very professional, "Some can be a little..." You smile at his obvious contrition, "Stupid?" you offer. He purses his lips and makes a vague hand gesture, which makes you laugh. He's really trying not to be mean.

Despite the now light-hearted atmosphere, you bring the conversation back to your request, and he gets serious again. The idea might sound naively dangerous to him but you obviously care about it, so he doesn't dismiss it right away. He wants to know whether there's a smaller problem that he can solve. Do you doubt his love for you? Are you afraid of someone taking him away from you?

If any of these is the case, he makes it one of his missions to prove you wrong. Not that he doesn't make you feel loved any other time. He's very thankful for you. But if it's not enough for you, then it's not enough. Feelings are valid...and so is your safety: he doesn't give in.

"Even just the fact that I'm a known police officer could put you in danger", he stresses, "And I can only think in horror of the hatred that would certainly be directed at us for other reasons."

Things continue as they were, until one day when he overhears some officers make fun of Jim Gordon for being called Penguin's bitch - with lots off ugly terms thrown at Jim - none other than Harvey Bullock, the man Nathaniel would have expected at least some homophobia from, defends his partner and gives them hell for the things they said.

"You got a problem with Jim banging a known criminal? That's fine with me, hell, I'd have a problem with it too if it was true! But you target my buddy because he's with a man? Seriously? Your girlfriend doesn't even know you've been looking at someone else, but you're criticising him for being in a consensual relationship, which, again, isn't even real?! Check your morals, man!"

"Okaay, Bullock, chill, I was just joking around. Besides: it's illegal, you know that, right?"

Harvey raises his eyebrows, "Well it shouldn't be." "Careful there, Bullock. Don't want to get thrown out by the captain, do we?" Harvey huffed, "I think he's got a little more common sense than you think." "You don't seem completely convinced." "Ugh, stop it. Get yourself a life. Maybe I'll ask him sometime."

Except that he doesn't. He has neither the time nor the nerves.

Nathaniel tells you the story, promising to work on it, just way slower than you wished. He waits until he heard the next hateful comment so that he could directly intervene, making his already planned speech later seem more natural.

So it comes that he spends more time outside of his office until one day when he heard Jim again, "Doesn't seem like Oswald if you ask me" followed by "Except that I didn't ask you, you fag-" "LANGUAGE", the commissioner's word gets everyone's attention, "like this is highly inappropriate here, any place really. You are police officers, show some goddamn respect!"

"But he's literally called his bitch in the streets-"

"Are we not in a police precinct?"

"Of course we are, sir, but it's also illegal to-"

"And do you not have a brain, detective?" "Sir, I wasn't trying to say that detective Gordon is seriously a f-"

"You're missing the point: hate speech of any kind isn't tolerated here."

"Got it-"

"-nor should you use it at home." He noticed the silence around him. "Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

Wow, that felt good to get off his chest! He still needs to make that speech, which would normally be really easy but he doesn't want to make your relationship public or out himself to be honest. He wants to appear completely distanced from the topic, non-emotional, just rational.

When he asks what your ideas are, he's frustrated that something feeling so right, so wonderful, has to be justified at all. He's nervous about the speech: normally he only stands behind the law, and now he's speaking out against it? He's conflicted.

"Why don't you let someone else speak as well?" you try, knowing that he can take on too much work.

"What?" he asks, not wanting to put that burden onto someone else. You shrug, "Let Gordon say some things, he's the one you always complain about being one step away from being a criminal. And you say that he's got people who look up to him."

"No", he protests, "it has to come from someone who has never misstepped."

You give him an unconvinced look, "You have misstepped."

He takes in a sharp breath at the memory. "You killed a man and I still trust and love you, Nathaniel." He looks a little less sceptic now.

"That speech can come from any cop and it will come from someone who at least once committed a crime. I'm not saying that you should let someone else say everything, just that you might wanna talk about it with some other detectives first. Make it appear natural."

The perfect opportunity would come: the time when the crime incidents skyrocket and the precinct has to clean rooms to make way for prisoners.

"Alright everyone, listen up! We've obviously got too little room for perps, so we're gonna have to prioritize."

He takes a deep breath and thinks back to your impressed look at his practiced speech, "From now on, there are a few deeds we will no longer persecute. Not just because of the current lack of space but because they shouldn't be crimes."

He looks at the officers, most of whom don't look extremely bothered, and starts the list, "Anyone here on grounds of consensual relationships to someone of the same sex is to be set free without any entries."

By the end of the list of other "crimes", a few people are looking at him confused, some even angry but not many more than he expected. One officer raises his voice, "So what about that black-haired guy we got in for kissing another man?"

"He's in for sexual harassment!" Jim Gordon comes to his aid spontaneously. "He'll stay", Nathaniel continues, noting that a few people's sour expressions disappear.

"Finally for those of you still unconvinced, who don't have the brains to think by themseleves: before you arrest someone for any of the things mentioned before, ask yourself: would I rather harm one person or save many? A lot is on the line, we've gotten more bombings in four months than in the last year combined. So be smart."

"I'll drink to that!" Harvey shouts and the resulting laughter lightens the mood. That that day more people visit the GCPD captain's office or pass by and say their approval.

It's the beginning of a new time for the precinct and hopefully eventually for Gotham.

However, that still doesn't mean that he likes the idea of criminals knowing that you mean so much to him.

He'll tell some colleagues about you though. They deserve to know what a wonderful partner one can have as a police officer.

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