#jim x harvey

[shyjusticewarrior]

Gotham Incorrect Quotes Pt 158

Oswald: Oh, my stepmother was right, I'm never gonna get married.

Ed: You know what, that is... Who wouldn't want you?

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Harvey: If a beautiful women disagrees with me I will immediately change my view, I have no principles.

Jim: No you won't.

Harvey: That is correct I won't.

[accidentallyadoptedbybatman]

Jim Gordon is the bicycle of Gotham i swear you can ship him with nearly everyone

[savpumpkinhead]

thinking ab jimxharvey rn they are so

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Just dug up some Gotham alignment charts I made years ago…

[love-imagineitall]

Let Her Go

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x Assassin!Female!Reader

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

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

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"Are you kidding me Gordon!?!?"

"What the hell are you talking about Harvey?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harvey! Long time no see"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who the hell is she Harvey?"

"You remember Victor Zsasz?"

"How could I forget?"

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

"And what Harvey?"

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

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

"Uncuff her Jim! Uncuff her!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eupheme]

Winter Wonderland Dilfcember Masterlist ❄️

excited to participate in a fun, filthy, and festive dilfcember, created and hosted by the incredible @obiknights! ✨

[series playlist] | [ao3]

— Day 1: Pillow Fort

jim hopper x f!reader | rated g | moodboard + drabble

— Day 3: Baking / Messy Kitchen

obi-wan x gn!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic

—Day 5: Lazy Sunday

charlie swan x f!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic

— Day 7: Scarf Returned

modern!din djarin x gn!reader | rated g | 1.5k

— Day 9: First Snowstorm of the Season

sdv!harvey x f!reader | rated e | 3.4k

— Day 11: Movie Night

alfred pennyworth x f!reader | rated e | 2.4k

— Day 13: Bonfire

joel miller x f!reader | rated m | 1.9k

— Day 15: Matching Pajamas

alfred pennyworth x reader | rated g | drabble

— Day 17: Cabin

arthur morgan x f!reader | 5 sentence fic

— Day 19: Reading

prof!otto octavius x f!reader | rated e | 1.4k

— Day 21: Wedding

wedding date!obi-wan x f!reader | rated e | 5.1k

— Day 23: Bookstore Date

alfred pennyworth x reader | 5 sentence fic

— Day 27: Date Night In

otto octavius x gn!reader | moodboard | 5 sentence fic

— Day 29: Candles

charlie swan x f!reader x carlisle cullen | rated e | 5k

— Day 31: New Year’s Eve/Midnight Kiss

alfred pennyworth x f!reader | rated t | 2k

Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy! 💕

[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 ;)

[mortiferumsomnum]

Soup Kitchens and Runaway Ghosts (Part 3)

*throws idea-fic at you guys* THANK YOU FOR LIKING THIS!!!! ASLDGKHSALKDGHLAKSDGH

Part 1, Part 2

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When your boss tells you to come to Apartment 304 in Schnapp Avenue along the Upper West Side of Gotham, you don’t question it. You especially don’t question the grocery list that your boss listed down for you, neither do you question the need for fluffy blankets, pillows and paper bags.

You have to gather up the things in a box, get into your (stolen) car, and drive to your second location.

It’s just something you do.

The less questions you ask, the less you have to deny. That’s what Bill had learned in his life as a professional henchman.

However, after a long career of being a henchman, none had ever compared to the experience of working under the Red Hood. Sure, the guy threatens you with his guns, and shoots and misses your feet as a joke, but the man had been changing the lower-class neighborhood for better with all the control he has in the Gotham Underworld.

Bill never had to fear for his life, either. He didn’t have to worry about living a new day, and he didn’t have to worry about what wacky idea his boss had just cooked up. Now, all he worried is what kind of soup they’ll be making for the next day at the soup kitchen, and what new recipe the Red Hood’s favorite person, Jason, was going to teach them.

Honestly, Bill didn’t feel like a henchman at all. Maybe a butler-in-training, even if there was no hope for him being employed as a butler.

(In the future, Bill would fondly look back at this moment as he serves tea to a graying Alfred, who is relaxing in his bed as Jason... well, Master Jason, retold his semi-mundane day to his grandfather.)

Finally, he arrives.

*****

- ‘Congratulations! You killed someone! But not just someone! It’s multiple people!’ a voice in Tim’s head laughs. It sounds like a mix between murder-hungry Jason and that lunatic Joker. 

- There had been a time before he killed someone. Well, he thought he killed him. Johnny Warlock. Although in the end, the guy was actually alive the whole time, Tim remembers punching the guy’s fake until he couldn’t hear the fake’s grunts, until he couldn’t hear the fake’s heartbeats. Warlock hurt Spoiler, hurt Steph who he was in love with that time; he broke her leg and made her scream. He was so beat up over being a murderer, it took a while to get over it. (Source: Robin #123, Die Screaming, Boy Wonder!)

- It also doesn’t help that he even met a future version of himself who killed everyone, donned in a fucking Batsuit and acting like going far and killing your enemies was the norm. To be fair, in this future, every single teen titan were killing and taking things too far, but there is nothing more frightening than knowing that you have the potential to kill so efficiently without remorse. (Source: Teen Titans vol. 4 #17-19, Teen Titans of Tomorrow; Robin Today, Batman Tomorrow; Running Out of Time)

- Now, he killed people. On accident. Fuck.

- Before heading to the apartment, he decided to head to the scene, staking out in a shadowed area while observing what was going on. It wasn’t good. There were police everywhere. Jim Gordon was talking with a bunch of... investigators? Wait, they’re not Gotham-based investigators.

- He threw a tiny drone into the air, letting it catch wind before controlling it to fly closer to where the investigators were, planting a few bugs onto them and turning up the volume in his installed listening device. He was too far to lip-read. (I’d like people to know that in this au, he has some bugs on every officer in Gotham.)

- “Look,” that was Jim Gordon’s voice, “I get that you want to take over investigating this case, but I’m not handing it to you. You don’t understand the going-ons in this city. Red Hood is a crime-lord, yes. But this situation looks like the Red Hood was being chased for things not related to crime. Excessive how these ‘government based agents’ took to chasin’ after a single rogue without a single thought of avoiding civilians. It was the Red Hood leadin’ them to a civilian-less road, from how it looks like, rather than being chased into an environment where they could go all out. They didn’t hesitate to run-down a civilian, much less avoid children or seniors. In comparison to Red Hood who took great care to staying off of civilian roads and within GCPD territory.”

- “I don’t trust any of ‘ya folks who say yer from the government to keep my city safe.”

- “Like you have been keeping it safe for all the years you’ve been Commissioner?” one of the investigators scoffed. “Letting caped vigilantes beat up bad guys, and receiving weekly break-outs while your officers do nothing but sit pretty in their car with a gun?”

- Tim bristled. Jim Gordon is the only person who’s trying to do anything to make sure Gotham citizens stay safe, trying his best to weed out all the corrupt officers no matter how slow it had been going. Things ARE getting better. It’s not like Jim likes relying on vigilantes, either. The only time he relies on the Bat is when there is No Other Option. But he has mutual respect with all the Bats.

- Commissioner Gordon only raises an unimpressed brow, which looks so much like Barbara’s. “You’re still not getting it,” he said, turning around and doing a great impression of Batman walking away like a badass, letting his long coat billow in the wind. Unlike the Bats, however, he doesn’t disappear from sight and only enters his car, driving away.

- The investigators start talking to themselves. Here’s what Tim gathers: 35 men had been killed from his little accidental murder. (Breathe in, Tim. You can brood about it later...) They weren’t just chasing after Red Hood, but they were also after a ‘Daniel Fenton’ and an ‘unauthorized clone’ possibly made from Daniel’s genes. This ‘Daniel’ also can’t be brought back to his home, because his parents have also teamed up with them.

- They confirmed Jason’s claims about these people hunting down ghosts. But Tim finds out from them how they not only aim to hunt them down, they aim for complete extermination. It’s ‘Daniel’s’ parents who wants to conduct experiments, given that any findings will be reported to these people. 

- There’s... there’s just no way these people are actually from the government. If ghosts were real and the government were involved... wouldn’t that mean that there are actual laws on how ghosts are treated and dealt with?

- “Make sure to report to the boss about how much we need to spend to catch these ghosts.” Tim almost growls, clenching his fists. Because not only were they talking about getting rid of ghosts, but including the extermination of his definitely-not-but-totally-is-brother. He can’t let this happen. 

- Once these investigators were done talking, they went into their own car. Tim made sure that his bugs wouldn’t be tracked for at least the next 3 days. Then, he opened his comms to a private link to Oracle.

- “O, I need you to search something. Ectobiology laws.”

- “...What?”

- “Laws on how ghosts are dealt with.”

- “Tim... I... fine.”

- After a few moments, Oracle cursed. “This can’t be real. There are actual laws on--- Tim, how did you find out about this? Does Bruce know about this? What the actual--”

- “I don’t think even Harvey Dent knows about this, and he was an attorney. What did it say?”

- “In summary? It’s all ‘kill on sight’ for any ghost. They’re making reforms for some of them, though. None of them good. It mostly involves research.”

- “Are there any research on ghosts?”

- “That are not just narrative reports from Ghost Hunters? Yeah, from Madeline and Jack Fenton. They’ve written so many of them, they’re probably the only scientific source. Ectoplasm... it seems to be similar to the Lazarus Pits...”

- Tim pursed his lips. He doesn’t know how much Jason wants to share about Daniel and the clone. “O, these people want to catch Jason. He has the same ecto-signature as the ghosts that they seem to like tracking down.” He needs to update his safe-house to avoid Jason and his new wards from getting caught. But also, “We might want to see if Robin and Batman has some kind of ecto-signature on them... Maybe even Dick from how much time he spends with them. I’ll try to nab some of the gadgets from these vans and see if we can turn them into our own tech. 

- “You do that. I’ll update Batman on what’s going on.”

- Tim cuts the line off and sighs. His body suddenly feels heavy, and it’s not because of anything physical. It was a weight in his mind that refuses to lighten, only growing heavier and heavier. 

- But he remembers what he told Barbara, and he remembers that Jason is waiting for him with hot chocolate in the safe-house he needs to upgrade.

- He pushes his body forward. It’s probably thanks to his training that his body is able to do exactly he needs to do, staying out of the people’s eyes while snatching the tech before it could be loaded in some government trailer. his head felt foggy, and he couldn’t feel his hands and legs. But his body was moving. And the next thing he knows, he’s already changed out of his costume, headed to Jason on foot.

***

- The Doctor, Theodore “Teddy” Sturgeon (HEH. I named him after some author. Have you read To Marry Medusa? don’t remember much of the plot, but damn I remember loving it!), checked over Danny again. 

- Everything was healed. The vivisection and blaster wounds have healed into scars. Other parts of his body also showed some light scars, but the most dangerous ones have been healed.

- He sighed, rubbed a hand down in his face, and took a spare pillow. Then, he screamed into it.

- The smell of chocolate wafted around the apartment, making him feel nauseous, so he laid on the cold floor. Which, of course, made his nausea worse. 

- “Hey, Doctor Teddy! Do you want some hot chocolate?”

- No. Maybe some soup. But Teddy was too nauseous to talk. So, he only groaned back.

- “I’ll take that as a yes!”

- Of course groaning was a mistake.

- The Red Hood, who was now dressed like a civilian named Jason, came back inside with two mugs. He handed one of the mugs to Dani, who took it with a smile. Everyone in the room could tell how shaky her hands were, and that’s why ‘Jason’ led Dani to one of the smaller couches for her to sit down on.

- Then, Jason sat down at another couch and sipped from his own mug. Thank you Mr. Red Hood for thinking he was pathetic enough to not have any of his own hot chocolate.

- That was when there was a knock on the door. The Red Hood laid his mug on the wooden table that was also in the room, before getting up to answer the door, Dani doing the same thing and running right after him.

- [And I’d like everyone to know that Dani is smol. Like, she reaches until Jason’s hips smol.]

- He heard Dani gasp. “IT’S BILL!!!”

- He heard the Red Hood sigh. “Timmers, why are you burritoed and carried by my best chef?”

- “Hrrrrnnngggg...”

- “I’m not... I’m not that good, man.”

- Huh... that last voice sounds familiar. Doctor Teddy took a great effort to stand up, groaning and feeling his knees click. Then, finally, the people came back in, with Jason heading straight to the kitchen with a paper bag... probably full of groceries, and...

- “Oh, shit, Bill??”

- “Teddy??”

- Dani blinked at the both of them, sitting back down at the small couch while picking up her mug. “The two of you know each other?”

- Know each other? They used to work under the same bosses during the first Robin’s earlier years! Teddy was trying to get his degree while also getting paid doing all the easy stuff, y’know, like bandaging other henchmen up?? He was there when Bill had lost two of his femurs to Batman. He’s the one who brought him to Dr. Thompkins’ hospital.

- During those years, both he and Bill were so desperate to make a living, they refused to see exactly how deep in crime the both of them were getting. By the time the third Robin came into the picture, they drifted apart... well, it’s not like the two of them were close in the first place, but whichever boss Teddy was with, Bill was there too. It just felt weird not seeing the other whenever they were working under a new boss.

- Teddy got his degree, tried practicing in legal stuff, got too sentimental with some patients, and got arrested for doing unauthorized surgeries on people who definitely needed them. After being released, there was no hospital willing to accept him anymore... that’s when the Red Hood recruited him... and the rest was history.

- Bill chuckled. “Small world, huh?” he said. Then, gesturing to Danny with his chin, he smiled at Teddy. “Looks like we’re going back to old times, eh?”

- Teddy, who no longer felt the effects of nausea, only nodded. “Yeah,” he said, smiling back. Then, he gestured to the kid that Bill was carrying over his shoulder. “Does he need help?”

- Bill shook his head. “Nah. The kid just needs a cup of Jason’s hot chocolate. He looks like he’s been under the influence of Scarecrow’s fear toxin.”

- Teddy winced. “Yeah, okay,” he said, stepping aside so that Bill could place the kid wrapped in a fluffy blanket on the small couch the Red Hood was sitting on earlier. 

- Teddy squinted. “Is that... Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne?????”

- Bill nodded.

- Oh shit... he knew that the Red Hood, Jason, looked familiar. Does that mean that his name is actually, truthfully Jason?? THE Jason Peter Todd-Wayne??? Second adopted son of Bruce Wayne who died????? No... no... maybe they just look alike. And have the same name. Or the Red Hood chose that name specifically because he LOOKS like Jason.

- But that makes no sense! The Red Hood shoots anyone who disrespects the dead. He’d be a hypocrite if he wasn’t... Jason...

- Red Hood, who might also actually be known as Jason, walked into the room with a tray carrying three mugs. He handed one to Bill, then one to Timothy, who accepted it with a tired thank you, and then a mug towards Teddy. Upon accepting it (and no, Teddy did not squeak while he thanked him! *sobs* he didn’t!!), Teddy realizes that his mug was filled with good ol’ chicken soup.

- Okay, whatever. You don’t throw under the bus someone who feeds you well. Taking a sip, he inwardly cried at how good it was.

- “So, the kid sleeping on the couch is your brother?” Bill decided to ask, taking a seat on a chair he dragged from the kitchen.

- “Yeah... kinda... but we like thinking we’re siblings!”

- “Hm... how long has he been out?” Bill asked. 

- Here, the small girl seemed to become smaller. Her face turned sad, and it broke Teddy’s heart because no small child is supposed to look that sad. The Red Hood... Jason patted the girl’s back to comfort her.

- “He’s been out even before she took me to check on him, Bill,” said Jason. “He’s also never woke up when the Red Hood brought him over to Doc.”

- Oh, ohhhhhh, so we’re keeping Jason and the Red Hood being the same person a secret? Okay, yeah, Teddy could do that. Wait, he called him Doc, and only Doc. He doesn’t want Bill to misunderstand that he’s being legal in his Doctor stuff. He’s as much in crime as Bill probably is.

- But he doesn’t have time to point that out, because Timothy Drake-Wayne grunted, bringing out from his blanket a plastic bag full of tech, looking a bit more lively now that he’s drunk the hot chocolate.

- “Is everyone in this room in the know about who’s chasing after... the kids?” he was looking at Jason for confirmation, who nodded.

- “The official story,” said Timothy, “is that the ‘Government Investigation Ward’ or GIW is after the Red Hood, due to his constitution being similar to that of a ghost.”

- Bill blinked. “I’m sorry... what?”

- Timothy ignored him. “Ghost is just a general term for anything that has ectoplasm. The real story is that they’re after the kids AND Red Hood, because all three of them have ectoplasmic components in their body.”

- Bill looked to Teddy with a question in his eyes. Ectoplasm? his gaze seemed to ask. 

- “When I was treating Danny over here, he had some green substance in his blood,” he explained. “It both enhanced his healing and the infection, so his body was literally at war on the inside.” Turning his gaze to Timothy, he confirmed, “That green substance must be what you’re calling ectoplasm, right?”

- Timothy nodded. “It is. I don’t know the full description of what this ectoplasm does, but it seems that all three seem to naturally create ectoplasm in their bodies.”

- “When the Red Hood said to the Bats that the GIW seemed to follow him due to what he was, it mostly meant that the GIW was following them through their ectobiological signatures.” Timothy then shook the plastic to make all of their attention point to it. “The tech in this plastic bag? I took it directly from the vans before they were retrieved by the government. Once I figure out how they managed to sense ectoplasm with these things, I’m going to upgrade the security measures in this room... and then to the new safehouse we’re going to move into.”

- Bill whistled. “I knew that the Waynes were probably sponsoring the Bats behind the scenes, but to be the ones personally making their gadgets? That’s amazing.”

- Doc suddenly put the pieces together... techy... Timothy Drake-Wayne being Jason Todd-Wayne’s step-brother...

- Oh shit. That’s Red Robin, isn’t he?!?????

- “You okay, Doctor Teddy?? You’re looking a bit pale over there...” said Dani with worry on her face.

- “I’m... I’m fine.” NO I’M NOT!!! “I’m just... processing that the government... is using the people’s taxes to chase after people who are very clearly alive....”

- Dani snorted. “You don’t know the half of it! But, yeah! This IS where all the taxes are going. That’s why a whole bunch of people where me and Danny came from commit tax fraud!”

- Jason huffed. “Danny and I, Dani.”

- Dani gave Jason the stink-eye. 

- Jason then pointed a thumb to the kitchen while looking at Timothy. “The dining table is clean. You could do your stuff there. There’s also extra hot chocolate on the stove.”

- Timothy gave a small thanks. But before Timothy could pass Jason, Jason took him by the shoulders and whispered into his ears that the Doctor couldn’t hear.

(”Thanks, Tim... I’ll chat with you later, yeah?”

Tim shrugged. “Or we don’t have to talk about it.”

Jason pats his shoulder. “Whatever makes you comfortable...” What else would Dick say, Jason wondered. Then, he added, “Just know that I’m here to listen when you do wanna talk.” Because there’s no fucking way he’s letting Bruce talk to Tim about what happened.

Tim was quiet, eyes shining under the dim light of the living room. “Yeah... thanks.

Nailed it.)

- Timothy then briskly disappeared into the kitchen.

***

- The investigators, who are actually known as Operative J and Operative K, using the aliases John Jones and Keith Keys, stopped their car in front of Wayne Manor, their gadget blinking and beeping softly as they stood in front of the gates. “Two ectoplasmic signatures here, over,” Operative J, John Jones, said into his comms.

- Operatives L, M and N were in front of Arkham Asylum, their own gadgets beeping softly. “One in Arkham, over.”

- Operative O, who was staking out in Schnapp Avenue, put his binoculars down. “Three in Schnapp Avenue: Daniel, the clone and an unknown man. Apartme----”

- Operative O wasn’t able to complete his report, because he was thrown into a wall, wheezing as he slid down.

- Then, he felt an electric shock to his neck, putting him to unconsciousness.

- “Operative O. Operative O, respond!”

- The Operative’s comms were crushed. Then, Operative O received another electric shock, frying any trackers he may have on his body that may lead the other government freaks to his location.

- Nightwing turned on his own comms. “O. Message Hood and Red Robin. Tell them that their location has been compromised.”

- “On it.”

- Nightwing then walked up to the unconscious Operative, picking him up by the back of his collar, and dragging him out of the rooftop. Some interrogations were in order.

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[bisexualmultifandommess]

What to say about Jeremiah!

He’s definitely not straight.

Like there is no way.

The minute that man set eyes on Bruce he was gone for him and that carried over even after the insanity gas.

He has been attracted to men before but after meeting Bruce most of his focus went onto him.

He is gay and Jerome is bisexual with a preference for men.

He’s never really dated before because living in fear made him wary of people and not willing to date. The only person he really trusted was Echo. He had a few crushes over the years but his fear and paranoia always kept him from fully exploring those feelings.

I like to think that in an AU where he was never hit with the gas he would’ve become more comfortable with himself and his sexuality. In this type of AU he would’ve learnt that Bruce and Selina are bisexual and I think Bruce would’ve been very accepting.

I think Post-Insanity Gas Jeremiah would doodle his and Bruce’s initials in hearts everywhere he went. Each time Jim and Harvey are at his crime scenes they see them and are so unbelievably tired of his shit.

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

Gotham Pick-Up Lines (Valentine Cards for Jim, Edward, Nathaniel Barnes & uhm IsabellA) 💌😂

Edit: I totally forgot to put Isabella into this at first 😆

This is canon, right?

Not that that's hard.

He deserves it 😁

A little more suggestive content (only written) under the cut:

Harvey's mentally and physically facepalming at that 😆😂

"Don't waste your good looks on overtime, Jimbo."

[shyjusticewarrior]

Gotham Incorrect Quotes Pt 187

Lee: Then you turn on the TV and there's pictures of straving kids in the streets of Gotham.

Ed: How does that make you feel, Oswald?

Lee: Lee.

Ed: Lee?

Lee: Yes, my name is Lee.

Jim: You're the only person I can trust.

Oswald: Oh sweetheart, you don't break into my house then talk to me about trust.

Harvey: He's got a gun... it's pointed at my dick. Jim, it's pointed at my dick! Jim!

Jim: Would you rather it was pointed at your face?

Harvey: I know it makes no sense, but yes.

[lonleywriters-blog]

Hello, I would like to ask if you could do some preferences for jealous yandere, gotham characters! ( like Bruce Wayne , Alfred , Jim Gordon , Harvey Dent ) if that's alright with you!

Yess I love them

Jealous yan. Gotham

Bruce doesn't get jealous often, but when he does he can be brutal. He never blames you, it's obvious that you don't want to flirt with that guy he's making you. He is very rich with tons of resources, so he can find everything about the man that dared to touch his love. He has no self control when taking revenge. He will let him bleed out, HE didn't technical kill him blood loss did. He is very protective and will tell you how much he loves you.

He does not get jealous frequently. He lets you have fun, but when a man starts to touch you while on the dance floor he is livid. He dares to touch the places only you let him touch? He will beat him to a pulp and plant it on someone else. He believes that you are traumatized and will cuddle you all night stroking your hair.

Alfred gets jealous frequently but hides it well. Now when he gets very jealous he will call in a few favors. He doesn't like doing the dirty work himself, he'd rather spend time with you. He sees you on a protium and he will shower in love. No one is allowed to touch you, you are him.

Jim is so protective. All of his exes have turned crazy or hurt and he refuses to let the one love of his life face the same fate. He will never physically hurt someone, but he will plant evidence on them so they face Arkham asylum. He is happy knowing they will rot and mentally break down. They should have known not to go near you, you are his love, his life. He will always protect you no matter what.

[chess-blackmyre]

"Harvey? Where's my family?" "Where my family died."

Okay so, I re-watched The Dark Knight and after this exchange between Jim and Harvey (and the amount of Duela Dent fic I've been writing) I had an angsty thought that I needed to inflict it on other people.

First, a few things.

It's implied Harvey and Rachel are sleeping together. In the restaurant scene, Harvey states "If I was sneaking out every night, someone would've noticed by now." And he takes Rachel's hand.

Another thing is, during that dinner scene, she takes a drink of wine. And yet a couple of days later, at the fundraiser, Rachel doesn't drink anything.

In fact, she's pretty much the only party guest we see (besides Bruce himself) not to have a drink in hand.

This is also the same night that Harvey pulls her aside to propose. What if these two details are related. Like say...Rachel being pregnant?

A pregnancy they only found out about recently. It's pretty early, and with everything else going on, it makes sense why they haven't told anyone yet. Maybe they were giving themselves time to let it sink in before deciding what to do about it--maybe Rachel wanted to go to the doctor and get a test done to know for sure.

But Harvey's excited. With this RICO case, they have a real chance of taking down the mob. And he might be becoming a father!

Except, Rachel is not the type of woman to get married just because she's pregnant. But Harvey's already head over heels in love with her (and worried about the insanely wealthy childhood best friend who clearly has feelings for Rachel) so what the hell, he may as well try.

Nothing's for certain yet. But they have time to figure things out.

Except they don't.

And Harvey loses his entire family before he has a chance to even have it.

[alpacavampire]

This two idiots make me so happy

I suck doing backgrounds (although I didn't try too hard this time)

Also I made this with a base, just wanna to keep it clear

[bats4bruce]

serein.

Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.68k

Prologue

Chapter 1.

"How's the medication working, hon?" A woman with blonde hair and vivid red-painted lips spoke, her gum chewing punctuating the sterile, brightly lit room. A large German Shepherd sat stoically by the door, its presence a steadfast yet silent sentinel in the otherwise still space.

Sabrina offered a nonchalant shrug, her cascading dark brown hair slipping down her shoulders as she spoke. "Some nights are better than others," she murmured, running her hands through her hair before burying her face in her palms. The room remained eerily silent, save for the soft scratching of pen against paper as the woman jotted down notes on a clipboard.

"Not much of a talker?" the woman quipped, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. However, Sabrina's response was continued silence. "Your counselor tells me you want to re-enlist?" The woman continued, prompting a nod from Sabrina. "Look, puddin', you've been through four therapists. Ya need to start talking…" As the conversation drifted, Harleen Quinzel, the woman in charge, moved around the room, her attention momentarily diverting to the German Shepherd by the door. She attempted to coax affection from the stoic canine, though it seemed unresponsive to her efforts.

Observing the exchange with a discerning gaze, Sabrina leaned back in the plush chair, contemplating the sterile surroundings and the lingering weight of the conversation. "I was misdiagnosed," she admitted, her voice carrying a weight of conviction. Addressing Dr. Quinzel, Sabrina hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I think our time is up." With those words, she rose from her seat, the German Shepherd immediately following suit. Harleen glanced at the clock, a touch of disappointment crossing her features as she sighed softly.

Just before Sabrina left the room, Harleen reached out, placing a hand gently on her arm. "I really hope ya find what you're looking for," she offered sincerely, her gaze filled with a mixture of empathy and understanding. Though Sabrina remained stoned-faced, as Sabrina slipped through the doorway, the silence of the sterile room remained, only disrupted by the gentle sound of the closing door echoing in the vacant space.

Sabrina lay sprawled on her couch, her attention drifting between the mindless drivel of a reality TV show and the rain's gentle tapping on the windows. Empty beer cans littered the table nearby, evidence of her lackadaisical state. Her head rested on its side, mouth slightly agape, though she wasn't fully asleep. As the ambient streetlights cast a soothing glow into her dimly lit apartment, Zion, the large German Shepherd, lazily chewed on a toy, occasionally glancing up at the television.

Sensing a presence, Sabrina didn't bother to lift her head. "Back again, bat boy?" she mumbled, her voice heavy with nonchalance. Zion's ears perked up at the sound of her voice. A dark figure, draped in a cape, emerged from her bedroom. "Hand me a beer, will ya?" Sabrina grunted casually, extending her hand toward the table. Batman sighed, his frustration evident in the subtle shift of his posture.

"No," he replied firmly, taking measured steps toward her. Sabrina pushed herself up, causing Zion to gently settle back onto the couch as she stood unsteadily. Her gaze met Batman's. "Drinking?" His question hung in the air, though he already knew the answer, observing the beer cans scattered about.

"I'm bored, is all," she retorted with a sigh, her voice sounding surprisingly composed despite the situation. It was a testament to years of training that allowed her voice to maintain its steadiness. "I suppose you are too, that's why you came," she added, stepping away from his grasp and stumbling toward the kitchen.

Batman shook his head slightly, "I came to check on you." The silence between them lingered, heavy with unspoken concern. "How was therapy?" he inquired, trying to steer the conversation into more serious territory.

Sabrina abruptly slammed shut the refrigerator door, cracking open a can of beer. Her movements were rigid, her frustration palpable. "Therapy's just another word for someone prying into things they don't understand," she retorted sharply, her tone edged with defiance. As she made her way back to the couch, she muttered, "I'm sorry you feel the need to check on me." Sabrina never found out what was the cause of Batman checking on her. Perhaps it was from her attempt to kill herself or maybe Rachel requested him too, she's better off not knowing. Sabrina chugged the cold drink, her eyes locked with his.

"I don't mind, better than beating up thugs," Batman retorted, his gloved hands clenching at his sides. Sabrina regarded him skeptically.

"I'd rather be doing that," she stated firmly, breaking their eye contact and staring down at the floor. "I don't know… I'm just going through a rough time. That's all." Her voice wavered as she explained, but she managed to keep her emotions in check. Sabrina had the urge to cry, yet she restrained herself – crying was something she had trained herself not to do, no matter the emotional toll.

"I know," Batman nodded, a subtle understanding reflected in his eyes. "You should get out more," he advised before the radio on his belt crackled to life, emitting police chatter before falling silent. Batman glanced down momentarily before meeting her gaze again. "I'll see you later," he reassured her with a nod before swiftly making his way to her bedroom, disappearing through the only openable window. At first, Sabrina hadn't been keen on Batman – a grown man in a bat suit seemed ridiculous. But his concern, despite being a stranger, held a sense of genuine care that she couldn't ignore.

As the apartment returned to its quiet state, Sabrina remained seated, the weight of her conversation with Batman lingering in the room.

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Her phone blared across the otherwise silent apartment, disrupting the quiet solitude. Grudgingly, Sabrina reached for it, flipping it open.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse and gruff, squinting as sunlight streamed in through the wide windows.

"Were you asleep?" Rachel's voice crackled from the other end. Sabrina let out an annoyed sigh and rubbed her face.

"Yes," she stated bluntly, checking the time on her watch. It was well past noon. "It's only…" Her voice trailed off, realizing the time. Hurriedly, she dashed over to Zion's bowl and filled it with kibble.

"There's a gala next month, for Harvey," Rachel informed her. Sabrina balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear while pouring the dog's food, the clatter echoing in the apartment.

"And…?" Sabrina prompted, waiting for Rachel to continue, filling the other bowl with water as Zion eagerly dug into his meal.

"And you're going," Rachel affirmed.

"The hell I am," Sabrina snapped back. "You can tell buddy boy Dent he can soak in his glory without his favorite… Oh my golly, Rach, what does he call me? The girl who lives! Like I'm written by JK fucking Rowling or whatever," she argued, hearing Rachel sigh on the other end.

"Bruce Wayne invited you, as his date," Rachel admitted, attempting to persuade her. "Aren't you curious about Gotham's most eligible bachelor?"

"I'm not," Sabrina declared firmly, closing the phone abruptly and tossing it onto the counter.

[orwells-nightmare]

Reposts of My Gotham Memes Pt 3