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chicchanmooshy · 3 years ago

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Shades of grey; chapter 07 - Teasing Mickey

warnings: 18+, explicite, language, smut, nsfw, mention of tcest

Ishtar slept long and good. When she woke up she remembered what happened last night, which made her purr. After dressing she walked straight to the infirmary to see how the guys were doing. Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello were still fast asleep. Michaelangelo just woke up and looked at her, knowingly. She just smiled and shrugged. She beckoned him. “Shall we make breakfast together?”

“Sounds great!” he said. “So-o.. what did you and Donnie do last night?” he asked naughty.

Ishtar blushed, “why do you ask?”

“Because.. Donnie didn't wanna tell anything.”

She raised her eyes to the heavens, “Ooh, thank you Donnie.” And then saying to Mickey, “you're not gonna hear it from me either.”

“Na-ah, I wanna know!”

“Pff, whatever. We showered together.”

“And...?” Mickey was prying. “Okay, different question, are you still a virgin?”

“A virgin? Dear goddess, no! I'm 33, you know!”

“Oh? Nice and young, especially by turtle standards. By the way, we're 32.”

Leonardo was awake now, keeping still and he could hear all of this. And he had seen her blushing. He knew enough. His wounds were itching already, which means his body was healing. 'Soon Ishtar..' he thought.

“Say Mickey, would Splinter mind if we put on some loud music?”

“Le' me check.” He looked at the clock. “Nah, he's meditating now. And if we're too loud, he uses his white noise machine. So-o.., what did you had in mind?”

She grinned and blushed again, “Oh, some dance-able rap..”

“Oow, bring it on!”

Ishtar made a list with basically Flo Rida.

Flo Rida, Pitbull – Can't believe it

Flo Rida, Sia – Wild ones

Flo Rida – Good feeling

Meghan Trainer – All about that bass

Flo Rida – Low

Mickey and Ishtar danced in the kitchen and prepared breakfast, making several things. And a tasty pot of coffee for Donnie.

“Hey, don't spoil Donnie so much!” Mickey said.

Ishtar just laughed. “As if you wouldn't like that yourself?”

“Duh, of course I would. You can start anytime with that, preferable now!” he said with big hopeful eyes.

“Turn up the music than!” And she danced in front of the kitchen on “Can't believe it” and “Low”. At the end of the last song, Mickey was drooling.

“Was that enough pampering?” she asked.

Still drooling, Mickey just nodded. Ishtar bounced back into the kitchen, on the rhythm of the music. She hadn't seen that Leo, Raph and Donnie were approaching, also drooling.

“Damn, she's driving me crazy!” Raphael said. He pulled Donatello on his arm. “Lay low a little, you've had her already, give us a chance too.”

“Of course you get your chance with her, just don't push her into something she doesn't like. She's special.”

“Oh yeah? Did you treat her as such? Did ya made her cum?” Raph asked.

“Oh shell” Donnie's face turned to a lighter shade of green. “I don't remember! She said things that made me loose my mind. Couldn't think straight anymore..”

“Oh-ho, really?! Mr. all brains lost it in her presence? Wow, than she really is special.”

Ishtar heard the last part of their conversation and giggled. 'Well guys, welcome into my life. Because this woman knows what she wants and likes.'

She busied herself with a frying pan to make some pancakes, the last thing she had to do in the kitchen. Feeling Michaelangelo coming near and his intent, she said “Mickey, slap me once and meet this frying pan in your face.”

“Pff, I've got ninja skills. You can't hit m..” Ishtar stopped the pan just one inch from his face and softly bumped his nose. Looking around the pan, she asked “You were saying?”

Mickey held his hands up. “Point taken, no slapping Ishtar in the kitchen.”

“No, no slapping me when I'm working.”

“Deal.”

Raphael snickered. 'Oh yeah, she really is something special. If she's able to hit Mickey off guard. Rawr.'

“Sit down guys, we made all kind of dishes. Want coffee Donnie?”

“Yeah, gimme”, he said smiling to her.

They enjoyed breakfast, but the guys were also hungry for her. Feeling all that pent-up energy felt uncomfortable. “Hey guys, please loose those horny feelings. I'm not the main course!” 'yet' she thought..

“You can be”, Raphael responded with lusty eyes, “if you want to.”

“Not while we're eating. And.. I'm not ready for a three-, four- or five-some yet. Give me some time. How long did it take for you guys, before you shared each others beds? Sharing with every brother?”

“At least several months”, Leonardo said, understanding the point she made.

“Okay. Just let me do this on my own pace. I am a slave to my own hormones, so somethings I'm horny all the time and insatiable. And other times I need me-time in my own bubble. And to keep it.. interesting, my energy changes irregularly...”

'Did she really use the words “slave” and “horny” in one sentence?' wondered Leonardo. 'How do you expect us to be able to think at all if you use those kind of words?'

Ishtar saw the look in their eyes and knew she uses the wrong words to explain. She sighed and tried to recapture herself. 'Just drop this subject for now', she thought. “How's your arm, Raphael?”

“Still hurts. Thanks for asking babe,” and winked at her.

Ishtar blew him a kiss. Raph turned his head, a little shyly.

“And how are you, Leo?”

“It's itching, healing fast. Thank you Ishtar.”

“Hello? Guys? Ishtar? Are you home?” April called through the lair. Leonardo stood and walked out of the kitchen, followed by Ishtar and the rest.

“Oh, there you are! Ow... rough night?” April asked after seeing Leonardo and Raphael.

“Something like that. What brings you here?”

“I'm bringing the fabrics Ishtar asked about. Here you go, girl.” Handing the bag to Ishtar. “Should be enough. If you can make me some as well, I won't charge you anything.”

“Komt voor de bakker. Whoops, old habit. That was my native language. I will make you some, how many do you need?” Ishtar asked and they walked together to the lab.

“Oh, first just three, to get used to it.”

“I have to warn you, once you start, you're hooked for life. It was the same with me, and ...”

“What was that all about?” asked Raphael.

“Ishtar wanted some fabric to make clothes.., no pads. And I guess April wants it as well? Ishtar is using the sewing machine in my lab.” Donnie answered. He was drinking his third cup of coffee already. “Oh Raph, this coffee is soo good! Have you tried it at all? Did you make this, Mickey?”

“No, Ishtar made it. Even after I told her not to spoil you.”

“Oh-h, she may spoil me anytime,” Donnie said, savoring his cup.

“Are you allowed to work in Donnie's lab?” April asked. “He allows nobody in here.”

“Oh yeah, I got permission yesterday. I'm remembering more things from my former life. I have worked in a lab before, as a profession.”

“Did you, now? Did you like it?”

“Yes, I did like the work. But I had a hard time with the social part of the job. Or actually, my colleagues had trouble with me, being a high sensitive person isn't always fun. Around here I feel safe enough to just be me. I only felt this safe when I was making menstrual pads for my friend's company... Would you like to see how I make them?”

“Yeah sure, let me get a chair.”

Donatello brought April a cup of coffee and tea for Ishtar. “Thanks Donnie”, Ishtar said while looking at him. A little too long accordingly to April.

“Do you two have a thing going on?”

Ishtar grinned. “Don't tell anyone, but yes. We had a … how to put this … a sexy shower together, last night.”

“What? Already so soon?!”

Ishtar shrugged, “we had a moment.”

“Oh girl, tell me everything!”

“I don't know if I should.. The others don't know the details either. Unless Donnie already told them.. Okay, in short, we found some common interests, kissed, got interrupted by Leo. And after their patrol, Donnie and I showered together, or.. that was the plan. We had sex while showering.”

“Did you sleep together too after that?”

“No, although we wanted to. Donnie slept in the infirmary to watch over Leonardo and Raphael, they were wounded.”

“And now? How will you proceed?”

“Get to know all of them. I know they want me in their beds, and I like that idea too, so.. yeah, hihihi, there's that.”

“If I may ask, what was your common interest?”

“Apparently we both like sci-fi and in this case the Firefly series, laboratory stuff and my first aid experience. Donnie is teaching me how to treat wounds, the bad ones.

Et voila, this is how you make a menstrual pad!”

“Wow, that fast? Amazing!”

“Take this one with you, so you can try it out. In a few days, I'll have more.”

“Thank you so much. I'm curious how it will turn out. … Oh shoot, I gotta run, much work to do. Speak to you soon Ishtar, bye!”

Ishtar walked out of the lab after she had finished ten pads. Walking straight to the kitchen to see if the guys still needed something. They weren't there and the mess she made was already cleaned up. She then looked around for Mickey, finding him, as always, in front of the television, gaming.

“Hey Mickey. Did you say you have comic books? Can I read some? Because I almost finished my book.”

“Yeah, after I make it through this level, al-most there..”

'Should I wait, or tease him a bit?' she thought. Making a decision she sat behind him on the ground, with her chest against his carapace.

“No point in distracting me, you won't succeed.” Mickey said.

Ishtar said nothing, she just stroked his upper arm, very soft, almost tickling. Mickey tried to shake her off. She gave him a few moments to get comfortable again, and repeated her actions. She then lay her head on his shoulder. And pressed her mouth to his skin.

“Ish-h-tar-r... what are you doing?” Mickey asked as a shiver ran down his body.

“Me? Teasing. Just to see if I really cannot distract you...”

“You're mean! I might fail this level.”

She felt his rising arousal. “Soo? It's just a game..” and licked his skin.

Mickey jumped up. “Okay, no more games! What do you want?!” He was trembling now.

Ishtar felt a little guilty. “I just want something to read, so-o.., can you show me your stash?”

Growling, Mickey threw the controller on the ground and walked to his room, gesturing she should follow him.

'Ishtar, you're driving me nuts. If you do that again, I'll fuck your brains out' he thought.

But Ishtar wasn't born yesterday, and she had played this game before. 'Careful now Ishtar, small steps, or this will escalate too soon' she thought while feeling his energy.

“I've got Marvel, DC, animé, manga, … and … kinky stuff.”

“Kinky huh? Something like hentai, you mean?”

Mickey's mouth dropped open in amazement. “How … do you know about … that?”

“Ooh, I do know stuff. Can you recommend one to me?” she winked.

'Which one should I give her? Not the ones I read the most. Those can be a little sticky... Shit, what to do? Oh wait, maybe I can distract her', he thought, grinning. He went looking for a pile that was still clean, and placed it in front of her.

“Do not fold any pages!”

Ishtar held her hands up. “I will treat them with care”, she promised. Thinking of something she asked: “Hey Mickey, what was Raphael referring to last night. When he was asking for pain relieve and thought you were the man for that?”

“Hmm, I could tell you, but than I have to kill you”, he said jokingly. “And I got a license to kill”, he winked at her.

“Ooh, come on 007”, playing his game, “you can tell me. What did you do to Raphael?”

“I will tell you, if you tell me what you and Donnie did in the shower..” licking his lips.

Ishtar felt the temperature in her face rising again. “I... don't feel comfortable to tell you yet.”

“Your lose,” and shrugged. 'Let's see if I can pry it out of her from another angle..' “Still, could you at least tell me this, did Donnie make you cum?”

“Uhm, no, he did not. But my attention wasn't focused on that either.. He learned me something about turtle bodies, the male .. parts. That was so hot..” she said while sitting down on the bed.

Mickey saw her sink back into the memory and quickly asked softly “what happened next?”

“I beckoned him in the shower, was lifted off the floor and we made love against the wall..”

Ishtar's shirt was thin and Mickey could see her stiff nipples. Involuntarily they churred at the same moment.

“Let me take care of you Ishtar. I will make you cum, I promise” and sat down next to her on the bed.

In a husky voice, she asked “And how will you do that? Do you know anything about a woman's body?”

“Lie down, and find out” he said softly, inches from her face.

Mickey took the lead but kissed her hesitantly. Ishtar laid her hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer. For Mickey, that was the approval he was looking for. 'No turning back now.' His hands gently slid under her shirt, he wanted to feel her tits so badly. And her ass as well. 'Slow down Mickey, one body part at the time', he told himself.

Ishtar moaned as his thumbs caressed over her rock hard nipples. She took off her shirt to make it easier for Mickey. He instantly cubbed her breasts and sucked on a nipple. Gasping for air, she shuddered. “Oh god Mickey... keep doing that!” She clawed over his back with her fingers, caressing his head. He switched to her other nipple and Ishtar moaned louder.

“He baby, don't hold back, because I won't”, and he kissed a path from her breast to her neck.

A long churr left her body. “Kiss me again Mickey”, she said almost breathless.

Hovering above her, he did. Their tongues played with each other. Mickey broke their kiss, looked into her eyes and took a breath. “Take off your pants.”

He waited patiently until she had all her clothes taken off, and kissed her one more time. Then kissing her neck, collarbone, breasts, belly, and further down her body. Ishtar was quivering now, moaning and churring. Mickey gently opened her legs and climbed in between them.

“Oh Mickey, yes please!” Ishtar said, looking him longingly in the eyes.

He just smiled, “I haven't done anything major yet..”

“True, but the way you treated me so far.. I think you do know how to please a woman.”

“Thank you for the trust. Now... relax.”

Mickey took his time for this part. First, he looked at her folds, taking in the whole look of them. “Shell, you look so beautiful.' Carefully unfolding her, searching for her clitoris and licked it. 'Mmm, she tasts good.' Ishtar replied with a loud groan “Aaaah Mickey...!”

Grinning, he bent her legs so he could reach her better. He caressed her legs and went for it. Licking, sucking, sometimes rubbing his thumb over it. After a while he also slid a finger into her vagina. All Ishtar could do is enjoying it. Moaning in bed, her hands squeezing the sheets. Sometimes she put her hand on his head as extra encouragement. Churring non-stop now, she squirmed around. “Aah, yes … fuck yeah … keep doing that … keep going … aah … MICKEY!!!” screaming his name as she hit her climax. Her hands were holding Mickey's head in place for long as the orgasm lasted.

Exhausted she finally let go of him. Still panting looking at him, “that was amazing” and her head dropped back on the pillow.

Mickey crawled next to her. “You taste amazing too, you know that? Wanna taste?” he said smiling.

“Let me catch my breath first. But yes, I do know I taste great”, she said with a wicked smile, and yawned.

“Mm, maybe take a nap first” Mickey said as he kissed her head. He didn't mind lying next to her in his own bed while she was sleeping. He then found out his bedroom door was still open. With a self-righteous smile he put an arm around her waist and fell asleep as well.

Not long after that, Ishtar woke already. Looking down her body she saw Mickey's hand resting on her hip. Holding his hand up, she turned over to face him and placed his hand on her other hip. That movement woke Mickey.

“Hello”, he said.

“Hi”, and kissed him deep.

Mickey's body stirred back to life, instantly churring. Ishtar chuckled and used more tongue. “Wanna play some more?”

“Yes please! Shell, how did I earn this?”

“Who said anything about earning?” while kissing his neck, sucking at his skin. Mickey moaned and she could feel the sound vibrate into her mouth. Hot for more she scraped her teeth over his collarbone. Mickey didn't expect that, yelped and sat upright with his back to the wall.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”, she asked with some worry in her voice.

“No baby, just unexpected.”

Crawling closer she traced with her finger the center line of his plastron, down to the lower parts of his body.

“Shell, this is hot!”, he panted.

“Cross your legs, I want to sit on your lap.”

Mickey's jaw dropped open, motionless for a few seconds. “Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” Then he complied. Quickly crossing his legs, he pulled her in. Kissing her with need, his throbbing cock started to hurt. Sensing his hurt she said “Come out and play Mickey.”

“Aah Ishtar, yes, yes!”, he said out loud. “Do we need lubricant?”

“No, I'm wet already for you. Wanna feel?”, she asked invitingly with a churr.

Mickey dropped down, instantly standing upright. Ishtar bit her lower lip at that sight. She reached down, taking hold of his dick, guiding him. She lowered herself down, feeling him filling her and groaned. “Ooh Mickey, you feel so good!”

Mickey answered with non-stop churring, unable to speak.

Ishtar started to move, up and down, moving her hips in circles as well. Mickey mind went blanc, all there was, was this delicious woman bouncing on his cock. Shell, it felt so good! And than there was this intoxicating view he had right in front of him. Dancing tits! This is what heaven must feel like. Holding her ass tight in his hands, he helped her keep the pace he liked. He wanted to cum soon, so started to thrust along.

“Fuck me harder Mickey!” Ishtar moaned.

With a growl he took hold of her and laid her down on her back. “Please turn me over Mickey”, she pleaded.

He didn't wanted to leave her warm wet cunt, but understood why she asked this. Wasting no time, turning her over and pushed himself back in. Ishtar lifted her ass up for Mickey.

“Fuck yeah Ishtar … mmmh …. so good...”

Knowing Mickey was near to completion, she squeezed her muscles tight around his cock.

“ISHTARRrrr...!” Mickey screamed and came.

'That always does the trick', she grinned.

Mickey buried inside of her, giving her everything he had. Ishtar purred, felt every wave of cum filling her.

No longer able to carry his own weight, he fell next to her on the mattress. Ishtar pulled a blanket over them, placed her arm around him and sighed. “Did you like it?”

“Mm..yrg..amz...”Mickey mumbled.

“Yeah, I thought so too.”

“Oh finally, he's quiet! Took them long enough!” Raphael growled. “And why was his door open?!”

“Whoa, take it easy, Raphael! You know what Mickey is like. When his mind is set on something, he forgets everything around him.” Donatello said, trying to calm him down.

Angry, Raphael stomped to the dojo. Leonardo was meditating there. That made Raph even more annoyed. “How can you sit there, pretending you don't hear what Mickey is doing to her!?” he yelled at Leonardo.

Leo sighed and opened his eyes. “That's the whole idea of meditating. To shut out everything that's happening around you.” But he knew better than to invite Raph to join him. It was more effective to let him rant through it. Leonardo understood his frustrations. With the wound on his arm, Raphael could not yet undertake physical activities... Leonardo hoped Ishtar understood that too, otherwise he feared they soon had an unpleasant atmosphere in the house.

“What do you need right now, Raph?” Leo asked.

“I need to get laid!” Raph said aggressive. “But my wounded arm prevents me from doing anything!”

“Do you want some help with that? I'm sure we can find a way to tape your arm up. That would give some opportunities.”

“Ow, you would love that, huh? Anything to restrain me.. “

“I'm only trying to help.” Leo got up and walked to his brother. Grabbing his face, Leo kissed him deep. All the aggression left Raphael, to be replaced by the energy he longed for. He kissed Leo back, groaning.

“Do you want this?” Leo asked.

“Yeah, and ya damn well know it!”

Walking to the lab, Leonardo called Donatello. “I need some tape to restrain Raph's arm.”

Donnie reacted annoyed, he finally had made some progress in a project. “Why?! What's wrong? You didn't bust your arm, or did you, Raph?”

“No doc, my arm is healing good. But I need...” Raph started in a husky voice. “.. A damn it, I need to get laid!”

“I'm busy now, Raph. Got no time to be the bottom.”

“That's not why we came here, Donnie”, Leo said. “We just need some tape.”

Throwing his arms in the air, Donnie sighed “Whatever, but I strongly advise against it. If you bust your arm, I'll..”

“Take it easy, Don.” Leonardo said again in a calm voice. “I'll take care of him, don't worry. Are you sure you don't want to join us?”

Donatello shook his head. “No, got plenty to do. Besides, it was only yesterday I had Ishtar to myself.. Help yourself, you know where the tape lies.”

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vgilantee · 5 years ago

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Personal Ghosts || Dick Grayson x Reader (part 7)

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Description: After solving the murder of her little sister at the age of 15, Y/N moved to Bludhaven to leave her Gotham life, and memories of the murder behind. Now a detective of the Bludhaven Police Department, with Dick Grayson as her partner, Y/N thinks that she has escaped her past. But when a toddler gets murdered, Y/N finds out that the murderer has returned and is after revenge on the young cop.

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A/N: yikes okay so it has been nearly a year since the last chapter, and I don’t really have any excuses outside of procrastination. Anyway thank you to those who have bared with me. I’ve also change from present tense to past tense, and the “reader” is now a detective. I also nearly replaced the name “James” with the real name of the person I’m based James’ personality off

“I forgot how pretty some of the places in this city are.” You pulled your jacket closer to you trying to fight against some of the wind blowing through Gotham Central Park, cup of cheap coffee held close.

“I’m sure Bludhaven is better.” James nudged you with his elbow and you let out a breathy laugh.

“I mean it’s cleaner but you know what they say,” you paused and throwing your arms out in a sarcastic dramatic fashion, “there’s no place like home.” James turned around, noticing you no longer by his side, and just laughed at you. And seeing him just laughing, carefree and happy, you joined in trying to capture some of his happy bliss. You let yourself laugh and for a brief moment, you forgot why you were home and everything else that was going bad in your life, and just laughed. You were so lost in the pure joy that you don’t notice James had moved closer until he pulled you into his arms and was laughing with you into your ear.

“I’m glad you’re home. Even if it’s just for a little bit.”

“Alright, alright,” you shoved him off with your shoulder, “enough with the sappy shit, I wanna get one of Donny’s food truck burritos before he runs out of actual burritos.”

A day spent laughing, talking about new and old memories, and wandering around what is considered to be the beautiful parts of Gotham, all with the backdrop of cars and the occasional gunshot. As much as you fought against it in the beginning, you were glad that James had forced you out of the house. Working as a detective was stressful enough as it was, but with your father out, stress was at an overwhelming level that you didn’t know it had reached until you were sitting on the roof of James’ apartment building, eating fries and watching the sun set. It was in that moment when you realised that as the city was settling that the weight you had pretended not to carry finally hit you.

And that weight, and realisation, was what left you crying, sobbing really, into the evening air.

“Hey.” Just as you finished the last couple of fries, James’ voice sounded from behind you. Hastily, you tried wiping the tear tracks off your face, hoping your eyes weren’t too red. Apparently, though, you weren’t quick enough and he saw the frantic wiping as he sat beside you. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” The scratch left in your throat from the crying was clear in your voice, and you realised that even without the red eyes, he would have known. “Okay, no. But hey, a good cry never hurt anyone.” As you spoke, you leaned into him, head on his shoulder. “‘M tired now though.” The sentence ended with a breathy laugh, exhausted and broken.

“You wanna go inside then.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, head on top of your own. You shook your head in response, wanting to stay out in the cool air, the brief moments that Gotham had before nightlife crawled back out to play.

“I like the brief moments of peace that Gotham has.” He hummed in response. “Before the gunshots begin again of course.” As if on queue, a distant echo of a gunshot, many blocks away, reached you.

“It’s gonna get cold soon.” His voice was soft as he reminded you that Gotham temperature drops quickly.

“I wanna wait for the Bat-signal to light up, haven’t seen it in a while.” He hummed again, squeezing your shoulder.

Once the cloudy sky had been lit up with the bat-signal for the night, James had offered his hand to help you up before you both made it back inside his apartment, splitting ways for the night, where he promised to leave you to tracking down old files on your father for the rest of the week.

Another early morning and another pile of files. Phone pressed to your ear as you called Arkham after waiting hours for the line to open, seeing if you could pick up your father’s files from the time he was there. You were getting to the point where your anger was about to bubble over.

“The files are classified.” Was the first thing the bored woman on the other side of the phone said. “You can’t just be given files on an escaped prisoner. It’s a GCPD issue now. Ask them.” You argued with her back and forth but she wasn’t having it. On top of the anger growing, the idea of breaking in and stealing the files was becoming rather appealing.

“Fuck it.” Was the last thing you muttered before hanging up on her. “Fucking useless.”

A mug of coffee was silently passed to you by James before he said goodbye, rushing out the apartment door.

You sipped the coffee as you dialled the number for the GCPD, hoping that they could help and you wouldn’t have to resort to B&E.

“GCDP, how can I help?” A less-bored sounding male spoke.

“Hi, I’m Detective L/N with the Bludhaven PD, I’m working the Dale L/N case. He recently broke out of Arkham and murdered multiple toddlers and their families in Bludhaven?” You tried keeping your voice authoritative, but the previous call had tired you out and gotten on your nerves. “I was wondering if I could visit the station later today and pick up some files that could help with my investigation.”

“Of course. I’ll let the Captain know and put the files aside for you.” You very nearly fist-pumped into the air, glad that it went so smoothly and that maybe, just maybe, you would start actually getting somewhere in the investigation.

“Thank you so much. I’ll be there at around 10.”

“See you then, Detective.”

Throwing back the end of your coffee, you raced to have a shower and get ready.

“Excuse me? I’m Detective L/N. I spoke to someone over the phone earlier today about possibly collecting some files on an open investigation.” You held your badge out to show the young-looking officer sat behind the tall counter.

“Oh yes,” he looked at your badge then up at your face quickly, “that was me. The captain has the files on her desk. Just one minute.” He turned away from you, pressing a number as he picked up the phone. “The Detective from Bludhaven PD is here to see you.” He glanced back at you. “Okay, I’ll send her in.” Placing the phone down, he handed you a visitor pass and pen before turning back to his computer.

Walking through GCPD again was a strange feeling. The first time you had been there, you were with your mother and were filing the official police report about your sister’s death. The last time was when you were getting reprimanded and thanked for hunting down the evidence to get your father arrested. Between then had been countless visits with your mother, sometimes crying, sometimes not.

It had been years, and despite the fact that you were now in the police force yourself, you felt like a child again. And that was the strange feeling. It was the feeling that even though you had grown up, matured, gotten a career, in the GCPD you still felt like a child.

You only had to knock on the captain’s door twice before she called out for you to enter.

The woman sitting at the desk filled the room with an air of authority that you were used to from your own captain. Her dark hair was pulled tightly back with only a couple of grey strands visible. She gestured with a single finger to sit in one of the dark leather chairs sitting on the opposite side of the desk to herself, not looking up from her computer. You did as she instructed and waited, listening to the rapid clicking of her keyboard. You glanced around her office, out the window, at your phone. Anything to pass the time and keep your eyes off the stack of files and paperwork on her desk.

“So, Detective L/N,” her voice startled you and your eyes darted back from out the window to her stern face. “You are one of the leads on the L/N case in Bludhaven?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Silently, you hoped that she wouldn’t notice ask about you sharing the same surname. “My partner is still in Bludhaven, but I’m here to see if I can collect any information you have still on file about the case.”

“Of course.” A small smile crosser her face and you couldn’t tell if it was simply polite or if it was something else. “I just have a couple of questions.” That simple sentence told you that, no, the smile wasn’t just to be polite, it was to draw you into a sense of security.

“Anything, Ma’am.” You gave a tight smile back, knowing that she was about to ask, just as your captain did, if you were too personally involved in this case.

“Are you the same Y/N L/N that initially collected the evidence against Dale L/N for murdering his young daughter?” Despite the cold expression she kept, her tone sounded as if she was impressed.

“Yes, I am, Ma’am.” You were only given a nod in response. “Is that a problem?” Shuffling uncomfortably, you watched her sit back in her tall chair as she eyed you.

“No problem, Detective.” Although you tried not to, you eyed her slightly. “I spoke to your captain before you arrived. He doesn’t think you should be working this case, thinks it’s too personal.”

“I know, Ma’am. He told me that himself.” You knew it was bad to interrupt her, but you were still apparently ready to fight after this morning.

“I am aware, Detective. He told me.” Her eyes narrowed at you slightly, warning you. “However, I told him that you are an adult and capable of separating work from personal life. And that you had done this before when you were a child.” While making her mini-speech, she had lent back to rest her elbows on the desk.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” You were thankful that the GCPD captain had vouched for you with your own captain.

“I was one of the detectives working that case, if you were wondering why I agreed to you taking these files and disagreeing with your captain’s want for you to be off the case.” You felt your eyes widen and your jaw drop slowly. All the captain did in response was let out a small chuckle. “Your evidence helped us close the case. And I would like you to be able to do it again. This time as a cop, not a child.”

“I- uh. Thank you, Captain.” Lifting a hand, she placed it on a 3-inch high pile of paper.

“This is all the files we could pull from the archive that we have here, and this,” she picked up a single piece of paper off the top of the pile, handing it to you “is the form you will need to take into Arkham to go through their archives and to take any files you need.” She then turned her chair slightly and picked up a plastic briefcase from behind her desk. You watched as she placed all the paperwork into the case.

“Thank you, again, Captain.” You stood, shaking her hand as she passed over the case.

“Not a problem, Detective.” You walked towards the door, case in hand. “Good luck catching your father.” You stuttered to a halt, empty hand halfway to the door handle. You nodded before turning the handle, exiting the office.

Before looking through the files or heading back to James’, you drove to Arkham. The drive led you through to the outskirts of Gotham, where the trees were dying and the buildings empty. All of Gotham was dangerous, but living within two blocks of the asylum was suicidal, signing your own death certificate.

But when you finally arrived, after five or six security checks, you made it to the front desk of Arkham.

“Excuse me?” The woman who had previously been facing away slowly turned in her chair to face you through the glass screen.

“Yes.” Even though her voice was no longer through a phone, the drawl was the same. Your fists flexed open and closed as you tried keeping the anger at this woman held down.

“I’m Detective L/N with the Bludhaven PD.”

“Yeah, I remember you.” Her eyes rolled, which caused you to pull the folded page from your pocket and slam it onto the counter.

“Captain Carter from the GCPD gave me this form. She said that it gives me the legal permission to look through all your archives to find and take copies of the files I need for an on-going investigation.” She didn’t bother to look at you as she took the paper off the counter, reading through it.

“Please wait here.” Then she got up and left you standing. You stood, waiting for a few minutes, listening to the occasional crazed laughter or hazy screams that made it through the thick walls and long hallways of the asylum. This was one of the places in Gotham you had never visited. You never had reason to, and Arkham asylum was not a place visited for fun.

When she finally returned, a guard walked through the metal door to the right of the admin desk.

“This way, please, Detective.” Not once were you asked for your badge, or to hand over your gun or your phone. The only real security was the many doors that needed unlocking from the guard.

The hallways were laid out like a grid, and you were only taken through ones that skirted around the edges of the main building. When you finally stopped at a proper door and not a gate, you had been walking for over half an hour. The guard unlocked the door and opened it for you, handing you a walkie.

“Use this to let me know when you have found what you need. I will come to collect you and walk you out. There is a copier on the wall on the left, feel free to make copies of whatever you need. There is some new and blank USB’s in the top drawer below the computer beside the copier.” He then nodded and pulled the door shut, locking it. You turned and sighed, preparing you for the long search ahead.

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