#fish Mooney x reader

[lonleywriters-blog]

Gotham characters x metalhead reader?

(James, Barbara , Lee, Bruce, Oswald, Edward and Jerome?)

Gotham x metalhead reader

Kinda shit because it's late but I'm trying to write while I have motivation

Honestly he probably steals some of your stuff because it's cool.

He's rich so any band you like, he's looking for tickets.

Tries to understand the actual history behind the style and culture.

He will let you practice pain on him, maybe even let you do it before he leaves as Batman.

Alfred secretly gets down to the music

Bruce actually likes it, but never lets you play it in the morning

Spoils you with merch and accessories like every week

She tries to be supportive but she does not like the music

She will let you listen to it when she's not around or if it's not as loud

She will set up small concerts of local metal bands at her club for you

She buys you anything you want including tickets, clothes, makeup, ECT.

The one time you caught her enjoying metal was listening to an underground female band

You both met at a concert, at the bar actually

She loved your outfit and bought you a drink

She was surprised to actually get along with you, and want to spend more than a night together

Let's you practice make up on her, even asks you for some tips

Definitely steals accessories, especially your belts

She thinks chains look great on top of a black dress

Just don't play anything too early, she will get mad if you wake her up to metal

Hasn't a clue about any band that's not in the radio

He might know a few 'divorced dad' type songs

He doesn't judge, he'll just silently be supportive

Y'all look cool side by side though, since he's always in a suit

He will go to concerts but he's not popular there, given he's like a famous Gotham cop

"name three songs" type guy

She definitely knows some songs and mainstream bands

She loves the style but can't dedicate herself to learning about everything

Not to say she doesn't try, she does

She just doesn't have the best attention span for this kinda stuff

Shes always complimenting you, like religiously

If you guys go somewhere you'll feel her fix your hair or accessories

"sorry babes, loose strands."

His gothic look next to your metalhead look

Y'all are the most fashionable couple around

He honestly listens to more classical music but he'd enjoy a few of your songs

He doesn't love going to concerts, too many people, and way too much sweat and noise

Both of you suffer in all black in the heat together

"Can we go find shade, my love?"

Oswald does love when he gets to watch you get ready

Watching you do face paint is so alluring to him

Please let him buy you things, please he loves spoiling you

He grew up in the circus, he's always loved more dramatic looks

Loved your style, especially if you had face paint or heavy makeup on

Definitely comes on strong and hard, won't leave you alone for a second

He will come to any all concerts with you, probably sneaking in and/or stealing tickets

He loves stealing you accessories while he's out, his way of showing affection

Don't let him talk to anyone at a concert, he will be loud and wrong

He loves learning about all your favorite bands and songs and all their meanings

He doesn't know much about the fashion but he knows about the history

He likes to help you get ready, it's nice to watch your routine

Compliments all the time

He does have sensitive ears so he may not always let you play music

Please let him give you headphones

Don't take him to a concert, he will get lost and overwhelmed

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

Part 1 of Gotham Characters React to You Getting Easily Scared by a Movie 👻☠😈😨🎃 (feat. almost every character, wow 🤗)

Jim Gordon & Fish Mooney

Plot: I've come across versions of this where the reader likes scary movies, but what about readers who are too scared by them? Reader: gender-neutral (no pronouns), in a romantic relationship with the character 🥰 Warnings: the reader watching a not described scary movie & in most cases being hesitant to voice their opinion about it (often has to do with the love-interest probably being used to horror, never with being afraid of their reaction). I wouldn't recommend this approach but I thought I'd write it in most cases to show how safe you'd be with the characters even if you didn't say something at first ❤ Word count: no idea, I'm too tired to post this on AO3 to find out how much exactly 😭 [note from next day: you were too tired to even publish this 😂❤] [note from a bit more than three weeks later: here you go, it's 3681 words long :)]

This whole thing is also on AO3 without the GIFs 👻☠😈😨🎃

Jim Gordon Well, he would've enjoyed making you feel safe without actually having to protect you, but if all it takes to make you less scared is to not watch a movie, count him in. 😚 He's also glad that he doesn't have to watch something scary. His life is full enough of alarming experiences.

You're sitting next to him on the sofa, when the movie suddenly goes from calm to horrifying in a matter of seconds and you startle. Okay, calm down, this is probably nothing for Jim. He notices your distress and wraps an arm around you, looking a little more awake than before too. "Everything okay?" You think about it. "The movie isn't exactly my thing." "Wanna turn it off?" "Y-yeah, if it's okay." He does so and gives you one of his careless grins, pulls you close and kisses you. "I've been waiting for you to say that the whole evening."

Fish Mooney is coddling you. The crime boss knows that you shouldn't be afraid of fiction when your reality can be much worse, but she can't help it. You're one of the only people she cares about, what can she do?

"Aww, poor baby can't handle scary movies, huh? Come here." She lets you rest your head on her lap or chest and gently pats you on the back, already planning how she's gonna keep you save.

->part 2,

part 3,

part 4,

part 5,

part 6 (the last one)

______________ Author's note: If you wonder why this "only" contains two people, it's because of the tags 😄

Edit (November 19):

Fish (in her first scene): "My boys are watching a scary movie."

Jim: Really?

Fish: Actually, yes. 😂

[sadboi-writer]

A Dolled Up Lunatic

Gotham Series Rewrite

Chapter One: Pilot

Gotham! Edward Nygma x fem! reader

Summary: Y/N's surrogate Aunt and Uncle are murdered in cold blood in an alleyway. Leaving her to pick up the broken pieces of her Godson, Bruce Wayne. With the help of her fellow detectives Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock, they have to figure out who did it. But did they get the wrong guy?

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Mentions of Drug Abuse, Guns, Character Death, Cursing, Readers parents are dead, Kidnapping

Word Count: 9.8K

Next Chapter ~ Masterlist

The day had been so slow . Y/N had been up to her ears in paperwork. The only thing that stopped her from ripping out her hair was the music gently playing from her little desktop radio.

"Hold your fire!"

Y/N stood, hand on her gun and peeked her head out of her office.

"Hold your fire, I got this," Jim Gordon insisted

Y/N allowed her hand to rest, watching with anticipation. Gordon was new to the force but she liked his moxie. Y/N had been Bullocks partner before Jim, and it made her laugh how alike they were. Bullock must hate it.

Gordon approached the suspect who had an officer at gunpoint.

"Sir? Look at me. Not at them, look at me," He insisted

Y/N crossed her arms as she watched him talk the man down.

"My name is Jim, Jim Gordon. What's yours?" Jim's voice was soft and steady

The suspect grunted before replying, " I need my pills."

Jim nodded, " Okay, well, everything's gonna be alright. Look at me, huh?"

Y/N held back a proud smile as she watched Jim pick up the bottle of Aspirin off of Officer Park's desk. Offering a few to the suspect.

"Got you pills right here," Jim lied, "You want some pills? Here you go, here you go, here's some pills for you alright?"

The suspect took them, he paused for a moment before furrowing his brow.

"These aren't my pills," He said

Before he could fully process the implications of that, Jim lunged forward and wrestled the gun from him. Twisting the suspects arm before knocking him out.

Y/N looked over at Harvey, who looked absolutely livid. Y/N sauntered over to him.

"What's the matter, Harv? Goody Two-Shoes Gordon getting on your nerves?" She teased

Harvey grunted, "It's like you multiplied."

He stormed down to Gordon, obviously getting on the guy's ass about not letting the officers shoot the guy. Y/N rolled her eyes and returned to her office. Vaguely hearing Harvey and Jim get called off to a homicide in the Theater District.

Y/N sat at her desk, moving around piles of paperwork. Stacking them in order of what needed to be done first thing tomorrow and what could wait if she got called into the field.

"What can you give without ever losing?" A voice rang out

Y/N smiled, "Friendship, Ed."

Y/N looked up and took in the appearance of one of her favorite people at the precinct. Edward Nygma, the incredibly smart, albeit a bit odd, forensic scientist of the department. Today he was wearing a green plaid dress shirt with a smart brown sweater atop it.

"Correct!" He affirmed

"That's a nice sweater, Ed." Y/N complimented, "It brings out your eyes."

Ed smiled, "Thank you!"

As Ed was about to say something else, Y/N's phone rang. She fished it out from under the couple remaining loose papers on her desk.

[ Alfred Pennyworth is calling]

Y/N smiled lightly as she answered. Holding a finger up to Ed to say 'just a moment'.

"Alfred, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Miss Y/N are you still in the city?" Alfred asked

Y/N paused, "Yes, why?"

"I've just received a call from Detective Bullock, something has happened to Master Thomas and Lady Martha." Alfred explained, "I am on my way to get young Master Bruce."

"I'll get there and keep him company." Y/N replied instantly, standing quickly to gather her things

Alfred sighed in what seemed like relief, "Thank you, Miss Y/N."

Ed quirked an eyebrow, " Is everything okay?"

Y/N shook her head, "No, I have to go."

She grabbed her bag off the back of her chair, giving a little wave to Ed as she rushed out the door.

Y/N stopped by the front desk on her way out.

"Hi, Sheldon," She greeted, "where was that homicide in the Theater District?"

"Hey, Y/N," He replied, "Park Row."

Y/N nodded, and said a quick goodbye to him as she left. She took off at a brisk walk. When she got there, Thomas and Martha were already covered with cloth.

On a fire escape Jim sat with Bruce. Speaking to him gently. Y/N sighed in relief that Bruce wasn't alone.

"Bruce!" Y/N called out

Bruce's eyes snapped up and he shrugged off the blanket he had on and ran to her. Allowing her to engulf him in a hug for a few moments, before she knelt down and gave him a once over.

"You're okay? You're not hurt, are you?" Y/N asked

Bruce sniffled, "No, I'm not hurt."

Y/N pulled him back into their chest.

"Alfred is on his way," Y/N cooed

Bruce nodded as his tears soaked the front of her shirt. Alfred pulled up only moments later. Bruce ran to him. Alfred approached Jim and Y/N with a grim look on his face.

"Well, Miss Y/N will you be joining us back at the mansion?" Alfred asked

Y/N nodded, "Of course, just let me finish up here with Jim and Harvey. I'll be to the car in a moment."

Alfred nodded and gently guided Bruce away.

Jim looked at Y/N, "You knew the Waynes?"

"Thomas and Martha knew my parents, they were like my aunt and uncle growing up. " Y/N explained, glancing sadly at the bodies

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and saw Alfred and Bruce waiting. She turned back to Jim.

Y/N took a deep breath, "I have to go. Call me with any updates, please."

Y/N turned and walked to the car. Alfred opened the door for her. Y/N helped Bruce in before clambering in herself.Once Alfred had closed the door behind them, Bruce slumped into Y/N's side.

Y/N reached over and buckled him into the seat before wrapping an arm around him and holding him tightly. He cried into her shoulder as they drove back to the manor.

Once they arrived, Y/N walked Bruce in and to his room. He went in to change into pajamas. Alfred approached tentatively.

"Thank you for being there, Ms. L/N," Alfred said, " Bruce is lucky to have someone as selfless as you to look after him."

Y/N turned to the butler, a sad smile on her face.

"He's lucky to have you too, Alfred." Y/N replied

Alfred patted her shoulder, "Being his godmother, you are his legal guardian now."

Y/N nodded and thought about how to go about this. Of course Bruce would stay in the Manor. But, the rest of it, his schooling and his events.

"I'll ask him what he wants to do." Y/N resolved, "If he wants me around, I think it would be best for me to join you here in the Manor. If he would rather me take a more hands-off approach then I will stay in the city."

"I think it would be best for you to stay the night, Miss Y/N." Alfred replied, "And, if I may, I think it would be best for you to join us here in the Manor. For Bruce's sake, and yours."

Y/N quirked a brow, "My sake?"

"You will worry yourself silly over Bruce. You know it and I know it. I think it would be best if you joined us here to ease your worries at least a bit."

Y/N thought about that for a moment, but before she could answer, the door to Bruce's room reopened.

"I think you should join us in the Manor," Bruce's small voice came

Y/N turned to him, "Is that what you want?"

Bruce nodded, his eyes still red and his cheeks puffy. Y/N couldn't tell him no.

"Then it's settled," Y/N said wrapping an arm around Bruce, "I'll start bringing my things over next weekend."

Bruce leaned his head on her ribs, "Will you sit with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course," Y/N agreed immediately

The two retreated into his room. He tentatively crawled underneath the duvet. Y/N came over and tucked it over his shoulders, making sure he was comfortable. She sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

The silence that encapsulated them was not comfortable. It was melancholy. Y/N rubbed her thumb over Bruce's shoulder as she got lost in thought. Bruce's voice broke her out of it.

"Why do bad things happen to good people?"

Y/N looked down at the boy, "I don't know, Bruce."

His voice was full of emotion, " I should have done something, but I just stood there-"

"Bruce, stop that," Y/N cut him off sternly, " There was nothing you could do. And it won't help if you drive yourself crazy asking 'what if'. We have to count what blessings we have, you are alive and safe."

"What if Detective Gordon doesn't find who did this?" Bruce asked

Y/N placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, " Then I will."

Bruce nodded and curled up, placing his head in Y/N's lap. Her hand instinctively went to run through his hair. In moments he was asleep, and Y/N's heart broke for him.

At some point during the night, Y/N fell asleep next to the boy. Alfred woke them up promptly at 6AM. Y/N stretched and groaned as she stood from the bed. She waddled sleepily into the dining room, offering Alfred as grateful hum as he handed her coffee.

"Sleep well?" Alfred asked

Y/N turned her head as her neck popped, "Well enough."

The two adults sat in silence as Y/N nursed the cup of coffee. Reveling in the warmth it spread to her hands and the jolt of energy it provided.

After about 10 minutes, Bruce came in already dressed in a smart sweater and khakis. He sat next to Y/N, drinking the glass of water that was sat waiting for him.

"Do you have clothes for work today?" Bruce asked

Y/N chuckled, "I'll just wear this again. If anyone at the precinct is that observant I would be surprised."

Alfred gave an amused smile, "Right lot of meatheads you work with, Miss Y/N."

"Oh you have no idea ! You two would absolutely hate Officer Dougherty, " Y/N joked

Bruce laughed, "I'm sure."

Alfred set their breakfasts in front of them and silence overtook the room as Y/N and Bruce ate. Once they were done, Alfred set a travel mug of coffee in front of Y/N.

"This is why you're my favorite British butler." Y/N smiled

Alfred smirked, " I'm the only British butler you know."

Y/N shrugged, "Meh, logistics."

She stood, grabbing the coffee and giving Alfred a light kiss on the cheek. Y/N ruffled Bruce's hair as she left.

"I'll see you after work!" She called out before she shut the door

As she entered the precinct Y/N straightened her shirt.

"Morning, L/N," Alvarez greeted

Y/N smiled, "Morning, Alvarez!"

He walked beside her for a moment.

"Essen wants to see you in her office, it's about the Wayne case." He informed

Y/N nodded, "Got it, thanks brother."

Alvarez nodded and peeled off back to his desk. Y/N continued to their office, putting down her bag on the back of the chair.

Y/N sipped the coffee Alfred made for her as she walked to Essen's office. She knocked and waited until Essen called to let her in. Inside, Captain was already talking to Jim and Harvey, the TV showed the press conference that Mayor James was doing regarding the Wayne murder.

"You wanted to see me Captain?" Y/N asked

Essen nodded, "We need all hands on deck for this case, so you'll be riding with Harvey and Jim until we close it."

Harvey grunted, "Jim, Y/N, will you give us a minute?"

Y/N rolled her eyes before leaving, gesturing for Jim to follow her. He agreed reluctantly.

As soon as the door was shut behind them Essen and Harvey started arguing. Y/N chuckled as she sat on the edge of Harvey's desk. Jim looked at her.

"Trying to talk his way out of working with us?" Jim asked

Y/N nodded, "Oh yeah. I think this is his third time trying to get out of working with me."

Jim nodded. There was a moment of silence that passed between the two.

"Are those the same clothes you wore yesterday?" He asked suddenly

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Y/N answered, "Bruce asked me to stay with him last night."

"Ah," Jim acknowledged, "You and Bruce are close?"

Y/N nodded, "He's like my little brother."

Jim nodded again, "How did you know something had happened?"

"Alfred called me." Y/N explained, "After my parents passed, Thomas and Martha asked me to be Bruce's godmother. Alfred knew I was at work, so he knew I would get there quicker than him."

Before they could finish their conversation, Harvey came out of Essen's office. He practically had smoke blowing out of his ears with the anger that was radiating off of him.

Y/N and Jim straightened up as Harvey approached.

"She said you have to keep us, huh?" Jim said, a virtually undetectable air of sarcasm in his voice

Harvey glowered as he put on his jacket, "Yeah, she did, she said you were a war hero and your daddy was a big shot D.A. back in the olden days."

He rounded on Y/N, "And that you keep me in check somehow. So I have to keep my trap shut and do as I'm told."

"Ouch," Was Jim's only response

Y/N smirked, "I'm hurt, Harv."

"Listen, kids, you got juice; do me a favor. Ask for a transfer." '

"Sorry, this is where the action is." Jim denied, "You'll get used to me."

"I'm not switching my career for a man who 'doesn't wike me'"Y/N snarked

Harvey clenched his jaw, "Jim, you seem like a nice guy, but this is not a city or a job for nice guys. You understand?"

Y/N watched as the two stood toe to toe. Jim's eyes hardening at the logic Harvey was trying to use on him.

"No."

"And that's your problem," Harvey all but growled

Jim frowned, "You're a cynic. A slovenly, lackadaisical cynic."

Harvey chuckled dryly at JIm. Y/N sucked in an anticipatory breath as she waited for Harvey's comeback. Working with these two might be a bit more difficult than she thought.

"You're probably right. Okay, soldier boy, let's go roust some muggers." Harvey agreed, "L/N, let's go!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed Harvey. He paused briefly to look back at Jim.

"Lackadaisical? Hm."

Once they left the precinct, Y/N was stuck in the backseat of Harvey's car. They went downtown, near the Narrows but not quite in them. Harvey held a hand out and told Jim and Y/N to wait. He got out of the car and left the two to their own devices for a minute.

"So, Jim," Y/N broke the silence between them, " Tell me about yourself."

Jim chuckled, "What do you want to know?"

"I don't know, whatever you want to tell me."

"Well, I have a beautiful fiancé. Her name is Barbara," Jim started

"Oh, that's amazing, Jim! I would love to meet her someday!"

He smiled, "I'm sure she would love that."

The conversation lulled for a moment.

"What about you, Y/N? Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Y/N smiled, "I was born and raised in Gotham. I graduated high school three years ago, went to the police academy, and worked my ass off to be a Detective."

"Any family?" Jim asked

"Nope. I'm an only child." Y/N answered, "Unless you count Bruce."

Harvey opened the door and beckoned them out, effectively cutting their conversation short again. On the street they questioned petty criminal after petty criminal. Grasping for any lead they could get. Harvey herded the two back to the car and took them back to the precinct. Deciding the would do some more questioning there.

Y/N went back to their office when they got back as Jim and Harvey headed for interrogation. Waiting inside was Ed.

"Hi, Ed."

"You're wearing the same clothes as yesterday."

Y/N nodded, "Indeed, I am."

Ed frowned, "Are you okay, you left in a rush yesterday?"

"Bruce Wayne is my godson," Y/N explained, "I had to go get him and take care of him last night."

"Oh, poor boy, horrible thing to happen." Ed replied

Y/N nodded, "Did you need something, Ed? Or were you just checking on me?"

"Just checking on you."

She blushed a bit at his answer.

Y/N smiled, "Well, thank you, that's very sweet of you. I've got to grab these papers and take them to Harvey, but I'll see you later."

Y/N grabbed the stack of profiles she had on her desk and headed back to Harvey and Jim. The three stood for half an hour going through the profiles trying to match it to what they knew.

Then Ed approached the group. Holding a little bag in front of Harvey.

"Guess what this is," He said excitedly

"Just tell me, Ed," Harvey grumbled, "I want riddles, I'll read the funny pages."

Ed's smile fell.

Y/N smacked Harvey's arm and hissed, "Be nice."

His eyes lit up, "It's a .45 caliber, 300- grain cupronickel wadcutter. Came out of Thomas Waynes chest."

Jim furrowed his brows, "That's a six-dollar bullet."

Ed hummed in agreement, " What kind of gun-"

"Nuh-uh-uh!" Harvey cut off, "Don't ask, just tell!"

"It's from a pistol not known by our database. And no prints, either."

"What else you got?" Harvey asked

"What's nowhere but everywhere, except where something is?" Ed asked

Y/N thought for a second, "Nothing."

Ed smiled at her.

"You need professional help, Nygma." Harvey said, "Seriously. Let's go."

Harvey gestured for Jim and Y/N to follow him. She frowned and paused beside Ed for a moment.

"Thank you, Ed. The bullet is more than nothing," Y/N praised, "Keep up the good work."

Ed grinned, "Thank you, Detective L/N."

She jogged after Jim and Harvey to catch up. Y/N caught the tail-end of what Jim was saying.

"Maybe he's not from the streets?" Jim suggested

Harvey scoffed, "Like a debonair playboy robber, does it for kicks?"

"Who would pretend to be a street robber, huh?" Jim posed

Y/N caught on, "A contract killer."

"Or somebody with a personal grudge against the Waynes." Jim agreed

"How did this professional know the Waynes would be coming down that alley?" Harvey asked, picking up his jacket

"That's a good question," Gordon conceded

The three headed for the front door as Harvey continued to bitch at Y/N and Jim.

"Essen said we don't catch a break in the first 48, it's time to go see Fish Mooney," Harvey grumbled

"Fish Mooney? That works for Carmine Falcone?" Jim asked

"Her." Harvey affirmed, "Theater District's her turf. Anything happens down there, she hears about it."

Y/N paused, "Harv, you know she hates me."

"Well, that makes two of us." He snarked

As they pulled up in front of Fish's place, Y/N nervously pulled at her nails. Jim glanced back in concern.

"C'mon she just hates you're a cop." Harvey groaned

"Harvey, you know just as well as I do that it's more than that. If Carmine didn't have a soft spot for me, she would kill me." Y/N snapped

Jim glanced between the two before getting out of the car. Prompting them to follow.

Harvey was quick on his feet, briskly walking in and to the bar. With Jim and Y/N trailing a little bit behind.

"Tell Fish I'm here," Harvey told the bartender

They heard a muffled yell from the alleyway. Jim glanced at it, then back to Harvey who shrugged. So, Jim turned his gaze to Y/N who shook her head to discourage him. She leaned into his ear.

"It's better to pretend you didn't hear anything," Y/N explained, "Don't involve yourself in Fish's business unless you have to."

Y/N heard the click of Fish's heels and went still for a moment. Jim and her looked as Fish approached. Her face holding a serious disdain toward Y/N.

"Harvey," Fish greeted

Harvey smiled, "Fish."

"Where have you been?" She asked

"Where haven't I been?" Harvey replied

Fish chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Before turning to Jim and Y/N.

"Who's the friend?" Fish asked

"Detective James Gordon, ma'am." He introduced

Fish's eyes narrowed, "Hm, well aren't you a cool glass of milk?"

Jim turned toward the alley, " Ma'am was that screaming we heard back there?"

Y/N felt her shoulders sag as Jim did exactly what she said not to.

"Yes," Fish answered, "My boys are watching a scary movie."

"Really?"

"No." Fish snipped, "Actually, one of my staff has been stealing money from me, so we're beating his punk ass."

Harvey huffed, "Relax, junior, Fish gets some leeway. Her staff are rough characters, need firm handling." Fish chuckled, "So, this isn't a social visit then? Don't assume you'd bring her if it was."

Y/N shrunk in on herself as Fish sent a glare her way.

"Unfortunately not," Harvey answered, "Brass sent me by to talk to you about the Wayne murders."

"Terrible thing," Fish said

There was another scream and Jim glanced to the door again. Y/N could tell Harvey was getting frustrated.

"Listen, junior, if you're worried, why don't you go back there and see if anyone wants to press charges?" Harvey said, "If that's okay with you, Fish."

Fish smirked, "Me casa es su casa. And take her with you."

Jim glowered as he gently grabbed Y/N by the bicep and took her out to the alley. As the went down the stairs, Y/N heard the familiar voices of Oswald and Butch.

"How's everybody doing?" Jim greeted as he stepped out

Y/N stepped out just behind him. Butch glared.

"Who are you?" He demanded

"James Gordon, GCPD."

Y/N stepped out from behind Jim, "Butch, chill, he's with me."

Butch smiled, "Oh, you came with Harvey, huh? Glad to know you, James. I'm Butch Gilzean."

Jim looked at Oswald, "Drop the bat."

"Ah, come on now," Butch lightly protested," Oswald and Raoul were just having a little fun, weren't you, boys?"

Oswald looked between Butch and Jim.

"All in fun," He said a little hesitantly

"Hello, Oswald," Y/N greeted with a little wave

He waved back.

"No problem," Raoul stuttered, "Fun."

Butch chuckled, "You a new guy, huh? How do you like Gotham so far?"

Jim deadpanned, "Well enough. See you around."

He turned to leave, expecting Y/N to follow. Y/N rolled her eyes and approached Butch. He smiled and gave her a huge hug.

"How are you, kiddo?" Butch asked

Y/N shrugged, "I've had worse days. How much this dirtbag steal?"

"A couple thousand," Butch answered

Y/N whistled, "Yikes, see you in hell Raoul."

Butch barked out a laugh. Y/N smiled at him.

"I better go before Harvey leaves my ass here," Y/N joked, "Call me, let's get lunch."

"Will do, kid!"

Y/N hurried up the stairs, finish Jim waiting for her at the top. A sour look on his face.

"'Let's get lunch?'" Jim accused

"Butch is my friend, Jim." Y/N defended, "I stay out of his way and he stays out of mine. Outside of work we actually have a lot in common."

Jim scoffed, and continued inside. Y/N hurried after him. Fish and Harvey were laughing when they came back in, which gave Y/N hope that Fish had given them good information.

Harvey stood when he saw the two, "Oh, hey, everything alright back there?"

Jim gave a tight lipped smile that showed he wasn't happy about what Harvey had forced him to do.

"It's always good to see you, Harvey," Fish cooed as she stood

The two gave a quick kiss and Harvey headed out to the car. Fish fixed a glare onto Jim as he turned to leave.

"Ah, Detective L/N, I need a word with you." Fish stopped Y/N

Jim stopped to stay with Y/N, but Fish shooed him off. Then snapped her fingers and gestured for Y/N to sit.

"I'll cut right to it, Detective." Fish began, "I don't like you. You know it, and it seems your buddy James there knows it. So, here's what is going to happen, you keep being a goody two-shoes. Keep kissing Falcone's ring. But the second you get in my way, you are dead. You hear me? And I won't have to get approval."

Y/N steadied her breath and nodded at Fish.

"Yes, ma'am." Y/N acknowledged

"And your buddies don't need to know about our little arrangement, okay?" Fish continued, "Now get the hell out of my club."

Y/N hurried to stand and leave. Briskly walking to the car trying not to sell too much panic to Fish or her partners.

She got in the car, still trying to steady her breath. Jim turned in his seat to look at her, and Harvey actually looked a bit concerned.

"You good, kid?" Harvey asked

Jim quirked an eyebrow, "What did she want from you?"

"Nothing, just girl talk. Lady business." Y/N lied, "Can you drop me off at Wayne Manor, Harv?"

The two men looked at each other, their eyes full of suspicion but refused to press any further. Harvey resettled in his seat to drive.

"Yeah, kid, whatever. Probably ought to take off for the night and come back strong tomorrow anyway." Harvey agreed

The drive to the manor felt like forever because of the silence that shrouded them. When they got to the manor, Y/N immediately got out of the car. Barely bothering to say goodbye. Only muttering a small 'see you tomorrow'.

She entered the manor, and immediately went to the kitchen. Alfred was in there, cooking. He smiled when he saw Y/N. She sat at the kitchen island, setting her bag beside her.

"Miss Y/N, I didn't realize you would be home so early, I would have started dinner earlier," Alfred said

"Don't worry about it, Alfred, I should have called." Y/N apologized, "What are we having tonight?"

Alfred smiled, "Bacon wrapped, Pesto Pork Tenderloin. Used to be yours and Master Bruce's favorite."

Y/N thought back to when Alfred was talking about. When she was 16 and Bruce was 6. Thomas and Martha would invite the L/N's over for dinner every Sunday. Y/N always thought Alfred was the best cook, and he was right the Pesto Pork Tenderloin was always her favorite. But, she knew something Alfred didn't, Bruce originally didn't like it. Of course he didn't, he was a child. But, when Bruce found out it was Y/N's favorite it became his favorite too because he wanted to be just like her.

"That's right, can't wait." Y/N replied, smiling gently at the memory

Alfred set a cup of tea in front of her, and the two sat in silence while he finished cooking. Once dinner was finished, nearly an hour and a half later, Alfred called Bruce in.

The three sat together, enjoying their meal.

"Did you find anything today?" Bruce asked

"We went and spoke to Fish Mooney today. We have a theory it may have been a contract killing and not a random mugging." Y/N answered taking another bite

Almost as if she had manifested it, her phone rang from her bag on the island. Y/N politely excused herself to take it.

[Harvey Bullock is calling]

Y/N grumbled, "What?"

"Don't get huffy with me, I've got a lead." Harvey slurred slightly, "Meet me at Fourth and Grundy in an hour."

Then he hung up. Y/N shrugged and grabbed her bag.

"Harvey says there might be a lead, can I take the Mercedes?" Y/N asked

Bruce nodded quickly.

"I'll put your dinner in the microwave for when you get back," Alfred offered

Y/N walked over and kissed his cheek, "Thank you so much. Don't wait up for me, okay? I'll catch you up in the morning." She went over and ruffled Bruce's hair and gave him a quick hug.

Y/N drove like there were no traffic laws, and whipped into a parking spot along the street. She sat and waited for Gordon and Harvey.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, she saw Gordon walking down the sidewalk. So she got out of the car and locked it before joining him. He glanced at the car she was driving a gave a low whistle.

"Damn, how much do you get paid?" Jim teased

Y/N smacked his shoulder, "You know good and well that that's a Wayne car."

Jim raised his hands in mock surrender. The two quickly approached Harvey who was draining what was left of his flask.

"Hey," Harvey greeted

He wobbled slightly when he stood up.

"You alright?" Jim asked

"Couple drinks, I'll be fine."

"Bullock." Jim said sternly

Harvey waved him off, "Fish Mooney heard from one of her fences, guy tried to sell him an antique four-strand pearl necklace with gold settings. One strand broken."

"The one Martha was wearing?" Y/N asked

Harvey snapped, "Bingo! Guy's name was Mario Pepper."

Harvey pushed past Jim and led the two to the building next door and started up the stairs. Explaining more about Mario as they climbed.

"Career street thug. Long sheet: robbery, assault, rape, extortion, drug dealing."

Y/N shivered at all of the things Mario had done. Jim straightened his shoulders.

"Nice guy," He said sarcastically

Jim knocked on the door, purposely keeping his shoulder in front of Y/N so if Mario tried something he'd have to go through Jim first.

After a moment, as Jim moved to knock again, a little girl opened the door. Jim bent down a little to be on the same level as her. But her eyes were glued to Y/N.

"Hi," Jim greeted, " What's your name?"

"Ivy." She answered

"Ivy," Jim repeated, "Is daddy home?"

Ivy shrunk in on herself, "You don't want to talk to daddy."

Y/N gently moved Jim out of her way and knelt in front of Ivy herself.

"Why Ivy?" Y/N asked softly

"He's mean," Ivy whispered

Y/N shook her head, "Well he can't be mean if we're here, we'll keep you safe. Because that's our job."

"Hey, who is it?" A gruff male voice shouted

Ivy was quick to run inside. And the door fully opened, revealing Mario Pepper. And Y/N was the closest of the three to him. Jim straightened up.

"Mario Pepper. We need to talk." Jim said

Mario looked Y/N up and down, "I've done nothing."

Y/N fought the urge to beat the shit out of him right then and there.

"So it'll be a pleasant talk." Jim insisted

Mario let them in, Jim and Harvey headed up the conversation while Y/N sat back with Ivy.

"Where were you last Saturday night, around 9:30?" Jim asked

Ivy showed Y/N one of her plants, letting her gently touch the leaves.

"I was here, at home, with my family." Mario answered

His wife nodded, "That's right. He was here."

Y/N looked at her, she seemed so scared. And Y/N thought back to Ivy saying Mario was mean, once again she had to fight the urge to beat him right there in front of God and everybody.

"Pearl necklace sound familiar?" Harvey asked

Mario paused, "No."

"Then I guess you don't mind we, uh, take a look around the place."

Harvey gestured and Y/N stood from where she was sitting with Ivy. Ready to get the search over with and get out of there.

"You need a warrant." Mario protested

Jim shook his head, "You're a felon on parole."

"All we need is reasonable cause." Y/N finally spoked up

Mario's eyes shot to her. He nodded for a moment before shoving the table into Gordon and Harvey. He grabbed Y/N by the hair and dragged her behind him, effectively using her as a human shield as he made his escape.

He dragged her out the window and onto the roof. Holding her hair in one hand and a pistol in the other. Once they were on the roof he started shooting at Gordon, who couldn't shoot back without the risk of shooting Y/N.

Mario kept a tight grip on Y/N's hair, dragging her behind him down the stairs and into the alley. Then through the warehouse, and into the kitchen, then finally into the other alleyway.

He held a hand over her mouth and then threw her at Gordon when he got too close before attacking with the knife he grabbed as he ran. Y/N was disoriented from her impromptu kidnapping, and hardly knew which way was up.

The two fought and Mario threw Gordon on the ground, he went in to stab Jim. Until Harvey shot him dead in the alleyway. Jim looked at Harvey, still panting heavily.

"Thanks," He wheezed

Harvey gave a nod and then rushed to Y/N.

"L/N, kid? You good?" Harvey asked, lightly slapping her face

She sputtered for a minute as she gained her bearings and smacked Harvey's hand away.

"I'm fine, I'm good." Y/N insisted

Once they all got back to the Pepper residence, Jim got his hand wrapped,Y/N got checked for tears on her scalp and concussion, and Harvey argued about shooting Pepper. As they sat, other officers searched the house. Until finally:

"We got him!"

Y/N turned and stood, looking at the necklace they had found. She grabbed Jim's bicep and smiled at him.

"You made good on your promise." Y/N praised him

Harvey gave her a hug, with the brightest smile she had ever seen on his face.

When the three arrived at the precinct, they were greeted warmly. Applause and pats on the back from everyone. Y/N took it in for a few moments before she left to breathe in her office.

She sat calmly, eyes closed in her chair.

"What word in the English language does the following: The first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a woman, the first four letters signify a great man, but the whole word signifies a great woman. What word is it?"

Y/N smiled at Ed's voice.

"I don't know, Ed." Y/N replied gently

"Heroine." He answered, "Which is what you seem to be, Detective L/N."

Y/N opened her eyes and saw him sat across from her.

"I wouldn't call myself that, all I did was get dragged by my hair for two blocks." Y/N joked

Ed shook his head, "You helped take down the man who killed Thomas and Martha Wayne. That's pretty heroic to me. And to the city, it seems. Mayor James wants a picture of you, Detective Gordon, and Detective Bullock for the front page."

Y/N looked at Ed, who was already gazing at her very intensely. She looked away, trying not to blush like a teenager.

"I'm not exactly camera ready, Ed."

Ed shook his head, "You look fine, come on."

He stepped forward and offered Y/N his hand. She took it hesitantly and allowed him to pull her to her feet. Ed led her to the bullpen and pushed her to stand with Jim and Harvey.

"I look like shit." Y/N grumbled as the photographer positioned her between the two

"No worse than usual," Harvey teased

"Hardy-har-har."

Jim smacked their shoulders.

"Just smile, it'll be over in less than a second." He hissed through his teeth

They all gave the best smiles they could. Harvey's was the only one that looked genuine. Jim looked pained, and Y/N looked utterly disinterested. But the photographer deemed it acceptable and left the three alone.

Essen approached the three, "You guys take off, okay? You deserve it. Get some rest and we'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Cap'n." Harvey said, beelining for his desk

Jim gave a nod.

"Thanks, Cap." Y/N gave a small wave as she went back to her office

Y/N grabbed her things and left. She almost fell asleep on her drive back to the manor.

When she got inside, she tried to be quiet. Setting her things where they went, and then going to the sitting room. There wasn't enough time before Thomas and Martha's funeral for her to even try to sleep.

She only sat for about half an hour before Alfred came in. Coffee in hand as if he already knew she was there and hadn't slept.

"Morning, Miss Y/N." Alfred greeted, placing the coffee in front of her

"Morning, Alfred."

"Long night?"

"Yes. But, we got him." Alfred paused.

"What?"

Y/N smiled doggedly, "We got him. His name was Mario Pepper."

"Was?" Alfred persisted

"He tried to kill Gordon, so Bullock had to shoot him." Y/N replied, "He's dead."

"The man who killed my parents?"

Y/N turned on the couch to look at Bruce, who was all dressed in his little suit for the funeral. His tie still undone, waiting for someone to help.

Y/N stood and went to him, carefully tying a Windsor knot for him. A gentle smile on her face.

"Yes, Bruce," Y/N confirmed, "The man who killed your parents. He's gone. He can't hurt you or anyone else ever again."

Bruce flung himself into her arms, in the biggest hug he could muster. She held him tightly as he cried. Y/N set him on the couch and went to get ready herself.

Once she'd changed and done her hair, she rejoined Alfred and Bruce in the garage. Y/N helped Bruce into the car, just as she had the night in the alley, before getting in herself.

At the funeral, Bruce, Alfred, and Y/N stood closely together as they watched Thomas and Martha get lowered into the ground. Mayor James stood nearby, a similar look of heartbreak on his face.

As the guests began to leave, Bruce just stood and stared. Alfred placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Signaling to Bruce it was time to go. Y/N hung back for a moment, kneeling down before the graves.

"I'll protect him, I promise." Y/N whispered, laying a single Gardenia in the plot

She stood, wiped off her knees and followed the rest of the guests. Once she had rejoined Bruce and Alfred they were met by Gordon and Bullock.

Bruce approached them, "You kept your promise. Thank you."

"I'm sorry you didn't see a trial." Gordon replied

"That's okay," Bruce assured, offering Jim a handshake

Jim accepted. Then Bruce pushed on, back to the car with Alfred in tow. Y/N stopped in front of Jim and Harvey, wiping her face.

"I'll see you guys at work," Y/N offered

"Are you okay kid?"

"Not the first set of parents I've lost. I'll be fine."

Y/N didn't stick around for Jim and Harvey to ask questions. She hurried off to rejoin Alfred and Bruce.

The rest of the day Bruce spent curled into her side as she read to him until they both fell asleep.

Alfred woke them up early the next morning," Miss Y/N, Detective Gordon is here to see you."

Y/N scrambled out of bed and put on a robe over her pajamas that Alfred offered her. She greeted Jim at the door.

"Jim, it's so early? What are you doing here?"

"I think Mario Pepper was framed, and I need your help." Jim whispered

Y/N's eyes widened, "Holy shit, let me change clothes."

Y/N ran upstairs and chased quickly into work acceptable clothes. She gave Alfred a quick kiss to the cheek, and Bruce a quick hair ruffle before she was rushing out the door with Gordon.

In the car on the way to the Pepper residence, Y/N finally calmed enough to ask some questions.

"Who told you he was framed?" Y/N asked

Jim sighed, "Montoya went to Barbara, Barbara told me."

"Shit. So Major Crimes is trying to get you for it?"

"All of us. You. Me. Harvey. Essen."

They arrived at the apartment and Jim practically sprinted up the stairs with Y/N close behind. He knocked on the door. When Mrs.Pepper answered it, she tried to shut it immediately.

"Go away." She demanded

"Ma'am, if your husband was innocent, you need to talk to us."

She let them in, albeit angrily. Jim and Y/N came in tentatively, Y/N shut the door behind her.

Ivy was misting her plants, Y/N gave her a little wave. Which Ivy returned, though a bit hesitant.

"If your husband didn't kill the Waynes, how did he come to have Martha Wayne's necklace?" Jim asked

Mrs.Pepper spat, "You bastards planted it on him."

"Bastards." Ivy hissed

"Alice, how would the police have the necklace?" Y/N asked

"We didn't kill the Wayne's." Jim insisted

"So you say," Alice accused, "God knows my husband had his demons, but he never killed nobody."

Jim went silent for a moment.

"Can I see his shoes?" He asked suddenly

"Shoes?" Mrs.Pepper asked

She took them to their closet and showed them the shoes. Y/N bent down beside Jim.

"What are we looking for?" She asked

"Bruce said the man who killed his parents was wearing shiny shoes.." Jim mumbled, he turned to Mrs.Pepper, "This is all of them?"

She nodded.

"Damn." Jim sighed

Y/N looked, not a single pair of shiny shoes in the closet.

"Shit." Y/N hissed

Jim stood and made to leave, Y/N turned to Mrs.Pepper.

"Thank you for your time, Mrs.Pepper." Y/N said, she handed her a business card, "If things get rough for you and Ivy, feel free to reach out. I'm sorry for all the pain we've caused."

Once they were back in the car Y/N hit the dashboard hard.

"Damn it!" She shouted

"Calm down. We'll figure it out."

"You don't get it. I told Bruce he was gone. I told Bruce whoever killed his parents couldn't hurt him again." Y/N snapped

"L/N, we will get the guy who actually did this. But, you have to calm down." Jim insisted

Y/N put their face in their hands, and allowed Jim to silently drive them to the precinct. As soon as they were there, Jim took her to have a sit-down with Harvey. He scoffed at their story.

"Framed? How d'you figure?" Harvey asked, "You were there. We framed him?"

"Somebody could've planted the necklace on Pepper for us to find,"Jim reasoned, "Fish Mooney could've set the whole thing up."

"Why?" Harvey asked

"To cover up for the real killer." Y/N offered

"Mooney works for Falcone," Jim added, "Maybe Falcone wanted the Waynes killed."

"Woah,woah,woah, wait-wait!" Harvey protested, " Why would such nutty idea even enter your heads?"

Jim gave Y/N a look. She nodded for him to tell Harvey.

"Montoya from MCU."

"That pill head loony bird?" Harvey demanded, "What's her proof?"

"Wouldn't tell me. Didn't trust me."

Harvey huffed, "She doesn't have any. If they did, they would've used it."

Jim sighed, "Pepper didn't wear shiny shoes."

"He didn't own any shiny shoes, Harv." Y/N maintained

"Shiny shoes! Mother of God!"

Y/N slumped a little bit at Harvey's willful ignorance. Jim patted her knee.

"Shiny shoes!" Harvey continued, "Just suppose for a moment, just suppose, Pepper was innocent. I killed him."

"We killed him," Jim corrected

"He attacked Jim, Harvey. Innocent or not, you didn't have a choice there." Y/N reassured

"We killed him, we'd lose our jobs at the very least. The case is closed. Forget about it." Harvey commanded

Jim glanced at Y/N, who had a contemplative look on her face. He leaned toward Harvey.

"Even if the real killers are still out there?"

Harvey hissed, "Yes. This is very perilous stuff you two are messing with. Listen to me for once, Jim. Forget about it."

Harvey put his glasses on and returned to his paperwork. Thinking the conversation was over with. Jim looked back at Y/N, whose face had hardened into a glare.

Y/N was thinking about Bruce. She'd made him a promise that if Jim and Harvey didn't find who killed his parents that she would. And Y/N intended to do just that, with or without Jim and Harvey.

She stood and marched to her office. Jim was quick to follow her.

"L/N." Jim chided as he followed her into her office

"I'm finding who did this, Jim. With or without you and Harvey." She snapped, "I made a promise."

"Woah, who said I was giving up?"

Y/N looked at him, he had a set-eating grin on his face. One that told her he gave as little of shit about what Harvey said as she did. Y/N gave him a smirk back.

"I think we owe Fish Mooney another visit." Y/N said

Jim nodded and led Y/N out and to his car. Harvey gave them a side eye as they brushed past him at his desk. Determination clear on their face.

The drive to Fish's was silent as their anticipation built. Jim parked right in front and the two got out. They gave each other a mutual look and headed in, slamming the door open and making their presence known.

Oswald glanced at the two from where he sat at the bar. He stood shakily.

"Detective Gordon, Detective L/N." Oswald wavered

Jim regarded him, "Tell Mooney we're here."

"May I ask why?" "No."

Jim pushed past Oswald, Y/N trailing behind.

"No. Yes." Oswald chuckled nervously

As Y/N and Jim went further into the club, they found Fish. Who looked less than pleased to see them.

"James Gordon. Y/N L/N. How nice." She snarked

Y/N crossed her arms as she stood next to Jim in front of Fish's desk.

"Day I met you, when I was out back with your boys, what did you and Harvey talk about?" Jim asked

Fish sighed, "Shouldn't you ask Harvey? He's your partner."

"Well, we're asking you." Y/N quipped

"I don't recall asking you , L/N."

"I'm afraid he might lie." Jim intervened

"Hmm, he might." Fish acknowledged, "And you think I'll tell you the truth?"

Two of her men came into the room. Y/N tensed and looked at Jim, who nodded.

"You just did." Y/N revealed

The two turned around and made to leave.

"James, wait."

Fish walked around her desk and approached the two. An unreadable expression on her face.

"You have a little danger in your eye." Fish reveled, "I wonder what you two plan to do with that."

Jim made direct eye-contact, "You'll have to wait and see."

He nodded at Y/N and the two turned to leave again.

"I hate surprises." Fish hissed

The two men who had come into the room attacked Y/N and Jim. The detectives both had the upper hand against them, until Fish clobbered them over the back of their heads. Rendering them unconscious.

Y/N came to slung over someone's shoulder, watching two men drag an unconscious Jim behind them. Her arms and legs were tied and she could barely lift her head. If she didn't have a concussion before, she certainly did now.

But, she didn't think that really mattered anymore. Since it looked like she was about to die.

"Wait! Wait!" Jim's slurred voice called out, "Wait."

"Jim!" Y/N mumbled

She felt whoever was carrying her turn and walk to Jim.

"Shut up." Butch said before kicking Jim unconscious again

"Butch?" Y/N said, a little louder than before

Butch sighed as they continued into the warehouse.

"Sorry, Y/N but business is business." He explained, "You shouldn't have gotten involved."

"Please. Bruce needs me."

"Don't plead. Don't make this harder than it already is."

They tied her upside down by her feet before stringing Jim up next to her. Butch's guys started setting it up their stuff across from Jim and Y/N.

"Hey, what're you doin?" Butch demanded of their camera guy, "Put it over here; you'll get a better angle."

"What you're a director now?" The other guy snapped

"Don't get fresh, I'm just sayin."

Y/N heard the door open and close.

"Hey, Butch!" Harvey's voice rang out

"Ah, fuck," Y/N sighed

"I second that." Jim groaned

"Harvey," Butch hummed, "Who told you we'd be here?"

"Everybody knows this is where you... take your problems. Those are my partners you got there."

Butch smirked, "Ex-partners."

"Oh," Harvey snarked, "Lemme talk to Fish."

Butch smiled and took out his phoned, dialing Fish. Y/N twisted to look at Jim whispering.

"We are so dead."

"Trust Harvey."

After a moment Butch nodded like the line had been answered.

"Yeah, Bullock showed up at the plant. He wants to talk to you."

Butch nodded again and handed Harvey the phone.

"Fish," Harvey greeted, "Don't be like that. Listen, you gotta let my kids go. How long we been friends?"

Y/N glared at Jim, "I stand by what I said."

"Look, they're not your problem here," Harvey insisted, "They were hipped to the frame by Major Crimes. They're gonna be coming after you."

There was a moment and then, "Usual way, I guess. Somebody talked... that's what everybody says."

"God, I wish I could hear what Fish is saying." Y/N hissed

"Me too, kid."

"Listen, you gotta let my kids go." Harvey reiterated, "You kill my partners, I gotta come after you. I don't wanna do it, but how am I gonna look. You kill my partner, I don't make a move?....I promise!" Harvey handed the phone back to Butch. He turned to look at Jim and Y/N giving them thumbs up. Y/N shook her head.

"He just signed our death warrants." Y/N groaned

"What?"

"Fish'll take that as a threat.Just watch."

Harvey wandered over to them, kneeling down.

"Hey, how you doin?" Jim greeted

"I'm good,"Harvey chuckled, "We're going home."

"Yeah?"

Harvey stood and turned to speak to Fish's goons. As Butch came up behind him with a pipe.

"Gentlemen, I'm just glad everything could work out..."

Butch knocked him over the head, leaving him unconscious on the ground.

"Cops." Butch hissed

"I fucking told you, Jim." Y/N gloated

Butch and his men strung Harvey up on the other side of Jim. They waited until he woke up. Which was only ten-ish minutes.

"How you guys doin?" Harvey asked

"Been better." Jim answered, "Thanks for trying to help."

"Wish I hadn't."

"You're telling me." Y/N sighed

Jim glanced at Y/N an amused smile on his face.

"Hey, Butch!" Harvey shouted

Butch rolled his eyes, "Yeah, save your breath. Look, if it was up to me, you'd get a bullet in the head and a decent funeral, but Fish has her ways."

Butch turned away, "Yo! Frankie! Showtime."

An alarm started blaring and a guy dressed like a post-apocalyptic torturer came in.

"Oh fuck me." Y/N groaned

The guy scanned his tools and picked up a meat cleaver before advancing to the three of them.

"Oh, God." Harvey grunted

Before Frankie could do anything to them a garage door opened and three men came in and opened fire. Killing Butch's accomplices and the man who was meant to torture them.

Once the shooting stopped Carmine Falcone entered.

"Carmine!" Y/N shouted

He glanced at her with a soft smile on his face. Butch looked a mix between angry and scared.

"Don Falcone." He greeted

"Forgive me, young man. I forget what your name is." Falcone replied, "Or perhaps I never knew it."

"Gilzean, sir."

"Gilzean. Tell Ms.Mooney she is too impetuous. If she wants to kill policemen she has to ask permission."

Butch nodded, "Sir."

Butch was quick to leave. Harvey groaned as he looked at Falcone.

"There are rules," Falcone informed the three, then he turned away, "Cut them down."

"That's right there are rules!" Harvey agreed

The two boys were cut down rather roughly landing on their necks and backs, but Falcone's men held Y/N up and helped turn her right side up before setting her down. They helped cut her bindings, since she was the only one tied by the hands.

Falcone offered her his arm when she joined him by the door.

"Tell me, my dear, why you were poking around when you knew you shouldn't." Falcone asked gently

Y/N looked up at him, "Bruce Wayne is my godson, Carmine. And I made him a promise that I wouldn't allow the man who killed his parents to hurt him ever again."

"A noble promise, Y/N. I assume you did not know it was Fish's dealing when you made that promise?"

"No, sir."

He nodded, then looked down at her wrists.

"You're hurt." He pointed out

"Just some rope-burn, sir. I'll be alright."

"They are bleeding."

Y/N looked down and finally noticed that the rope had torn the skin on her wrists. She was bleeding, not horribly, but still.

"I'll have someone look at them at the precinct." She assured him

The car-ride with Jim, Harvey, and Falcone was silent. As Falcone fretted over her wrists to Jim and Harvey's surprise. Once at the precinct, Falcone sent Harvey and Y/N away. The latter with a light kiss to the forehead and a promise to have dinner together.

Harvey followed Y/N to her office.

"I didn't realize you and the Don were so close." Y/N shrugged, "Neither did I, if I'm being honest. I knew he had a soft spot for me, but I didn't know he worried about me."

Ed came into the room, holding an armful of bandages and antiseptics.

"Captain Essen told me to come tend to your wrists."

Y/N smiled and sat on the edge of her desk, holding them out to him.

"Glad to have someone who knows what they're doing. I was worried Harvey was gonna have to do it." Y/N joked

Ed pulled the extra chair up in front of her, no smile present on his face. Y/N nodded her head for Harvey to leave, he held his hands up in surrender as he left.

"Ed, what's wrong?" Y/N asked

Ed glanced up at her as he tended to her wrists, not replying. She pulled her hands away.

"Hey, talk to me," Y/N insisted

"I was worried about you."Ed replied, "You're the closest thing I have to a real friend, and Captain Essen told me I almost lost you."

Ed wouldn't look her in the eye. So, Y/N grabbed him by the sides of his face, and made him look at her. His hands instinctively moved to lightly rest over her hands.

"Ed, we are friends. I'm sorry I scared you, but I made Bruce a promise. I'm still here and that's what is important."

"Promise me you'll be okay if you keep looking into this."

Y/N hesitated. She couldn't guarantee that she would be okay. But, sometimes you just have to put someone's mind at ease.

"I promise."

Y/N pulled him into a hug. They stayed like that for several minutes, until Harvey interrupted.

"L/N, we gotta go. Orders for the us and Gordon."

Y/N nodded, "On my way."

Ed glanced at Harvey, "Let me finish patching her wrists." Harvey nodded before going back to his desk. Ed worked quickly, finishing bandaging her wrists in just a minute or so. And sent her off after Harvey.

She grabbed her coat and got into the backseat of Harvey's car. Jim and Harvey already occupying both of the front seats. Harvey drove them to the docks. Much to Y/N's confusion.

"Harv, what are we doing here?"

"Lookit, Jim..."

"I'm listening."

The two seemed to know exactly hwy they were there. Which worried Y/N, what were they hiding from her?

"I wasn't being honest with you two, but you weren't ready for the truth."

"What are you guys talking about?" Y/N demanded

"You didn't tell us because you were ashamed." Jim growled

Harvey got out of the car. Jim following suit. Which forced Y/N to join them. More anxiety growing in their heart with each moment that passed.

"Why are we stopping here?" Jim asked as he followed Harvey to the trunk

Y/N followed close behind. Harvey opened the trunk to reveal Oswald inside.

"No, please! Please, I beg of you!" Oswald pleaded

"Ozzie?" Y/N gasped, "Harvey what the hell!" "Shut up!" Harvey shouted, effectively silencing both of them

Harvey turned to Jim.

"This is the fool that snitched to Montoya and Allen. Falcone wants you to walk him to the end of that pier and put a bullet in his head. Then, everybody knows you two are with the program."

Jim stepped up to Harvey, " And if I don't?"

"Then I'm supposed to take you two out, and him too." Harvey replied, "And here's the thing, Jim. I like you two, I might not have the stomach to do it, but I'll try. 'Cause if I don't, someone will get to both of you quick enough. Then they're gonna get to me, and probably Barbara and Bruce as well. Who knows what you told them."

"I told her nothing!" Jim protested

"Bruce is a child, he doesn't know anything!" Y/N cried out

"You think Falcone cares?" Harvey snapped, "Come one, you've killed people before."

"That was war!"

"This is war! We're at war with scumbags like him! Sometimes in war you've gotta do a bad thing to do good, right? So do you two do this bad thing or do you both die and maybe the ones you love die too? I might be lackadaisical, hmm? But that's not a tough call."

Y/N stood back from the two as panic took over her heart. Kill Oswald, one of her friends, or allow Falcone to send (likely) Zsasz after them.

Jim took the gun from Harvey and nodded at Y/N to grab Oswald. She did as he asked, roughly too. As much history as she and Oswald had, she wouldn't give up her life and Bruce's for his.

They walked Oswald down the pier, he was limping heavily. And Y/N knew that Fish had beat him.

"Please, Y/N, Mr.Gordon, just let me live!" Oswald begged, "I'll do whatever you say, I-I'll be your slave for life. Listen to me, there is a war coming. A-a terrible war. Falcone is losing his grip, and his rivals are hungry. There-there will be chaos. Rivers of blood in the streets. I know it! I-I can see it coming! See, I'm clever that way. And I can help you guys. I-I can be a spy."

Jim reached past where Y/N was holding him and grabbed Oswald by the tie.

"Shut up!" Jim yelled, "Turn around."

Y/N helped Jim force Oswald around. Jim placed the gun to the back of his head.

"For God's sake, have mercy." Oswald begged

Jim looked at Y/N, and she could see doubt in his mind. She shook her head at him. He nodded in response.

"Don't ever come back to Gotham," Jim demanded

He aimed just next to Oswald's head and fired, they shoved Oswald off the pier. Making it seem as though they had killed him. They turned back to Harvey who looked relieved.

Harvey drove them both to their respective homes. Y/N was dropped off at Wayne Manor. Looking worse for wear. When she came in, Bruce was quick to tackle her in a hug, looking at the blood on her head and the bandages on her wrist.

He took her to the sitting room and sat her down, Alfred brought in tea. Bruce curled up next to her and they talked until Bruce drifted to sleep.

[lexi0widow]

Jerome Valeska is the kinda guy to help you with your morning routine and have everything you need memorised incase you run out

Post!Spray Jeremiah in the other hand is sat in bed with a glass of wine sassily judging everything you do (lovingly)

Pre!Spray Jeremiah is probably at work or still asleep

[lilmissfanfic]

Admire

Please don’t take my work it is old,)

Oswald Cobblepot X Reader

oswald is hopelessly in love with the new singer for fish’s club. Fish gently encourage the young couple to talk together and see what happens.

Oswald POV

*I wanna be loved by you, just you

And nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you, alone!

Boop-boop-a-doop!

I wanna kissed by you, just you

Nobody else but you

I wanna be kissed by you, alone!

Boop-boop, I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than, filled with desire

To make you my own!

Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop!

I wanna be loved by you, just you

And nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you, alone!

Aa-ah-um! Boop-boop-a-doop!

Daddle-at-dat-dat-dumb, I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than, filled with desire

To make you my own

Bup-bum, butle-doodle-dumb-bum!

I wanna be loved by you, just you

Nobody else but you

I wanna be loved by you, a-lup-a-dup-a-dup-a-dup!

Boop-boop-a-doop*

She sang so beautifully, and she looked beautiful. With her sparkly black dress that hugged her hour glass body perfectly. She wore her short hair curled, half up, and with a cute black bow. She absolutely stunning, irestable, beautiful.

"You should talk to her" Fish Mooney interupted my thoughts

"Oh.. I-I dont stand a chance with a beauty like her" I said 

"Oh come on, believe in yourself Oswald" she said then looked over to the girl as she drank some water.

"Y/n" she called getting the girls attention. She motion her fingers towards us. I panicked but I had no where to go nor did I know what to do.

"Y/n, hunny, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.  Mr Oswald Cobblepot" I smiled at her as she gave me a charming smile.

"Its nice to meet you Mr.Cobblepot" She held out her hand which I took

"Its nice to meet you as well. You are a very good singer" she blushed

"I wouldn't say that, I do very well"

"Hush sweetface. You've been a beautiful singer since you were a child." Fish said

Y/n came from the circus. but when her parents died, when she was young, she ran away. That's how Fish found her and took her in.

So when she was in town she'd vist Fish who was like a mother to her enspecally when her real mother died. Mooney treated her as her own, making her special. Y/n was tired of the circus, so she continued for awhile. Then came back to Gotham, now she sings here for the nightclub. 

I've always adored her but from a far. I've like her since I was a kid. I watched her show at the circus and now I watch her singing.

"You were always something special to Fish" I said and she looked at me

"Can’t deny that, I talk about you all the time. Everyone knows you, but Oswald here is facanatied to hear more about you" Fiah smiled

"What can I say your a very interesting person" I said and she blushed

"I wouldn't say but maybe we could get to each other some more" she offered. I looked at Fish who smiled and nodded. I looked towards the girl and noded making her smile

We sat at a booth and talked for what seem like forever but we were really enjoying ourselves to notice time flying by. We chatted till closing then I offered to walk her home. 

We talked and laughed all the way back to her place until we got to her door step.

"I had a great time with you Mr Cobblepot" she said

"Please call me Oswald and I had a great time as well" I smiled 

"Well I'll see you tommrrow" she said and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I blushed as she unlocked her door.

"Good night" she said sweetly

"Good night" I said back then she shut the door. I couldn't but walk back a bit more happy and proud than I've ever been. Y/n  is something special

(Song by Marilyn Monroe)

[raphinaloveschaos]

The City Is Poisoned

(Victor Zsasz x Fem!Cobblepot!Reader)

Click the title to go to the masterlist.

Chapter One

It's no news to anyone that Gotham isn't the safest place in the world, far from it. Anyway, I've felt that things have become heavier than normal in the city, more tense.

Maybe it's the recent deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Maybe it's the way my brother Oswald comes home exasperated every night after spending the day working for Fish Mooney, who is a true lady, but has already made it clear that she is an important part of the city's underworld.

Oswald was always a good brother, always close. Despite his physical condition, he always tried to protect me from anything bad that could happen to me and we both take care of our mother. He was always here to have fun and support me.

It was his sudden change and the way he distanced himself that made me realize that something weird was happening at his workplace and consequently, in our city.

At first I thought Oswald was just a helper, until he disappeared and a man and a woman appeared in our apartment. Detectives.

Clearly impatient with any praise my mother had to pay for Oswald, as she stood up to pick up a portrait of him, the detectives whispered to each other something that I couldn't hear from the window where I was leaning, but my mother seemed to hear a buzz.

“What are you…” she tried to ask what it was

“Um…nothing, Mrs. Cobblepot…-” The man interrupts, taking the portrait of my brother that she offered him.

“Kapelput.” My mother corrected the last name and I couldn't hold back the smile.

“Mrs. Kapelput… Do you know anyone who might want to do to your son a harm?”

Upon hearing the detective's question, I move away from the window and walk behind the sofa, facing his partner. My brother is in danger.

“No, I would feel it. A mother feels these things… It's a woman. Some painted slut has him in her clutch.” My mother says and although she is right, that woman and my brother were not involved in the way she thinks. Oswald didn't tell her that he works for Fish Mooney.

“A woman…You think?” The female detective asked.

“I'm sure… So handsome he is, so naive.” The detectives seemed to know that he's not so naive, like I know.

My mother looks at them. “Who are you again?”

***

When my brother returned, covered in bruises and limping more than usual, my worry and curiosity had already taken over me.

“Oswald, if you don’t tell me what the hell happened to you, I’ll tell mom and she’ll beat your ass!”

Not even my failed attempt at humor seemed to shake my brother out of the wave of stress he was in and I watched as he paced back and forth across the room, but I knew that the condition he had would soon cause him to have to lean on something or sit.

“C’mon, Ozzy! You used to tell me everything. What's going on?”

As I walked toward him he stopped moving and looked at the ground, at me and then at the window behind me, but his mind was somewhere other than the aging, gray buildings.

“I’ll get revenge and I won’t involve you in it. Neither you nor mom.”

His gaze seemed darker than usual, as if he had seen or done something he shouldn't have. It scared me, but I tried not to let it show. He was doing what he could to protect us.

My mind raced. Who is he talking about? Is it Mooney? If it is, how would he get her in any way, she's too powerful, too dangerous

“Ozzy, just… promise you'll be safe.”

I wouldn't try to change his mind, it never worked and with the way things are right now it wouldn't end well. I'd rather have him around with family and doing what he had to do than away. Our mother would die without him close. We both know that.

I walked closer to him and took his hand in mine, looking into his eyes. Even though we're seven years apart, we're almost the same height. He squeezes my hand affectionately.

“You're my big bro. I'll always be there for you.”

He gives me a reassuring smile. “I know.”

“Now, get something to eat. There's half of a pizza in the oven. I’ll go get mom from Mrs. Cameron’s.” I open the door and leave him behind to go to the neighbor, who was an old friend of our mother.

***

Ever since it happened, I haven't been able to get out of my head whatever my brother meant by “I'll get revenge.” Thousands of possibilities circulated my mind and I knew that nothing good would come of this whole situation.

To Mom, Oswald may be an innocent angel, but I've heard enough of his angry and sometimes even psychotic rants to know that he's capable of a lot. I love him, but I know he is not innocent.

I just hope I go to sleep and when I wake up I'm not curious enough to try to find out what really happened. Or what will happen.

A/N.: it's short but it's only the begining, so stay tuned! Love y'all!

[l0verboyxoxo1111]

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 & 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌:

Hello everybody and welcome to my writing blog! :) I wanted to write down here, what are my rules and what will I write for.

What I will write for:

• X reader’s

• Headcanons

• Fluff

• Smut

• NSFW

• Agnst

• all genders of readers

• Kinks (only ones who aren’t harmful)

• Ships

• Fanarts

What I will not write for:

•Rape

Characters I will write for: * if the character is gay I will not write them as straight.

Harry Potter | Marauders Era

• James Potter

• Lilly Evans

• Peter Pettigrew

• Remus Lupin

• Severus Snape

• Sirius Black

• Regulus Black

• Narcissa Black

• Bellatrix Black

• Andromeda Black

• Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter | Golden Trio Era

• Harry Potter

• Hermione Granger

• Ron Weasley

• Draco Malfoy

• Luna Lovegood

• Neville Longbottom

• Fred Wesley

• George Weasley

• Pansy Parkinson

• Blasie Zabini

• Tom Riddle

• Adult Version Sirius Black

• Adult Version Remus Lupin

• Adult Version Severus Snape

• Also I will write for: Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle as brothers ( i will also Write for Tom as young Voldemort) Enzo Lorenzo, Theodore Nott

Gotham:

• Edward Nyggma

• Oswald Cobbelpot

• Fish Mooney

• Jerome Valeska

• Jeremiah Valeska

• Barbara Kean

• Bruce Wayne

• James Gordon

• Selina Kyle

• Poison Ivy

• Victor Zsasz

• Tabitha Galavan

• Harvey Bullock

• I will also write for DC characters who aren’t from the Series, as: Harley Quinn, The Joker, Roman Sionis Etc.

Friends:

• Rachel Green

• Monica Geller

• Phoebe Buffay

• Joey Tribbiani

• Chandler Bing

• Ross Geller

Hazbin Hotel:

•Angel Dust

• Charlie Morningstar

• Vaggie

• Cherri Bomb

• Sir Pentious

• Husk

•Alastor

•Vox

•Velvette

•Valentino

•any other character from that fandom

Helluva Boss:

• Stolas

• Blitzø

• Asmodeus

• Fizzarollie

• Loona

• Millie

• Moxxie

• any other character from this fandom

* you can ask me to add more fandoms, I will add them if I know them <3

That’s all hope you Enjoyed :)

[therapy-ghost]

Gotham Villians React to: Ex psychiatris GN! reader

Request by: @gallifer

Scenario: Reader(GN) is an ex psychiatris with the knowledge of some of the darkest and weirdest things ever from the GCPD and is now the hypnotic owner to a club called 'the Hard Knock', catching the eyes of some of Gotham's greatest criminals Characters: Riddler, Jerome, Jeremiah(after spray), Fish Mooney, Victor Zsasz, and Ivy(S4)

Riddler:

He recognize you, you and Edward worked together and once he started to turn up and notice you on the job.

he found interest in you, found intelligence behind your words… which could easily control anyone

after finding your club and the darkest corner of Gotham, and you standing on the stage as you sung; might I mention every man and woman also swooning for you… but more in the sense that it was more of them dazed

he realized that there were a few snapping out of it…

“hypnotism? Huh… they will be useful”

yeah, you could easily help him run Gotham

Jerome:

the least i can say is fasinated

this boy found you and a few men in the back of the club, them all being ordered around by you and it was amazing

very hot in his eyes

he then skipped on over and started to flirt, which honestly surprised you, but then you flirted back a bit

before walking away

"So, i see im gonna have some rivalry for you, huh?"

he said this pointing to the guest you had following you around mindlessly.

Jeremiah:

they way that you have built this empire of yours is interesting to him

and your ability to control people so easily, he first just thought they were simps

he would come to the club every week to watch you, and if you arent there, learn about you.

and after a while, you picked up on him watching and asked way?

"your ability to comand this room is incredible, and was here to ask if you would be willing to assist me in my plans for Gotham?"

bros pushing it

Fish Mooney:

she heard that there was compatition and went to check it out and didnt regret a thing.

the decro was fun and eye pulling, the smells werent bad, the people there were easy

and you were entertaining

the way you had people of all kinds waiting on you hand and foot, made her a bit jealous

"So, they're the owner of this place? interesting, gonna have to have a word with her"

she wanted to take you under her wing, even if you were already flying.

Victor Zsasz:

He had been given a job and was told the man he was to kill was in your club

the first thing his eyes went to was you, and he was surprised

you were turning men who were about to fight you into them kissing the groung you walk on

you havent even spoken to him and he was following you around

"manipulative, dirty, bossy, and a bitch... my kind of person"

lets just say this isnt the last time he will flirt with you

Ivy:

She would have just been relaxing in the club when you stepped out

Eye's become focused on you as you speak and sing to people

she asked one of the workers who you are, and the response pleased her.

after you became free, she walked up to you to talk.

"I guess this club isnt so bad after all~"

Every second day she will greet you, obsessed with learning about you.

thanks for your patients and i hope you enjoy, if anyone has a request they would like to put it, pleace check my pinned post to make sure you can and send it in, with detail.

Bye~

[eaterofswordz]

hi im bones and currently my biggest hyperfixation is gotham so what better way ti deal with it than writing ff!!!!!

the characters ill take requests for are oswald, ed, victor, jonathan, jerome and fish mooney.

ALSO I ONLY WRITE MALE/GN READER NOOOO FEM READER AT ALL ❌

i will also do ship requests like ed x oswald etc.

ill write smut/fluff and headcanons/imagines/drabbles

not writing incest/pedophelia/beastiality/piss/shit

SEND IN REQUESTS ILL TRY TO GET TO THEM AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE !!!!

[lonleywriters-blog]

Just read your Gotham Gillian’s w/ goth reader but I think it’d be interesting if you did Gotham villains w/ punk reader cuz punks are more anti-capitalist therefore don’t like new stuff and they’d rather make it themselves. And they have a bit more of a trashy style.

Yes I love punk style

Gotham villains with punk s/o

She likes it but wish it had more class

She loves that you can express yourself but she is a bit bolder

Loves when you make things instead of buying them

She will buy you all kinda of things but from small shops

Takes you to concerts

She will buy storage for all your chains so they don't tangle

Loves your hair and if you style it she will adore it

Jervis loves it

He hasn't seen many punk people

He will ask a lot of questions

Buys you patches for jeans

He will buy you clock patches to match him

Jervis is fascinated with the punk style

He will force you to buy new clothes but enjoys when you make things

He thinks that it is like you came straight from Alice and wonderland

He will take inspiration from the punk look

He will ask you to help him style punk

He adores going out with you dressed up

He will make you so many things

He tries to sew you clothes but the come out wonky

Tries his best to support but he doesn't know much

Loves it so much

He thinks the morals of punk are super cool

He will make you jewelery and clothes

Adores all the jewelery you have

Thinks the style looks super cool

He will make sure you have everything you need to style how you like

He just thinks you look great in his gothic mansion

Loves that you don't like the government

He will use this to his advantage

Calls you cool or his punk s/o all the time

He will just call you punk as a name sometimes

Loves your jewelery but will tug on it to tease you

Likes the rough look

He thinks it makes you look tough

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

Fish Mooney Masterlist💋🧡

Gotham Characters React to You Getting Easily Scared by a Movie 👻☠😈😨🎃

[the-suicidal-lizard]

Flirting | Fish Mooney x Reader |

Summary: You audition to work at Fish Mooney’s club, and you happen to be good at flirting.

Warnings: Flirting, sexual remarks, make out.

Second POV.

She/Her pronouns for reader.

Reader is Pansexual, doesn’t really serve a point, more to add to that sexual personality I was going for. (No, that’s not what I’m saying, I just thought it’d be good to diversify.)

Follows Gotham: Season 1, Episode 4 “Arkham”, but not important to the story. Songs used “As the World Caves In” by Matt Maltese (though I pictured Sarah Cothran’s version), and “Why Don’t You Do Right” by Kansas Joe McCoy, sang by multiple people such as Peggy Lee, though I think of Jessica Rabbit from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”.

You needed money, you needed a living, and if that stability came with singing at Mooney's Nightclub, then so be it. You're wearing a tight black dress, a little too short if you was honest, and high heels, but that's how it goes sometimes, red lips and dark eye shadow, your hair all done up. You walked down the street, passing a woman in blue shorts, and you stopped her.

"Sorry to bother, do you know where Mooney's is?" You asked; you knew it was around here somewhere.

"Yeah, straight down, take a left, you'll be there," she said, before continuing on her walk. You would later know her as Liza, but that was later.

.......

Fish Mooney is gorgeous. You stood on stage, staring at her. She was tall and slender, with beautiful eyes. There was something about her that makes your knees quakes.

"... And here it is, our final night alive, and as the earth runs to the ground. Oh girl,"

you sang, pointing forward to Fish, who was watching you with cold, calculated eyes.

"It's you that I lie with! As the atom bomb locks in! Oh girl, it's you I watch TV with! As the world, as the world caves in!"

Fish held up a hand, and the music cut off, making you stop. "That's plenty. How long have you been singing?"

"A while ma'am," you answer into the microphone.

"You sing well." She complimented, "for this job, I need more than a pair of nice pipes and a pretty face."

"I understand ma'am," you nodded. You honestly didn't know what you was getting into. You had thought you was just coming to sing, but was you not?

"What's your name?" She asked, leaning back in her chair.

"(Y/N)."

"You like boys or girls?"

You grinned, "girls, boys, non-binary, demi-boy, demi-girl." You grinned, "I'm what's known as "pansexual"."

Fish smirked, eyes shinning, "seduce me."

Your lips curled up, "seduce you?" You walked down the steps, your hips swaying, body loose, your shoes making little to no noise.

"That's right," smiled Fish.

"Oh, darling," your grinned, sitting directly on her lap. You picked up her drink, and licked the rim, all while maintaining eye contact, "are you sure?"

"Positive," her eyes were darker now, her smirk more... inviting.

You trailed your hand up her arm, feeling each small muscle, and you leaned closer. Your hand went around her neck, and tightened slightly, pressing your lips to hers. She closed her eyes, kissing back. You swiped your tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth, as you tightened your grip. You licked her tongue, but pulled away, and was delighted when you saw her follow.

"Cherry, my favourite," you whispered, and kissed her cheek. You tugged her ear slightly, and whispered, "you know my number, love." You took your hand from her neck and dragged it down her chest, and stood, walking away with sauntering hips, passing a blond cop as you did.

.......

You got a job there, just not the job you had applied for. But, this was just singing, sort of.

You sang, sure, but you also flirted with patrons, all the while Fish Mooney sat and watched, a drink in her long nailed hand, and Liza by her side.

This was another one of those days. Though this time, Harvey was sat with Fish, for some reason, you was unsure.

"You had plenty money, 1922..." You sang, and from behind the curtains came you naked leg, and a pink, high heeled shoe, and your chest on show at the top.

The curtains pulled open, as you walked through, a red sequined strapless dress on, that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and a high thigh slit. You also wore elegant purple opera gloves, and gold earrings. Your hair was styled, curled in such a way, that it covered one eye, and wore mascara, and purple eye shadow, and liner, a bright red lipstick. The musicians kept playing, despite men and women groaning in pleasure.

"You let all the women make a fool of you," you sang, hands on your hips. You walked to to one side of the stage, "why don't you do right?" You leaned your back on the wall, and slowly slid down it, so you was doing a variation of a squat, looking out at the sea of people with narrowed, sexualised eyes, "like some other men do."

Fish shuffled in her seat, lips pursed and eyes gleaming.

You strutted to the other side of the stage, hands on hips still, looking down to the people. A man leaned forward on the stage, practically drooling, and you scowled, "get outta here." You sang, and kicked the man back in his seat, "get me some money too."

Harvey looked over to Fish, his mouth open in shock, "that's your new employee?"

"She's off limits, Harvey," Fish scowled at him, before what you, chin on her hand. She reached over, pushing Harvey's chin up, snapping his mouth closed.

"You're sittin' down and wonderin' what it's all about," you sang, pushing up on the wall, standing. "If you ain't got no money, they will put you out." You moved to the middle of the stage, with swaying hips, "why don't you do right? Like some other men do." You looked around the room, a dark seductive look in your eyes, and looked to Fish's table, "get outta here, get me some money too."

Fish threw back her drink, a smirk on her lips still.

You smirked, and moved down the small stairway, hips swaying, and looked down at all the patrons of the lounge. "Now if you had prepared twenty years ago," you sang, dragging your feet up the back of your leg, showing off the shape. "You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door," people looked up to you amazed. You turned to see a woman standing up to get closer to you, and you, without a second thought, put your gloved hand on her forehead, "why don't you do right?" You sang, pushing the woman back in her seat, "like some other gals do." You changed the lyrics to match what was happening.

You was suddenly in front of Fish's table, but had to climb up three steps. Butch, his usual pale face flushed a pink dust, immediately took your expectant hand, helping you up the steps. "Get outta here," you sang, now at Liza's side, and painfully, sexually, yet still condescendingly pulled at her hair, and she gasped. "Get me some money too."

You moved over to Harvey, hand on your hip, giving a flirtatious look to Fish, who looked flustered, but amused. You sat on Harvey's laps, ignoring the tent in the detectives pants, and ran a hand under the man's jacket, "get outta here." You sang, pulling Harvey's hat off and went in as if to kiss him, "get me some money too." You shoved the mans hat in his face, and moved over to Fish last. Harvey pulled the hat from his face, putting it on his head.

You sat on the table, kicking up a long leg, and in full view of everyone, "why don't you do right?!" You sang, coming to the climax of the song. You rolled on your hips so you was facing Fish, "like some other gals." You leaned forward, and gripped one of Fish's straps, pulling the woman up. Your red painted lips so close to Mooney's pale pink, nude lips, so close, so close to a kiss, and people groaned and moaned at the sight, and Harvey looked like he just creamed his pants. Fish stared eyes wide in shock, and a dark blush on her cheeks, for once thrown off. You paused, and sang, "do..." You pulled back, the strap slipping between your fingers, as you walked past a hot and bothered Butch, up to the catwalk and back to the main stage, all while swaying your hips, hands on said hips, and still singing the final note, the song coming to an end.

The curtains closed.

Everyone cheered, and clapped, whistling and howling like dogs.

.......

"That was a good performance," said a familiar voice.

You grinned, looking in the mirror and turning, "thank you, love." You pulled on your coat, walked over, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Fish nodded, "of course."

Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, your lipsticks sticking slightly, and you grinned, "we should have lunch some time."

Fish's smile was coy, "I very much agree..."

"Well, until next time," you smirked, walking passed her with a sway in your step. "Ciao!"

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

'I'm Fish Mooney, bitch'

[onegayastronaut]

Jealous Fish Mooney Would Include...

Requested by @thecollector99: First I want say you have great writing and headcanons😁👍. I was wondering if you can do a jealous Fish Mooney cause it is hard to find her headcanons and I your headcanon is amazing😁😎

Fish doesn’t get jealous often because she knows you love her

But when she does things get really scary (for the other person)

Whoever is flirting with you usually backs off immediately when they learn that you’re her girlfriend

However if they don’t back off they tend to “disappear” soon after that

Lots of cold looks at the other person

Fish makes sure to touch you a lot more

Makes sure that everyone knows that you’re hers

She’ll kiss you a lot so you know it too

Will deny that she’s jealous in an effort to hide her feelings from you

That not working because you see right through her

After her “episode” you’ll make sure she knows that you don’t have feelings for anyone else

[raphinaloveschaos]

Gotham Villains Reacting to male!Reader and future s/o that they're about to hurt getting turned on.

Requested by Anonymous

Genre: Smut but not really (?)

Warnings: mature content, hypnosis(?), threats, kidnapping, cut and blood, hot villains.

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter

He never expected his Alice to be a male actually, but as soon as he laid his eyes on the boy,he would be thrilled. Will do a little magic trick to start a conversation and soon hypnotize him, taking him to his special place.

"...So, I'll be Mad Hatter, and you'll be my Alice." Jervis would give instructions to the boy, who was tied to a chair and no longer under the hypnosis. From behind, Jervis lands his hands on the boy’s shoulders and up to the sides of his neck, stopping immediately when he heard a muffled moan come out of the boy mouth and through the tape.

Then, realization hit him. The boy who was trying to get free minutes earlier was now whimpering with every touch. Jervis wondered what could have happened, if it was something he said, maybe how he said it... Suddenly, a sense of pride washed through him and he decided to use it. "Is that a shiver, my dear? I can feel your skin getting warmer." He said in the boy's ear, placing a hand on his cheek before getting down to the boy's throat giving it a light squeeze, then going down to his chest and caressing it, hearing the boy breathe heavily, which made Jervis chuckle. 

"I guess we'll both enjoy it so much, my dear."

Oswald Cobblepot

“So, what do you think I should do to you? You’re bold enough to try and rob the king of Gotham’s underworld, I’m sure you can give me some ideas.” 

Oswald was still trying to understand what kind of person is so naive to try to make a fool of him.

 “Please…I didn’t know it was your money, Mr. Penguin…” The boy, wrists tied and on his knees, looks up with pleading eyes.

“Oh but you should have known, my friend. Now, sadly, I'll have to hurt you really badly, so people can get the message of what NOT TO DO!” Oswald screamed the last three words while putting the knife on the boy's throat and looking into his eyes for a few seconds, noticing the boy’s cheeks going red and his tongue traveling through his lips. Oswald backed off and started chuckling and pointed the knife to the boy.

“Oh my! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He shook his head, laughing now at the embarrassed boy in front of him. “How many times did you imagine this moment, uh?” Oswald asked before leaning down and face almost leveled with the boy’s. “I’ll make sure we have a lot of fun.” And laughed.

Victor Zsasz

Victor was amused, to say the least, with the gentleman in front of him in that alley. Sadly, the occasion wasn’t the best to start a casual conversation.

"It 's simple. If you don’t have a license, you don’t have authorization to commit crimes.” He said, slowly getting closer to the boy, who was with his hands in the air by now. 

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Victor looked at him up and down and smirked. The boy gulped and looked down.

Victor soon understood what was going on and decided to tease a little bit, by putting two fingers under the boy’s chin and lifting it up. The boy’s eyes were filled with anticipation and…excitement? Victor felt the urge to mark that gentleman in some way.

Still looking at the boy, he got his pocket knife and flicked it open, grabbing the boy's left hand and flipping it over, putting the blade right above the palm and placing it strategically so as not to cut a tendon.

“Huh-uh! Look at me.” Victor said when the boy looked at his hand anticipating the pain. Once the boy was looking into Victor’s eyes again, he felt a sting on his palm and gasped, soon feeling the blood dripping down to the floor. Victor used a tissue to clean the knife and gave it to the boy, turned around and started walking.

“You’ll see me soon!” He shouted before turning left and getting out of the alley.

Fish Mooney

The boy was dragged to the center of the Mooney’s Nightclub, the only two people already there being Fish Mooney, sitting on a chair, a singing woman at the stage and Fish’s right hand, Butch Gilzean at the bar. As soon as the boy was put in front of her, she motioned to the woman at the stage to get out and got up.

“And who is this handsome boy?“ She said, checking him up and down, tilting her head a little, and caressing his neck with her nails, and the boy felt butterflies through him.

“He said he wants to work for you.” One of her men said and she laughed mockingly, seconds later getting back to her serious self.

“Look at me, little boy. I don’t know what kinds of things people told you about working for me, but you won’t get in that easily. So you better get through that door and never come back, or I'll make a really good job out of you.” She said and sat on the chair again. 

“Please, Ms. Mooney, I really need this job. I will do anything for you, I can even be the barman. The last one is gone, right? I can replace him.” The boy said, kneeling in front of her, and she smirked seeing how helpless he looked and noticed a growing bulge in his pants, which made her grip his face and almost touch lips with him, just to tease.

“Then you’re going to be a good boy, and make me a drink, then we’ll talk again. Alone.” she said, caressing his lips with her thumb, then sitting straight.“What do we say when people are nice to us?”

“Thank you, ma’am.” he said and then felt her heeled feet on his chest and suddenly he was pushed.

“Now, go get me that drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Edward Nygma

“You’re doing surprisingly good so far. Third riddle!” Nygma said, clapping his hands together and turning to face the boy tied up on a chair, in front of him, who seemed distressed about something beyond the situation. “When you have me, you want to share me, but when you share me, you no longer have me. What am I?” He walked closer to the chair and rested his hands on it's arms, taking in the boy’s thoughtful expression and smirking.

“A secret…?” The one tied up asks, eyes full of hope and a victorious smile. Nygma lets his head fall and is surprised by the boy’s pants situation.

“Amazing… even in this situation you got all my riddles right.” He said and looked back up to the boy, just to see his face bright red, which made Nygma laugh. “I’ll make another riddle, if you answer it right, you’ll get a reward.” Ed said in his ear, feeling the boy’s heavy breaths on his neck. “What do you think?”

The boy nods with a whimper-like confirmation, which turned out needy as Edward got up straight.

“Riddle me this…”

THAT'S IT FOLKS!

[thegayasianwheeliebin]

Dating Fish Mooney Would Include..

Her, despite the fact that so many others have told her time and time again that loving someone so fragile would act as an anchor of weakness upon her back, being a massive supporter of PDA.

No matter what might happen to her, she will always check in with you to make sure that you’re alright.

You, running your fingers through her hair whenever she’s tense, which she finds incredibly adorable.

Being unable to sleep when she isn’t around, because all you can do is worry about her.

Her being exactly the same as you in that aspect, and hiring a bodyguard for you whenever she knows that she cannot be there.

A lot of flirting.

Sarcasm, also. Lots, and lots of sarcasm.

She’ll never let you go to sleep angry or upset, and will often talk to you as you fall asleep, which you find oddly relaxing.

Whenever she gets jealous, she’ll drape an arm around your shoulders, and use her other hand to guide your face to be parallel to hers. She’ll then aggressively make out with you right in front of whoever had made her jealous.

Whenever you get jealous, you’ll pull yourself into her by wrapping an arm around her waist and making yourself snug beneath the crook of her arm. When she looks quizzically down at you, you rest your head on her chest and murmur, “Mine.”