* Addams .

[gothmcop]

   #GOTHMCOP    .

                    KOLE ADDAMS.  officer , asshole.        original detective comics character.    independent + mutuals only,                           MINORS DNI.   ( written by elliètt )  they / them 26. 

       ; a study in : dealing with life after suffering paraplegia , family dynamics ,        Gotham city chaos.

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🚨 This is a secondary blog, I have a few other blogs that do take priority over this one. With that being said this blog will be slow at replies. If you want to follow me on my other blogs just message me.

🚨 As stated above he is an original character, with a story all his own outside of the Batman comics while having nods to some of the universes’ villains. I am willing to expand on other event in his backstory seeing as he’s a cop in the chaotic city.

🚨 Lastly, with Kole being a paraplegic, this topic is taken very seriously and is in no way to make fun of or mock anyone suffering with paraplegia. Please be respectful.

[gothmcop]

Morgan

   @gothmcop sent - 🛋️ ( COUCH )

        it was an invite that she wasn’t expecting and one that took her a moment or two to really think over.  As attractive as he was and the flirtatious back and forth they often shared Kole Addams still remained a gcpd officer that took great joy in foiling any attempt she had at confronting the boogymen that ran the city.     

          what was the movie even about ??  lets hope there isn’t a pop quiz afterwards… pearl white teeth nip playfully at the lower lip of the officer that she found herself in the arms of. perfectly moulded in his muscular physique. Fingertips brushing the stubble of his beard their kisses playful yet passionate, months worth of sexual tension bubbling to the surface. 

          Honestly, when the invite came blurting from behind his lips he fully expected her to say no without a thought. The fact that she took a thought had the officer taken back even more so when she said ‘sure, why not.’ The words left him in a panic especially when he got home and his apartment was no where near ready for a guest of any kind especially not one that he was trying to ‘woo’.

Before she came over he quickly stuffed any dirty laundry in a close and straightened what he could of his room and living room. At this point, he couldn’t even remember what he decided to put on, now he was stuck with the woman in her arms. She fit so well molded into his arms and the way her lips brushed against his so smoothly. Full of lust and passion it was hard to tell which one was currently coming through at the moment. It hadn’t mattered, not in the slightest. He just wanted her. Fingers ran along he waist and up her back pulling her closer to him as if she could get any closer.

( @gothmtms​ )

[gothmcop]

Morgan:

❝  you know how much i love a massage between my thighs , kole don’t be a tease!  ❞

❝ Me tease. Never. ❞

( @gothmtms )

[gothmcop]

Joker

“Me? Oh, sure! A little sunshine, a little walk through the park- I’ll be right as rain! I’ll never cause grievous bodily harm ever again, officer.”

❝ I don’t believe you but I can’t prove anything and it’s not illegal to take a walk as you aren’t currently doing anything. ❞

( @funnystvff​ )

[gothmcop]

STARTER CALL! 

[gothmcop]

                                         Indie • Original Character • Dc based • Cop                                                               KOLE ADDAMS

[salt-gifs]

[sidonius5]

ℱ𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂...

[alleycatboy]

she's a 10 but she wants to stab me so that makes her an 11

[gothmcop]

Morgan​  -- @gothmtms​

        ⎯⎯          he was the only one who saw himself in such a derogative manner. despite everything , every hurtful word , argument , she stayed. conflicting feelings regardless of the bitter words they spat at one another even prior to the divorce she couldn’t let go of the love she felt for him. the divorce wasn’t her idea but she knew it what they needed, their playful banter had changed his views had changed he wanted something from her that she wasn’t willing to give up he wanted her to be like his mother and that wasn’t who she was.

he wasn’t the only one missing out on moments with the family, their infant son had barely spent time with his father, a connection she knew that she wanted for him. she would remember the endless nights where kole would lay with jaymee resting on his chest sharing that important skin to skin contact with his daughter and close of a bond they shared prior to the accident. it was moments like that he was missing with his son the longer he denied them time with him because he simply didn’t want them to see him like that. hell jax wasn’t even old enough to hold his own head up never mind hold a memory but it was about growing an important bond. jaymee just wanted to spend time with her father, colour pictures legs or no legs morgan knew that kole remained to be jaymees hero even more so now after the accident. 

words cut deep, she knew that she shouldn’t let them affect her, he didn’t mean them it was his anger but she couldn’t help it sometimes the tough exterior she fronted was no more than a facade to get her through everything that was mounting on her shoulders. unease took over her she moved out of the way from the chair as he pushed it back into her direction disregarding it before even giving it a chance. why was she even trying? arms wrap around her body hands tucked up into her sleeves in that single moment she seemed like the shell of the woman that she used to be. ❝ you’re right it fucking sucks ❞  her earlier angered tones once again soft and collected adding fuel to the fire wasn’t going to help the situation. ❝ none of us wanted it… but at least you are still here. ❞ a sadness lingered behind her words shaking her head. for a city like gotham many would see it as lucky not many face a gun and live to tell the tale. ❝ Jaymee doesn’t care, she just wants to see her father smile. she just wants to colour with you, for her father to sit at the dinner table and listen to what she did at school. ❞ she wasn’t going to argue with him instead she would do exactly what he told her without her usual hesitance. ❝ you want me to leave? ❞ a genuine question but she didn’t give him time to answer before she continued ❝ then i’ll leave and i’m taking the kids.. ❞ turning away from him her voice broke as a tear rolled down her cheek she dared not let him see her cry.

             If asked, Kole would admit the divorce was his fault. He pushed her away in a way he hadn’t meant at all. His views for family life had always been different from hers, they had just never discussed it prior to children. With one, it was made clear. Raising one in a way they could both agree on wasn’t at all possible. Despite the disagreements the love had never died, his feelings always apparent even during the arguments. Even now, as he saw himself as broken and half of. She just saw him. Sure, he could no longer walk but he was still Kole.

It hurt missing out on moments, having no time with his son like he had with his daughter at this age. Seeing his smiles and feeling his warmth. Really bonding during the most important time in the infant's life. Even his mother had gotten more time than he bothered to simply because he was too stubborn to get past the fact he would have to look at life a little differently now. That he CAN have the same experiences with Jaxón like he did with Jaymée just that it would look slightly different but the feelings would be the same. Missing seeing his daughter laugh and babble on about whatever it is she had done. Denying himself and children the time and memories. He knew these things, yet what he knew were pushed to the back while just anger, denial, and hate filled the forefront of emotions. 

He knew what he said and in the back of his mind and he regretted it but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow an apology. He truly wanted her to leave at the moment. Kole no longer wanted her to watch him throw a fit like a toddler. She had seen it for too long now, watched him deny his mobility device, throw out his physical therapist, throw his medication as if it hadn’t helped. His grieving stage seemed forever stuck in denial. He watched the way she tumbled, how his could easily use his anger to turn her to half the woman she was. It broke him and yet he couldn’t filter the anger away from her. ❝ I wish I wasn’t. ❞ He finally said it more in a whisper, the feeling of not wanting to be alive was now in the air and he hoped it was would brushed past. He wanted to smile too, wanted to hear those stories but Jaymée was little, he knew she’d ask about his accident and right now he didn’t know how to answer. So he said nothing. Yes. He did. He was to say but had no time to answer it at all before she spoke again. ❝ I want to see my kids. ❞ He voiced, knowing she would take them when she left but he wanted to see them before she did. He wouldn’t do them any good right now anyway.

[gothmcop]

Kisses​   -- @gothmtms​

❝ aren’t you going to cuff me?  ❞

❝ Oh you wanna play?  ❞

[gothmcop]

Cuff the cute ones​      -- @gothmtms​

         ⎯⎯          a gleeful gasp filled the silent nights air as hazel eyes donned upon the hot cup lips pressing out into a pout. he really wasn’t your standard GCPD officer that was for sure and Diaz bless him he was just along for the ride and easy life until he was able to retire. taking the cup into her hands along with the small bag silently hoping it was the glazed donut. ❝ hot and ready?  ❞ she questioned as she felt a warmth from the bag before taking a peek inside, a audible growl of her stomach as the smell of the fresh glazed donut filled her nostrils. ❝ run? officer addams this could almost be a date.. ❞ 

a teasing smile drew away from him as her attentions turned back towards where she had been previously studying for any sign of movement. ❝ anonymous tip off that Falcone has a shipment of guns and ammo coming in for his men, all of those containers are new from that box ship which arrived at port not too long ago. Falcones container is one of them I’m just not sure which one…his men haven’t arrived yet either but i assume they wont arrive until after the ships crew have cleared for the night and dock workers are on break which can be anywhere from now until 1am. ❞

blowing gently on the hot chocolate he had brought for her she gazed at him taking him in for a moment. ❝ the GCPD have you coming after me for a little trespassing violation but Falcone can bring in a storage container filled tot he brim with enough arsenal to take over gotham if he wanted yet they don’t bat an eyelid. the system is broken relying on a vigilante bat who does no more than fuel these maniacs putting innocent people at risk. ❞ standing up she stepped away from him heading towards the police cruiser. ❝ lets go kole…we have some paperwork and holding cell to get too.. ❞

         Kole couldn’t help but smile as she beamed with happiness from the surprise of the hot beverage. As if he wouldn’t have gotten it for her, that’s what made him different from other officers that and the little fact that he found her attractive and a little buttering up after arresting her might eventually go a long way when he finally builds up the courage to ask her out when Diaz isn’t looking. ❝ Is there any other time you go get a donut?  ❞ He asked with a quirked brow and a slight tilt of his head. A chuckle left his lips hearing her stomach, shaking his head just slightly. A scoff left his lips, almost choking on his own silva at the next set of words. ❝ Ms. Daniels, I could treat you to a far better date than having donuts as a loading dock.  ❞

His words test the waters, eyes never leaving from her despite her attention now away from him. He gave a nod even though he knew she couldn’t see her. Falcone. There it was again. She really did her research and took her tips seriously. Though he grew curious if she knew the goons weren’t going to be here till much later why she decided to sit and scope it out until than with no food?

His smile never left until she began to start talking about the way the system in Gotham worked. He knew it was a broken system. Everyone knew it. All the officers could do was follow orders no matter how messed up they where. It took someone bigger than them to fix it but a lot of people refused to step up. ❝ I know. I’m with you on that one. Especially when it comes to Falcone but I’m just doing as I’m told. Too many officer who try to fix what’s broken well they wind up dead. I’m all my mom’s got and I really like being alive so I’m just going to roll with the punches until I cant anymore. At least I’m trying to make a difference. Right?  ❞ Turning on his heels his thumbs tucked into his police vest as he followed behind her towards the car. ❝ It’s Officer Addams, Ms. Daniels and I think it’s about time you do the paper work with how many times I’ve arrested you.  ❞

[gothmcop]

Morgan​    -- @gothmtms​

         ⎯⎯          she knew he was frustrated it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out , his entire life had been flipped upside down , his dreams and wishes shattered by the accident. a moment of what should’ve been pure happiness filled with pain and depression as he tried to navigate through the hell of what his new reality was. Morgan only wanted to help where she could , he had his mother to take care of him and she had her own children to take care of. holding together with great hope that she was doing enough that the severity of her fathers accident jaymee had minimal impact and upset to her life despite how the dynamics of day to day life had changed with her father and the added bonus of a sibling whom had been taking most of Morgans attentions recently. 

while samantha bathed jax , morgan had made a point of taking jaymee to bed. laying with her youngster on her chest as she read one of her daughters favourite stories before the toddler had fallen soundly asleep and Morgan had finally been able to slip out of the spider monkey grip of her daughter. a small gesture that morgan wouldn’t dare miss despite samantha insisting that she could put jaymee to bed and would bring jax to the secondary home after his bath and time with his father. sometimes with her monster-in-law pushing so far to the side morgan felt like an outsider in her own home which was a lot worse than any of the confused feelings she felt before the accident. 

the slam of the glass against the table startled her , causing her body to jump as her eyes snapped toward where the sound had come from. if she knew what would come to happen in the moment after she asked she would’ve refrained from doing so and simply handed him his pills and left the room but shame on her for showing the father of her children a little respect , being able to move passed and push hurtful words to the side to aid him in a time of need regardless if she had vows obligating her or not. he hadn’t yelled but the anger in his voice was clear and his words were nothing new to her but just rewritten in a different context. ❝ you can’t take it ?? ❞  her words were a soft scoff she was done tip toeing around him it had been weeks since he had been cleared to come home he wasn’t a newborn infant that needed to be handled carefully he was a damn grown man. ❝ you want your legs to work… that’s too bad this is your new normal , our new normal as a family and we’ve all accepted that tried to help you when the only person not helping you is you!!! ❞ her voice filling with anger that had built up since he got home. ❝ you want to bathe your son then get out of that fucking bed and bathe him.. you want to tuck jaymee into bed , get into that damn chair and tuck her into bed, fucking read her a bedtime story ❞ in the heat of the moment she pushed his wheelchair towards where he sat in the bed now padding back and forth her body shaking as she expelled everything she had been holding inside. ❝ i’m trying to hold us together , we’re not even married anymore yet i am here , raising two babies.. and taking so much shit from your mother. you don’t want to see my sad eyes anymore then stop laying in that bed all day and get up and be the fucking man i know you can still be. ❞

         He was well aware how much more Morgan took on since his accident. How much weight was now held on her shoulders. She was dealing with more than just taking care of him and their children. Emotionally she was dealing with what happened to him, how to cope with it; all while healing herself from childbirth and postpartum, trying to get over the guilt of feeling responsible. Shifting from mother of one to mother of two. Most straining other than dealing with the pain in the ass that was Kole was dealing with his mother. Morgan and Samantha never got along when they were together and now that they were divorced and he was broken it had gotten worse. 

When the house was all busy with dinner and nightly routines, Kole laid in bed listening to the little giggles of his daughter before it got silent. Laid awake wondering what everyone was up to and why he couldn’t just get over the feeling of hopelessness and just get out of bed to join his family. He was missing moments, moments that he argued with Morgan about missing because of her obsessions. The very things he argued about were the very cause of their divorce. He could hear the arguments with his mother that he wanted to break up but continued to lie in bed. 

Kole watched the woman jump and despite the anger in his voice she didn’t yell back. The argument would go unnoticed to the rest of the home. Mostly in fear of his mother coming to see him upset rather than helping to break up the anger he felt overall but teaming up on Morgan for it. Which he hadn’t meant to blow up but sitting there listening to the day rather than being a part of it, the question was the last straw. He had thrown so many hateful disrespectful words at her that she shouldn’t have to take but she does. Moves passed everything and sticks by him despite not needing to. It’s those moments he wonders why he pushed her away and settled on the divorce rather than trying to compromise. His fingers tightened, gripping the sheets of the bed. Too bad. She said as if not having his legs was no big deal. He knew it’s not what she meant but what she accepted. Unlike him. She was right. Everyone did something for him. Even little Jaymee. His eyes filled with tears. Thinking about all the help and how he was ungrateful for it all. ❝ This normal fucking sucks. I don’t want it. ❞ He held his tongue for a moment. He wouldn’t express the desire for death he had. That his family would be better off if he just didn’t make it off the table. There’s a frustrated huff as the chair is pushed towards him that makes him push it back as far away as he quite possibly can.  ❝ I don’t want that damn chair, I don’t want to be looked at like half of a man. I don’t want my kids to see me…like that ❞ Kole was well aware just because a person had a wheelchair didn’t mean they couldn’t do things. He just didn’t want to be seen as helpless or disabled even though that’s exactly what he was. ❝ You are right, we aren’t married. You don’t have to be here, you can leave. Stay home or i don’t know go do your fucking job. You still have one. My mother could go too, you and here are the same. You both don’t see it. I can’t be that man anymore. I will never be that man. He’s gone.    ❞

[gothmcop]

*wiggles brows*​   -- @gothmtms​

❝  then lets go officer , show me how much of a bad girl i’ve been..  ❞

❝ After you my lady.  ❞

[gothmcop]

Cute Criminal    -- @gothmtms​

                    ⎯⎯                  hiding  in  the  shadows  was  never  a  safe  thing  to  do  in  Gotham  ,  it's  where  all  the  nut  jobs  and  wacko's  lurked.  yet  here  she  was  masked  in  the  darkness  of  the  cold  night  hiding  in  the  shadow  of  a  storage  container  waiting  for  Falcones  goons  to  make  the  drop  and  for  him  to  appear  from  the  same  shadows  she  had  been  stowed  away  in.  he  always  took  down  the  goons  but  left  the  heads  in  place  how  else  would  Gotham  keep  the  vicious  cycle  it  had  been  in  for  years.  

headlights  shone  behind  her  leaving  her  exposed  a  long  drawn  out  huff  escaped  her  as  she  turned  toward  the  bright  lights  already  knowing  exactly  who  it  was  ‘times  up'  eyes  rolled  and  hands  flew  as  to  say  '  the  hell  you  doing  ,  you're  exposing  me  !  !  '    not  that  officer  handsome  would  care  he  probably  took  joy  in  the  momentary  deer  in  headlights  expression  that  crossed  now  angered  features.  

❝  i  have  five  more  minutes  you  gave  me  thirty  !  !  !    ❞  her  words  a  quite  hiss,  the  last  thing  either  of  them  wanted  would  be  Falcone's  men  to  show  up  now  or  if  they  were  already  here  she  knew  for  a  fact  that  they'd  wait  out  her  altercation  with  the  GCPD  then  go  on  with  the  transfer  when  the  coast  was  clear.  a  grumble  passed  soft  rose  painted  lips,  closing  the  small  space  behind  them  she  held  out  her  wrists  playfully  as  if  to  satisfy  her  curiosity  of  if  given  the  chance  and  her  willingness  would  he  still  cuff  her.  ❝  you  better  have  got  me  my  hot  chocolate.    ❞  the  tone  in  her  voice  was  almost  sultry  paired  with  a  raised  brow  and  the  faintest  of  smirks. 

             Light it up. The words every cop loved to say and take to action. They wouldn’t admit it but it was the best part of being a cop. Turning the police lights on and zooming through the city siren and all. This time. It was just the headlights though. Didn’t want to spook his new friend too much. Especially because the area she decided to hide in, the Falcones. He knew a lot more than a rookie should about the Falcones considering how his father died. Something he wouldn’t bring up in a long time.

There’s a smile that curled to his lips hearing her quiet hiss, she did indeed have five minutes but their deal was between the two of them and not Diaz who he refused to tell about the little arrangement even though they both knew he was well aware of it. If he stalled any longer in getting Ms. Daniels then they would surely have to talk about the elephant in the room. With one hand on his belt he stepped closer to the journalist.

❝ Yeah, but no part of the deal said I couldn’t sit with you for the last five minutes. What are we waiting for?  ❞ He said almost in a mocking tone. A brow rose slowly watching her extend her arms to be cuffed. The other hand behind his back finally moved forward revealing the hot cup and a little bag with a single donut inside of it. Exactly what she ordered. ❝ And a snack as little incentive not to run.  ❞

[gothmcop]

Hot damn​     -- @gothmtms​

❝ well aren’t you a lucky guy  ❞

❝ Only lucky if you end up in my bed and not in your own.  ❞

[gothmcop]

Babe​  -- @gothmtms​

❝ … dont i always hot stuff?  ❞

❝ Every night.  ❞