Please Note: This is the THIRD time I’m posting this with an attempt to get it to show up in the tags. I apologize if you follow me for other things and this has shown up on your dash two times already, but I just want this fic to reach it’s intended audience: Nygmakins Shippers.
Jealousy and Confinement lead to Passion. NSFW. Nygmakins. Set after 4x21.
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“Whatever happens after I walk out that door … I care about you. And I always will.” - Jim Gordon to Lee Thompkins
In the dim light, the dusty pink glittering of Lee’s dress had deepened to a more somber shade of mulberry. Jim had approached her in darkness and he had left her that way. From behind the elevator cage, Ed watches as the woman he loves draws in a deep breath and closes her eyes. She doesn’t belong to Jim anymore. She belongs to him. This is unacceptable.
Whatever happens after I walk out that door…
“Oh, I’ll show you what happens Jim …” Ed lets himself out of the cage and catches up with him in the alleyway outside.
“Ed?” Jim turns around, surprised to see him.
Ed grabs him by the collar, shoves him up against the wall, and snarls, “I take all, I never quit, and a quitter can never be me. What am I?”
Jim just stares at him, befuddled.
“I am a winner, Jim. Me. Not you.” Ed grabs his collar tighter and gets even closer to his face. “I am sore, pathetic, and I’ve eaten sour grapes. Who am I?”
“Put me down, Ed,” Jim growls.
“I am YOU, Jim. A loser. And Lee’s your sour grapes. You’ve lost her to me. Don’t bother coming back here and trying to get between us again.”
Ed throws Jim to the ground and reaches for a branding iron. On that will brand an “L” into flesh.
“Now you won’t have to put your fingers to your forehead anymore to show the world that you’re a loser,” Ed says as he cackles, then stabs Jim’s forehead with the iron. He places his foot on his chest to keep him from squirming too much.
At first Jim shrieks with pain – music to Ed’s ears – but then over the sizzling of his flesh he manages to grunt out a few words to Ed. “In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.”
“Mason Cooley?” Ed is dumbfounded that Jim even knows any of Mason Cooley’s aphorisms … just as a different one starts tickling his brain.
The time I kill is killing me
Jim’s flesh smells grotesque.
The time I kill is killing me
He’s almost stopped moving
The time I kill is killing me
The time I kill is killing me …
Ed snaps back to the present, the acrid smell of Jim’s burning flesh, gone. He’s still in the elevator cage and the GCPD is swarming in. Towards Lee …
Jim obviously hadn’t given her much time to decide whether or not she wished to take his deal and leave Gotham. Ed pulls the grate of the elevator cage aside and bounds in front of the officers surrounding Lee. Jim is just about to cuff her.
“Get your sweaty palms off of her!” Ed shouts, startling Jim and allowing him to swipe the handcuffs out of his hands. Every GCPD officer in the room raises their guns. They are all pointed directly at him.
Ed holds up his hands with the cuffs in mock sheepishness.
“Give me those!” Jim snarls.
“No,” Ed says, playing keep away. “It’s obvious you’re here to arrest us – and we won’t resist – just let me do the honors. I don’t trust you meatheads. You’re always so handsy.”
“Ed …” Jim says with a note of warning in his voice.
Ed gets close enough to Jim to whisper to him without being overheard and still keep the handcuffs out of reach. “You may have been there when she killed Sophia, Jim, but only I have seen what it’s awakened in her. Only I have tasted that. Enjoyed it. Do you even know who she is anymore?”
Ed answers his own question with a sneer. “She’s MINE.”
Ed turns back to Lee who puts her hands out, wrists facing up. He gently cuffs her as she looks at him with a gleam in her eye and sways side to side almost imperceptibly. He can’t help but smile back like a lovesick puppy as he gently traces a finger over one of her wrists when he’s done.
“Here, cuff yourself,” Jim says gruffly and throws a pair of handcuffs at Ed, smacking him in the chest and breaking up their little moment.
“I’ll do it,” Lee says and grabs the cuffs. The task is a bit more complex than she expected, being cuffed herself, but she manages. When she’s done she steps close to Ed and asks very quietly, “Are you planning something?”
Jim clears his throat. “Alright you two lovebirds, let’s go.”
During the ride back to the GCPD in the backseat of his squad car, Jim keeps catching the sight of Ed and Lee cuddled up together in his rearview mirror and it turns his stomach. He knows she’s changed, but he wonders how she ever ended up with this clown.
Lee keeps whispering in Ed’s ear and he keeps laughing.
“Keep it down back there,” Jim admonishes. “You know you’re being arrested, right? That’s nothing to laugh about.”
“Oh Jim,” Ed says condescendingly. “If only you knew…”
Lee whispers in his ear again, followed by more laughing.
“Knew what?” Jim growls, but doesn’t get an answer. They’re too lost in their own little world. He never figured Lee would be one to get turned on from being arrested like this.
Was it the cuffs or was it that villain? He sees Ed’s satisfied smile through the rearview mirror once more and holds back an involuntary shudder. Could it be both?
Maybe he shouldn’t have let him cuff her.
