#gcpd

[robs-your-robins]

Commissioner Gordon having street credit amongst the GCPD for being able to handle Batman like the Bat is some kind of supernatural creature. After Commissioner Gordon snaps at officers for shooting at him on a case and "spooking him" because that's not how you handle him, they start to breathe life into the joke of Commissioner Gordon: Bat Whisperer.

Gordon is on the roof with Batman, discussing some case and the other cops are gathered around to watch the CCTV footage like it's some nature documentary.

Montoya: Bullock you're missing it.

Gage: shhh, look, he's there. Bullock come on!

Bullock: Jeez, kid, I'm comin'. What did I miss?

Sawyer: It's about the Cooper case

Bullock: The hell you doing here, Day Shift?

Harper: shhhhhhh, look.

Sawyer: oh so that's where those case files went.

Montoya: Look he's taking them right out of his hand

Bullock: Tried that once. Robin bit me.

And the cops get so into this that when the Bat Signal gets broken while Gordon is on leave, they get an intern to make a trail of empty case files to roof of the GCPD to lure Batman. Montoya takes Gordon's place, tells Bats about the case and hands him the case file. He, of course, vanishes into the night while the usual stoic and reserved Montoya turns the camera, like "he took them right out of my hand" and the entire precinct is like:

[ilostmygenderalongwithmydignity]

AU where Jason still does the Red Hood thing, but he specifically shows up when Bruce is in a different country on WE business, Tim is in California with Young Justice, and Dick is on a space mission. This means that at first some people just assume he’s the vigilante that Batman left in charge, before they’re like “ohhhhh, he’s being a crime lord. Okay, yeah, maybe this isn’t sanctioned,” and also he said something about the Bat that sounded SUPER bitter, and not in a “he’s making me take care of Gotham” way

But Gordon is a good detective, so he makes sure to do his research and realizes hey, crime has actually gone down under Red Hood’s rule, and figures “fuck it” and approaches him like “hey, you’re doing a decent job, also here’s a list of cops I’m pretty sure are involved in the mob but I can’t prove it, have fun” and Jason is just like “thank you for the enrichment :)” and two days later half of the people on the list are dead, a quarter have had their personal files leaked to the FBI, and the others have all been given the all-clear via a folder left on the roof of the GCPD headquarters.

Anyway, Jason ends up putting the red bat on his armor not to piss Bruce off (even though that was the original plan), but because he’s become the same symbol of hope as the light shining in the sky, just focused specifically on the long-forgotten East End, specifically Crime Alley. The people love him, Gordon doesn’t really give a shit that he sometimes kills people (he’s been praying for the Joker’s downfall for years now), and it’s the most peaceful the city has been without Batman literally ever.

Bruce comes back full of anxiety and expecting the city to have imploded or sunk into the sea, only to find that… it’s fine. In fact, it’s doing better than average. No rogues are running rampant, crime is down, and when the Bat Signal turns on, instead of the yellow that it’s been for years, it’s glowing blood red (one of the rookies put a filter on it since the normal Bat was still out of town).

He gets to the roof of the GCPD to find Gordon already talking to someone, a man his size with a red bat on his chest and practically dripping in guns. He takes one glance at Batman and leaves, taking a folder with him.

Basically, Jason originally intends to use their absence to cement himself without having to worry about the Bats, but instead accidentally starts to replace him. Bruce is crashing out. Dick is still in space. Tim is in the middle of murdering Santa Claus. Jason, on the other hand, has convinced Gordon to have an active shoot-on-sight order for any time the Joker escapes, and is living his best life

[frownyalfred]

(SCENE: Joker, leaning out of the window of a speeding car tearing through the Narrows. Behind him, in close pursuit, is the Batmobile. Joker is haphazardly aiming a bazooka out of the passenger window. The Batmobile is actively smoking on one side. Moments later, sixteen GCPD squad cars follow behind with full lights and sirens)

Jason Todd, sleep-deprived, smoking a cigarette on his safe house balcony in his boxers: ...type shit

[verycoolusername1]

One of Jason's 'friends'

Summary: You accidentally meet some of Jason's family and friends by showing up to his apartment with bearings.

Soft!Jason Todd x gn!reader

A/N: EVEN MORE SOFT JASON WHO CHEERED?? And Tim is a hater, like me ofc- no but he's just being an annoying brother. Thought about a 6-7 joke but decided against it as funny as it would have been. And Dick and Jason share a moment at the end cause why not

Tags - @lush-escape Wanna join the taglist? Click here!

You knocked on the door, somehow with your arms and hands full.

The door opened shortly after revealing a woman in a wheelchair with vibrant orange hair and glasses that she adjusted as if she was inspecting you.

"Um... is Jason here?" You asked.

After a while, she smiled and let you in. "Nice to meet you, I'm Barbara."

"Hello," you nervously chuckled and told her your name.

"Babs, who was at the door?" A man came around the corner and looked at you suspiciously. "Who are you?"

Barbara answered for you. "Tim, be nice. Most likely a friend of Jason's with... a lot of gifts."

Tim laughed. "Jason and friend in the same sentence? I must be dreaming."

And finally Jason came into view, another man alongside him smiling politely at you.

Jason's expression softened as he looked at you. Something that did not unnoticed by his older brother. He took the tray from you and placed it on the counter.

You smiled and shrugged. "Stress baking."

"Figured. What'd you make this time?" He began to take the bags from you aswell.

"Your favorite, red velvet cupcakes." You answered. "Amongst other things."

"His favorite? Nah, Jason hates red velvet." Tim snorted.

Jason glared at Tim while Dick nudged him slightly, silently pleading not to press this further. Barbara looked on with am amusing look.

You glanced at Tim confused. "But, Jason eats everything I bake." You frowned. "You said you liked the cupcakes."

"And I do," Jason snapped at you unitentionally before immediately softening his voice as he maintained eye contact with you. "I do, I like your cupcakes, love them even. Love everything you bake."

"Even if I'm turning your kitchen into my bakery?" You asked.

"Especially if you're turning my kitchen into a bakery." Jason smiled softly. "What else did you bake?"

"I made cookies, so many cookies and brownies." You nodded. "I don't think you can eat them all by yourself."

"I totally could," Jason shook his head. "...you're just lucky I give them to kids when I'm on patrol." He mumbled. "They love them by the way, your cookies."

"Wait... they know about your nightly activities?" Dick asked.

"Of course, how did you think we met? He crashed through my window." You took out more contents from the bags.

"I didn't crash through your window- I landed on your fire escape." Jason corrected.

Tim ran his fingers through his hair. "Sounds like you totally crashed through their window, dude."

You giggled as Tim agreed with you. Jason, who was annoyed couldn't help but find your laughter endearing especially if it was at his expense.

"Well.. just keep that to yourself." Jason glanced at you.

"I didn't know you had a type, Jason. They seem so... much nicer than you." Barbara glanced at you with another smile.

"Yeah, like total opposites. That's definitely not what I look for in someone." Dick shrugged.

"We know Dick, your type is redheads." Tim glances at Barbara.

"He's not wrong," She snorted. "How's Kori anyway?"

"She's doing good." Dick nodded with a smile. "We're doing good, you know yesterday we painted our house-"

Jason cleared your throat. "You all can leave now."

"Leave now? But we were just having fun tormenting you." Tim smiled.

Jason caressed your wrist, the action alone saying more that he needed to.

"I'll see you on patrol tonight? Or not. Clearly you have more important things to tend to." Dick nodded in understanding.

Jason glanced at him and nodded. "Red Hood is... busy tonight."

Dick patted Jason on the shoulder and headed to the door, Jason followed him.

"If you need anything-" "I won't. But I suppose if the opportunity presented itself..." Jason trails off. "I guess I'll call you. And for the love of God, don't tell Kori."

Dick smiled. "I'll try not to, she would have a field day about this."

Jason looked at Dick. "I know..." He sighed. "I'm just not ready for that yet."

Dick nodded. "Don't worry about it then, just tell me when you're ready and let me handle the rest. I'm your big bro for a reason right?" He winked.

"Unfortunately." Jason smirked. "Now go, I have cupcakes to eat." He glanced back at you in the kitchen.

"I'm coming back tomorrow to grab one, don't even think about eating all of them." Barbara gave him a look.

Jason held his hands in surrender. "Alright alright, no need to threathen me."

As the others left, Jason made his way back to you. His smile immediately widening.

"So, how crazy was that? On a scale of one to ten." Jason asked.

"Definitely a 3. I'm surprised they didn't have that many questions." You wrapped your arms around him.

He looked down at you, immediately embracing you as well. You giggled even more in his embrace, somehow it making you feel more safe.

"That laugh... my favorite sound, always is." His knuckles although bruised seemed to have soften as it brushed your cheek.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him.

He kissed your forehead, tender and soft just as you make him feel.

[arkangelo-7]

Okay, but, the GCPD and the Batfamily having a dysfunctional working relationship would be hilarious. Like, the cops know they need the Bats to help keep Gotham’s streets clean, but man, they are fucking troublemakers.

Take Dick, for example. He’s already naturally at home in a police station, so he’ll regularly waltz into GCPD headquarters to give pointers on cases, act as a translator, and will occasionally bring donuts for the night officers. But he’s also been trying to get them to unionize since 2009 and will also unabashedly steal things from the evidence locker. (He always returns it, usually with the adjacent case completed, but it’s a lot of red tape and that’s very annoying.) He also fucks up the coffee machine every time he uses it.

As for Jason… On one hand he is excellent at tracking down perps that have escaped custody or gone to ground. It’s not uncommon for him to pull up with a van full of criminals on the wanted list, which is great… expect for the fact that Jason is also on the wanted list. So whenever he shows up the GCPD cops have to put in effort (minimal as it may be) to try and “capture” the Red Hood so that they don’t get audited by Homeland Security. So now like once a month they have to chase the Red Hood across Gotham proper, because he handed the Penguin into their custody or something, and they have to look good for their bosses—it’s a waste of resources and really fucking annoying, but, hey, they got the Penguin?

Surprisingly, Tim and Stephanie are the most frequent visitors of the GCPD—and they are also the most dreaded. Because Tim is a plucky little know-it-all, but also he can and will update their entire database in a single night and will, at random, solve a cold case they’ve been sitting on for 20 years. The problem is that he’s just fucking annoying about it, and every other week he’ll break into the vending machine to steal the energy drinks—that shit is impossible to get replaced. And Steph? She’ll talk the ears off the night shift and get everyone off task, because they’re busy gossiping about the accounting department in the Manor’s office and planning a prank war on the fire department.

You would think Cassandra would be everyone’s favorite because she’s quiet and much less destructive then her siblings, but you’d be wrong—Cassandra is an absolute menace and the night shift workers have spent years trying to prove it. She will sneak up behind people, leave random pebbles in people’s shoes, and will put googly eyes on anything she touches. The day shift thinks the night officers need to chill because, “isn’t she the chill one?” (No. No she is not. None of the Bats are chill.)

And then there’s Damian. As Robin, the closest he usually gets to the GCPD is through Batman, via his consultations with Commissioner Gordon. But on the rare occasions he’s permitted inside the GCPD, he is dotted on extensively by the officers. He’s deadly and abrasive but they love him. They give him candy and head pats and let him use the sketch-artist supplies to do drawings, which they religiously pin to the break room refrigerator. Damian will pretend to despise this despite the fact that he so clearly loves it.

Lastly, there’s Duke. As the only day shifter, he’s widely considered to be the most well adjusted and relatable Bat. Half a year into his tenure as Signal, he’s on a first name basis with half the GCPD, has his own locker and fridge space for his lunchbox, a coffee mug with his logo on it is kept in the break room, and he’s already been nominated for Employee of the Year despite the fact that he does not actually work for the GCPD. The night shift refuses to accept that he is real.

[rythespy]

A New Kind of Normal - A Reporter's Perspective

Side Story One

Summary: A day in the life of one of Gotham's most reliable journalists.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Language

A/N: Not one of my usual chapters. Working on world building right now. The Jim Gordon I imagine for this chapter is the one from the Gotham TV show. If you've seen Ben McKenzie, you get it. This side story takes place before chapter ten. Anyways, let me know what you think. I'll get back to my regularly scheduled programming soon. I love y'all so much! Remember to drink water and eat some food. And take your medicine if you've forgotten. Take care of yourselves!

Pierson Reed. Modern day muckraker and GCPDs resident menace. “C’mon Harvey, I just need a little information!” The aforementioned menace was currently leaning on the back of Harvey Bullock’s desk chair. They needed information about an ongoing investigation to share with the public. “I’m just tryna help y’all get ahead of the media frenzy.”

“Kid, you know damn well that I can’t give you anything yet. Don’t you have better things to do? It’s three o’clock on a Saturday.” A few of the surrounding officers watch in amusement. This was a regular occurrence for them. Pierce would come in and bug at least one officer or detective for information, then the commissioner would appear and drag the young reporter away.

Speaking of…”Pierce, what are you doing here?” Commissioner Gordon makes his entrance. 

“Heyyy, Jimothy.” The young reporter hops on over to him. “I need information.” Their voice drops a bit. “The public is gettin’ antsy and I’ve been gettin’ inquiries.” 

-

Jim lets out a sigh. Pierce was the unofficial spokesperson for public information on ongoing investigations. Was it professional? No. Did it work? Yes. “What kind of inquiries?” He puts his hand on the small of their back and gently guides them out of the way of a passing officer. 

“The usual. How far along are you, what kind of evidence do you have, where were you last night around nine fifty-seven?” The kid had an odd habit of throwing in random questions to catch him off guard. 

The commissioner was used to it by now. “I’ll give you what we have later, Pierce. You look like you haven’t slept.” He knows he’s right when Pierce looks to the side to avoid eye contact.

“He’s right, kid, you look like shit.”

“I’ll beat your ass, Harvey.” It was a constant back and forth between these two. And, if Jim was being honest, he placed his bets on Pierson. “Besides, I haven’t had time to sleep. I’ve been interviewing people, writing reports, breakin’ and enterin’, and taking pictures.” Jim chooses to ignore the breaking and entering bit. 

Harvey, however, does not. “B&E, kid? Really? We could book you for that.” He means it as a joke, but Jim can feel Pierce stiffen up beneath his hand. Harvey notices. “I’m joking, Reed.” 

Pierce lets out a sigh of relief. They remind Jim of their father back when the two of them were detectives. Same mannerisms and everything. Even the slight accent that they try to suppress. Pierson’s dad was a private investigator now, so Jim wasn’t really able to talk to him much anymore. “How’s your dad?” 

“My dad? Oh. Yeah. He’s good. Somewhere off the coast of Massachusetts. Business.” Their answers are short and clipped. “Backwater town with no cell reception.” 

Sounds about right. The kid’s dad tended to disappear from time to time. Even as a detective, the man couldn’t stay in the same place for too long. “He send letters?” 

“Hardly. Mom thinks he’s engaged in a torrid affair with his partner. You know, the man he named me after?” He was familiar. “Be who you are, but at least wait until the divorce is finalized.” 

Harvey snorts and Jim has to stifle a laugh. “Touché.” He guides them away by the small of their back once again. “I can’t share all the details about the case, but I can give you enough to keep the public satisfied.” Jim leads them to his office. He hands them a few files to look through. 

If it was any other reporter or journalist, he’d turn them away immediately. Pierce was a special case. “Hey, Jimothy.” 

“Hm?”

“Did you notice that all of the flooring at the crime scenes are hardwood?”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Pierce walks over to him and lays out the crime scene photos. “Look. You see how the blood is soaked into the floor? That means that the floor is hardwood. It’s probably not important, but it’s pretty cool, right? It all looks brand new too.”

Jim stares at them for a solid minute. So far no one had been able to find anything to connect the victims together. Sure, this might be a thin lead, but it’s a lead nonetheless. “You’re a genius, kid. I’ll be back.” He leaves Pierce in the office and goes to speak to Bullock. 

It’s several hours later before he comes back. The lead had panned out. By the time he gets back to his office, Pierce has fallen asleep at his desk. They had notes scattered around his table and their computer was open with their report halfway finished. He knows he should wake them up. He knows that he should, but they look so peaceful. Pierce obviously hadn’t slept properly in days. Now they were passed out at his desk. Jim drapes his suit jacket over their shoulders and lets them sleep.  

“You know, Jim, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you cared for them.” Harvey leans against the doorframe of Jim’s office. “The kid would make a great detective.”

“Pierson’s father would kill me if I ever even thought about putting them in the field.” 

“Yeah, when he’s done with his ‘torrid affair’.”

-

“I can hear y’all, y’know.” Pierce peeks at the two men from where their head is resting on the desk. “You’re very loud.”

“Sorry kid.” Harvey supplies a half-assed apology.

Pierce gets up with a groan, stretching languidly as they stand. A few joints can be heard popping. Jim’s jacket falls off their shoulders. “I’m not a kid. I’m twenty years old.” Both men are clearly amused. Pierce cocks their head to the side in confusion. “What’s so funny?” 

Harvey just pats Jim on the shoulder. “I’ll let you have this one, buddy.” Then he leaves the room, leaving Pierce looking even more confused than before.

“What’s funny is the fact that I have tattoos older than you, Pierce. I’m more than twice your age.” 

The young reporter’s eyes dilate slightly. They suddenly feel like hunting the man for sport. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Jimothy. I should go. I take it you caught the culprit?” They don’t wait for an answer. “I’ll be back tomorrow to finish the rest of my report. G’night, sir.” 

Pierce gets home a lot later than they planned on. They make some chicken and rice. They’re just about to put some hot sauce in their food when something falls behind them. Someone’s here. Pierce spins and chucks the bottle in the direction of the intruder. It shatters against the wall. “Woah! Watch it, Pierce. It’s just me.” 

Oh. It’s (name). “Cheese and rice, (name)! You really need to warn a bitch next time.”

“Sorry, Pierce.”

Pierce waves their hand dismissively. “It’s fine. So, what's up?”

“I need your help.” Well fuck.

Taglist: @ghostlyworld @lettucel0ver @celesteelysia @iloveescara @hmb-dom-4real@cupid73 @ottjhe @blapbloep @simpingpandas @stargirl404 @venuniqe @venomsvl @cssammyyarts @ghostdoodlen @itsberrydreemurstuff @chaosandcandies @wisefuncherryblossom @halluvic @shinning-stars @bluelunarjade @sunset-madeline @introvertreader20 @cruzerforce4256 @eli-mayhaveatencats @depressed--therapist @dannyisdying @d4rkf10w3r @stargirlcore75 @peyiscrazy @berriesandcreampie @kitkatkristal1020 @redkarmakai @diamondnightsky23 @definitely-not-sammie @alexdelray1 @yurikokats @the-nerdy-libra @vampire-oc-lover @casspen-starlight @moonsunlights @urparents-404 @artsyfawn

@nickey-diano @justanotherweeb666 @aixaingela @sra7riddle-malfoy @bunniotomia @vanillakirstein @achilleswins @daiyanomochi @officiallydrunk @lun4rsh33p19 @maaaahhhiii @hopperwopper

A/N: Working on something special for y'all, so be prepared.

[violentbat]

Montoya: "Ah fuck!" *grips midsection*

Batman: *silently produces a tampon*

Montoya: ?

Montoya: "Uh thanks, but I think it was just the weird hotdog I ate for lunch."

Batman: *nods*

Later, Montoya, bored: "I think Batman's a woman."

Bullock, distracted: "Sounds about right. What?"

[suigenerisisadiva]

Halfway Between You & Justice - Jason Todd x Detective!Reader

Pairing: Jason Todd x Detective!Fem!reader + Dick Grayson x Fem!Platonic!reader

Summary: You’re a seasoned GCPD detective, partnered with Gotham’s golden boy, Dick Grayson. Your life is already complicated enough between balancing crime scenes, late-night stakeouts, the looming shadow of corruption and the horde of vigilantes trying to steal your line of work - and source of income. What you don’t need is to fall in love with your partner’s hotheaded, motorcycle-riding, presumed-dead brother. Too late now though. Content Warnings: Swearing, Jason Todd's waist, crime, violence, gore mentions, petnames, lowkey suggestive

Read Part 2 Here!

A/N: So sorry for ditching guys I was crashing out subtly for a few days, I hope you all enjoy this! Guys I think this is like my first proper fic! hope you are proud!!!

Bae's I needa tag: @gothicbatgirl, pookie ily this one's for you 🫰

The crime scene smelled like burnt plastic from the industrial area and concrete with the musk of bitter wind. Gotham's signature perfume. You stepped under the police tape, flashing your badge, your hair still smelling like Pantene and leave-in, with coffee cooling in your red Frank Green travel mug.

“Third body this week,” Dick muttered beside you. “Same MO. Bullet to the head, throat slit post-mortem.”

“Message kill,” you said. “Somebody wants attention.”

You didn’t flinch at the gore anymore. That part of you was long dead, buried under years of sleepless nights and department budget cuts. But something about this one felt personal. Sloppy. Emotional.

Then came the sound of boots on gravel. You glanced up.

Leather jacket. Helmet under one arm. That smug, lopsided smirk like he knows he's hot, walking around with that waist ratio slutty enough to make Kim K jealous.

Jason Motherfucking Todd.

Dick sighed immediately. “Oh my god, what are you doing here?” spoken in the true sibling tone.

Jason held up his hands after putting his helmet down, grin unfazed. “Relax, Boy Wonder. Just doing some independent investigating. Heard this might be Red Hood turf.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How does a civilian ‘hear’ that?”

“I read the Gotham Gazette,” he said innocently.

You weren’t buying it. But you were staring. The curve of his smirk. The cut of his jawline sharp enough to do geometry on it. The way his black t-shirt clung to his chest, and fit snugly around his biceps.

Unprofessional.

Very unprofessional.

You found Jason again that same night. Sitting on the hood of your BMW m4. Swinging his legs like a schoolboy. But a schoolboy with guns.

“I’m not giving you case files Jay” you said flatly, arms crossed.

“Didn’t ask sweetheart,” he said, then added, “Yet.”

You didn’t drive him away. You didn’t hand him files, either. But you sat on the hood next to him and let him steal sips of your coffee. "Your car suits you by the way" He spoke.

"I don't know how to interpret that statement Jace" you chided back.

"Take it however you want it babe" He said, flashing you a smirk.

And somehow, this became a routine.

You were out on your break, on a shift you don't normally take, but Detective Alvarez called in sick. Which is why you're here, scrolling through Insta reels on a balcony in Gotham feeling the breeze of her air go past your lululemon define jacket, listening to the ambience produced by the city - cars, cop sirens and the occasional yell from a store owner, almost like Gotham's got a Spotify playlist.

Suddenly, you're met with warm arms.

The gasp you gusped made him chuckle. Jason slid an arm down your back just enough to make you feel butterflies, muttering the most devious sentence-

"Doll you wore that to interrogate me? I thought I was the one playing dirty..." he teased. You swat his arm in retaliation, fingers nearly hurting from how built he really is. You remember the time you once saw Jason at the bench press, lifting those things with ease, then you noticed it was your body weight on both sides. That made you feel something.

"Where's Dickwad?"

"We aren't speaking to each other right now" You replied immediately.

"You're supposed to speak to each other how the fuck else are you gonna do your job?" Jason jabbed, getting sassier by the second.

"Barbara complimented my push up bra and he told me I 'looked the same' and I said the same thing for him about his booty gain journey, which really ticked him off I think." You explained.

"He's been pissing me off lately, unplugging my work laptop to charge his fucking electric toothbrush 'cuz it's important to his oral ecosystem." You continued with vigour-

"I ended up hiding his whey isolate in the evidence freezer." You finished.

"That's funny" Jason said softly, hoping you'd never notice how he didn't take his eyes off your features for a second while you were talking.

It came to a head three weeks later.

Dick found out.

He stormed into the bullpen, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. “You’re seeing him?”

You blinked. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

“You don’t,” he snapped. “But you’re smarter than this. He’s reckless. Dangerous. You know who he is.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I do.”

Jason waited for you outside that night. You didn’t speak for a while.

“Your brother has me on his hit list,” you muttered.

Jason lit a cigarette. “He hates the part of me he used to be. The angry kid. The one who didn’t make peace with dying.”

You looked at him then , like really looked. Past the scars and leather and bravado. And something in your chest broke.

You kissed him first. Not knowing where it would lead you.

Hope you all enjoyed this! Likes, comments, reblogs and requests are highly appreciated! Requests are open!

Sources! -

Dividers - @enchanthings @anitalenia @sister-lucifer

Icon Header - @mieczyslawn

Property of suigenerisisadiva, do not repost my work pls & ty