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❀All it takes is one glance, Victor knows he has to have you. He’s fascinated by your every move, the way in which you go about your world. Victor keeps low while he watches you from afar.
❀From that moment. Victor follows you everywhere. Silently, discreetly, he’s watching you, taking out anyone who poses a threat. Another tally on his body, he doesn’t care; no one gets to touch you, to look at you, to interact with you in a way he doesn’t like.
❀Which leads him to do research in learning everything about you. He wants to know where you work, where you live, who's in your life, down to the smallest of details, favourite food, favourite colour, etc.
❀Once the information is gathered, Victor begins to work on a plan to induct himself into your life. Victor doesn’t make it abrupt; he’s subtle. A meeting, crossing paths in the street. It takes him weeks, but little by little, he begins to make your acquaintance. He keeps a book of information so he knows exactly where you’re at.
❀It’s also something to remind him of the progress you’re making. The day you first smiled at him. The day your eyes first met. It’s all documented. When he’s finished for the day, Victor likes to look at it, to remind himself of what he’s working toward.
❀Victor doesn’t tell anyone, keeping you his secret. He doesn’t want anyone to persuade him not to do it. He doesn’t want anyone knowing for the first time that he has a weakness. Perhaps it is why Victor makes sure he’s ready, ready to protect you just in case. He’s vigilant when he’s around you, checking to see if anyone’s lurking around. Victor becomes prepared for anything.
❀You consume Victor’s every waking thought, when he’s working, when he’s lying in bed at night. Victor cannot help it; you’ve overcome his senses, filled them in a new and exciting way. Victor doesn’t know what you’ve done to him, but he’s not going to let you go.
could you perhaps do a jerome one shot or head canons with ex gf reader👀
Jerome Valeska x ex gf — headcanons
Your relationship with Jerome was toxic, but deeply romantic. Full of passion and a love that only the two of you knew how to show. To anyone on the outside, your love didn’t look healthy — well, it wasn’t. But you loved each other fiercely.
Jerome could be unpredictable. One look, one smile, and your heart would go haywire. You felt more alive with him than anyone else.
It was you who decided to end it. And it was all because Jerome was crossing the lines. He killed for you, and because of you, many people. Just one crooked or lewd look in your direction was enough for him to murder. Even torture his victim before the kill.
At first, it didn’t bother you. In a twisted way, it even felt “romantic.” You believed Jerome did it out of love. But when the body count kept rising and the reasons became more and more trivial, it started to frustrate you.
Jerome became possessive. He controlled every aspect of your life. When you left the house, when you sat alone in your room, you were always being watched. Cameras, his loyal men… anything to know what you were doing at any given moment.
Jerome didn’t handle the breakup well. He was angry. He laughed through his rage, asking you why you were leaving. “Do you have someone else? You don’t want me anymore? Maybe my actions aren’t enough?”
Yet, he let you go. Even so, for a long time, you still felt watched. You had the constant feeling that no matter where you went, he was there. In the shadows at night, as you walked down a dark alley, or just around the corner in broad daylight.
Even though you broke up with him, your love for him didn’t fade. You hoped that eventually, you’d forget him. But Jerome had dug too deep into your mind, he had become a part of it.
You still feel his presence in every chaos, in every sudden explosion of emotion around you.
It didn’t take long before you started seeing him again. At first, it was subtle. A shadow in the corner of a café you frequented, a glimpse of him across the street. Jerome wasn’t dependent on you, not in the traditional sense, yet he couldn’t stay away. He sought you out, deliberately, almost daring you to notice him, showing up exactly where he knew you would be. And he never tried to hide it.
He began leaving small gestures, reminders of the love that never truly died. Your favorite white tulips, carefully chosen, left where he knew you’d find them. A small note. It was his way of saying: “I’m still here. I still love you. I’ll do anything to bring us back.”
Jerome promised to change for you, for the two of you. And even though part of you feared it was just another game, you couldn’t deny the pull.
Victor Zsasz is one of the most feared men in Gotham. You never seem to care about his reputation.
Then, one night, someone corners you outside a bar.
That's a mistake on their part.
please note that i haven't seen this show since like 2018 or something so i might have his characterisation wrong, this is just from memory
The first thing people noticed about you was that you didn't seem afraid of Gotham.
Not in the way sane people should be.
You walked home after dark with your keys threaded between your fingers and your chin held high. You worked late shifts. You crossed neighborhoods people avoided. You rolled your eyes at threats.
You weren't reckless.
You just refused to live your life terrified.
Which was why nobody could understand how you'd become friends with Victor Zsasz.
Or perhaps "friends" wasn't the right word.
Victor himself would probably laugh if someone called it that.
The relationship had started six months earlier in the most ridiculous way imaginable.
You'd spilled coffee on him.
Not just anyone.
Not some businessman.
Not some random criminal.
Victor Zsasz.
One of the most dangerous men in Gotham.
You hadn't known who he was at the time.
You'd been rushing out of a café, juggling your phone and a paper bag of pastries, when you collided directly with a bald man wearing a long black coat.
The coffee had gone everywhere.
His shirt.
His jacket.
His face.
Silence had fallen over the sidewalk.
Absolute silence.
The kind that made the back of your neck prickle.
Then you'd looked up.
And found yourself staring into the darkest eyes you'd ever seen.
Cold eyes.
Dangerous eyes.
The eyes of a man everyone around you suddenly looked terrified of.
"Oh my God." You'd winced. "I'm so sorry."
The silence had stretched.
One second.
Two.
Three.
The people nearby looked ready to witness a murder.
Then you'd shoved your napkins into his hands. "Seriously, that's entirely my fault."
Victor had blinked.
Once.
Then twice.
As though you'd somehow confused him. "You apologising to me?"
"You look shocked."
"You know who I am?"
"No."
A pause.
"No."
Another pause.
"You got a name?"
"Y/N."
Victor had stared.
Then grinned.
And that should have been your warning.
Because Victor Zsasz smiling was never good news.
Not for anyone.
Unfortunately for him, you simply smiled back.
And walked away.
A week later he appeared again.
Then again.
Then again.
At first you assumed it was coincidence.
Then you realized Victor Zsasz was not the kind of man who accidentally showed up everywhere you happened to be.
The bookstore. The diner. The corner convenience store. The laundromat.
Eventually you'd looked up from your coffee and sighed. "Are you stalking me?"
Victor sat across from you.
"Maybe."
"You know that's weird, right?"
"You still ain't scared."
"No."
His grin widened.
"Interesting."
You learned very quickly that Victor fascinated you.
Not because he was dangerous.
Everyone knew he was dangerous.
That part was obvious.
What fascinated you was everything else.
The strange humour. The dry observations. The fact that he always remembered your coffee order. The way he tilted his head when listening. The way he watched people. Like he could see right through them.
Most people never got close enough to notice those things.
Most people ran.
You didn't.
And somehow that seemed to puzzle Victor more than anything.
"Why?"
He asked it one rainy evening.
You were sitting beneath the awning outside a convenience store while rain hammered the streets.
"Why what?"
"Why aren't you scared of me?"
You considered the question.
Victor leaned against the wall beside you.
Watching.
Waiting.
You shrugged.
"I think you're dangerous."
His eyebrow lifted.
"Good start."
"I think you've probably done horrible things."
"Better."
"But you've never hurt me."
The rain continued falling.
Victor didn't move.
"You look at me like I'm a person."
The words were quieter than usual.
Almost careful.
Victor's expression changed.
Just slightly.
"You are a person."
His jaw tightened.
For some reason that answer seemed to affect him more than fear ever could.
Weeks became months.
Months became something neither of you wanted to define.
Victor started showing up at your apartment.
Not invited.
But not exactly unwelcome.
You'd find him sitting fire-escape adjacent at two in the morning. Eating takeout. Watching the city.
Sometimes he talked.
Sometimes he didn't.
Sometimes he simply sat beside you.
Comfortable in silence.
The closest thing Victor Zsasz had ever known to peace.
Naturally, Gotham noticed.
Rumors spread quickly.
Especially dangerous rumors.
And there was nothing more dangerous than being associated with Victor Zsasz.
People stared.
Whispered.
Avoided you.
Some tried warning you.
Others assumed you were crazy.
A few assumed you were just as dangerous as he was.
You ignored them all.
Victor pretended he didn't care.
You knew better.
Because every time someone looked at you wrong, Victor noticed.
Every single time.
The problem was that not everyone in Gotham understood boundaries.
Some people saw a woman alone and thought opportunity. Some people saw kindness and mistook it for weakness. Some people made very stupid decisions.
Like the three men outside McCarthy's Bar on a Friday night.
It was nearly midnight.
The streets were wet from earlier rain.
The neon signs reflected across puddles.
You'd stayed later than expected.
Said goodbye to friends.
Started walking home.
At first everything seemed normal.
Then footsteps appeared behind you.
Three sets.
Too close.
Too deliberate.
Your stomach tightened.
You kept walking.
The footsteps quickened.
So did yours.
A voice called out. "Hey sweetheart."
You didn't answer.
Another laugh followed.
Then another.
The sound echoed down the alley-lined street.
Your pulse began hammering.
You hated that.
Hated feeling vulnerable.
Hated feeling cornered.
You crossed the street.
They followed.
One moved ahead.
Blocking your path.
The other two closed behind you.
Your heart dropped.
"Move."
The tallest man grinned. "Nah."
You glanced around.
The street was nearly empty.
No help.
No witnesses.
Just three men who clearly thought they held all the power.
One reached for your arm. "Come on."
You jerked away. "Don't touch me."
His smile vanished.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Predatory.
Ugly.
Dangerous.
"Think you're too good for us?"
You backed up.
Slowly.
Calculating.
Looking for an opening.
Finding none.
The second man stepped closer.
The third cracked his knuckles.
And then—
A voice cut through the darkness.
Soft.
Almost cheerful.
"Oh."
Everything stopped.
The men froze.
You froze.
Because you recognized that voice immediately.
Victor.
The men turned.
Confused.
Victor stood twenty feet away.
Hands in his pockets.
Head tilted slightly.
Smiling.
Not a pleasant smile.
Not even remotely.
The kind of smile people saw in nightmares.
"Oh," he repeated. "I don't think you boys understand who that is."
Silence.
One man scoffed.
"Who the hell are you?"
Victor actually laughed.
The sound made your skin prickle.
Not because you feared him.
Because you knew what came next.
The leader took one look at Victor and visibly paled.
Recognition.
Horrible recognition.
The color drained from his face.
His eyes widened. "Oh God."
Victor's grin widened. "There it is."
The other two glanced between them.
Confused.
"What?"
The leader stumbled backward.
"Run."
"What?"
"RUN."
Too late.
Far.
Far too late.
Victor moved.
Fast.
Terrifyingly fast.
One second he stood across the street.
The next he was there.
Violence erupted.
Quick.
Efficient.
Brutal.
The kind of violence only someone like Victor could deliver.
The alley echoed with screams.
Then apologies.
Then begging.
Victor ignored all of it.
Because the moment he'd seen them cornering you, something inside him had snapped.
You'd never seen Victor angry before.
Not truly angry.
You had now.
And it was horrifying.
Not because of what he did.
Because of how calm he remained while doing it.
The men never stood a chance.
Not for a second.
Not against Victor Zsasz.
When it was over, silence settled over the street.
Victor stood breathing steadily.
Not winded.
Not shaken.
Just staring.
The three men fled the instant they could.
Desperate.
Terrified.
Victor let them go.
His attention had already shifted.
To you.
Immediately.
Entirely.
"Y/N."
His voice sounded different.
You swallowed.
"I'm okay."
He crossed the distance instantly.
Checking you over.
Shoulders.
Arms.
Face.
As though searching for injuries.
"You hurt?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Victor."
His eyes met yours.
Bright.
Dangerous.
Terrified.
You reached up and placed your hand against his cheek.
His entire body went still.
"I'm okay."
The words were soft.
Certain.
Victor closed his eyes.
Just briefly.
The tension draining from him all at once.
"You scared me."
The admission surprised both of you.
Victor looked away immediately afterward.
As though he'd revealed too much.
You stared.
Then laughed softly.
The expression he gave you was offended.
"I mean it."
"I know."
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I know."
"You shouldn't walk alone."
"You sound like my grandmother."
Victor groaned.
You smiled.
And for the first time that night, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
Something changed after that.
Neither of you acknowledged it.
Neither of you needed to.
The near-miss had shattered whatever walls remained between you.
Victor stopped pretending you were merely someone he knew.
You stopped pretending his presence didn't matter.
The truth had become impossible to ignore.
For both of you.
A week later Victor appeared on your fire escape.
Again.
Except this time he seemed oddly nervous.
Which was ridiculous.
Victor Zsasz wasn't nervous.
Ever.
Yet there he was.
Avoiding eye contact.
Fidgeting.
You narrowed your eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
Victor sighed dramatically.
Then muttered something.
"What?"
He muttered again.
"Victor."
His eyes squeezed shut.
Then he blurted, "Want to go out with me?"
Silence.
Victor looked ready to jump off the fire escape.
You stared.
Then laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was adorable.
Which Victor would have hated hearing.
"You asking me on a date?"
"No."
"Victor."
"Maybe."
You smiled.
The soft kind.
The dangerous kind.
The kind that always left him speechless.
"I'd love to."
For once in his life, Victor Zsasz looked completely stunned.
Months later people still feared him.
Still crossed streets.
Still whispered.
Still avoided eye contact.
Victor Zsasz remained one of Gotham's most dangerous men.
One of its deadliest.
One of its most feared.
None of that changed.
But when he walked through Gotham now, there was often someone beside him.
Someone who rolled her eyes at his dramatic stories. Someone who stole fries off his plate. Someone who teased him mercilessly. Someone who never looked at him like a monster.
And every single time Victor glanced at her, the expression in his eyes made one thing perfectly clear.
The men outside that bar had made the worst mistake of their lives.
Not because they'd crossed Victor Zsasz.
Because they'd threatened the one person in Gotham he would burn the entire city down to protect.
And Victor had never been particularly good at mercy when it came to things he loved.
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; He’s the sadist to your masochist, and he intends to prove it.
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. SMUT. pure porn. second part to the “gotham characters eating you out” series. Obsessive victor. Sadist victor. Victor being cannonically a manwhore.
♫ “Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me.” Angel by Massive Attack
It’s true what they say. You never see him coming, he just appears. Typically it would be used for violence, but no. He showed up at your apartment unannounced an hour ago, just in the shadows. You could still see the dried blood textured on his leather- fresh from the kill. He looked at you like he always had, gaze devoid of anything at all. But no, you’d known better. He was riled up.
The adrenaline from his kills always hit you the hardest and fastest. Typically because, in his words, it meant you were “getting laid” tonight. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed how he tapped his fingers against your window, a soft request to be let in.
After each kill and each scar cut into him, you were the first person he’d see. Allieviate all…underlying tensions still left in his body. When his blood was still pumping from a victims screams, and his cock throbbed hard with the adrenaline of the chase.
You’d known from the begginning something was different about tonight, though. No quick quips, or light conversation before he fucked you. Hell, he’d even sometimes play sudoku on your phone beforehand. But there was no restraining him today. He was fired up.
Which is why, for the past hour, he’s been inbetween your legs, not letting you cum until you say it.
What is it, exactly? You don’t know.
He’s been teasing you all night, tongue pulling away from your folds at even the slightest spasm. You’d already tried begging, and he gave you a sympathetic frown.
“Wrong answer babe…” He trails off, letting your high come down, before his mouth is on you again. His tongue swirls roughly around your clit, and you struggle not to shudder.
A cold, gloved hand holds your thigh up. The other one is thrown over his shoulder. Every now and again he’ll look up at you, smirk on his face. You want to kill him.
His movements against your clit are calculated- flicking gently. Damn him and his expirence. A ladies man. You almost feel jealous- before the feeling of his hands digging into your thigh brings you back to him.
“Ah ah ah.” He tsks, in between rough and gentle kitten licks against your cunt. “Come back to me.” His hand only leaves your thigh to gently snap at you. To bring you back out of your pleasure and running thoughts. He wants every last drop of your attention.
You let out a soft whine, not willing to give in.
“All you have to do…” His tongue dips into your center, and you involuntarily clench up. He keeps his eye contact on you, before departing once more. “Is say it, sweetheart.” You hear the smirk in his voice.
“Say what?” You breathe wildly, desperate to cum. He gives you one more lick, before he pulls out a switchblade from the inside of his suit. Your eyes widen.
He doesn’t answer you, only returns to teasing, this time with a blade in hand. He licks a long stripe from your clit, up and down your thigh, where he places the knife against the delicate plush of your skin. You want to tell him to stop, but you don’t, and so he doesn’t.
The gloved hand drags the knife down only a few inches, and you yelp. A red mark is stuck into your skin. A tally mark on your thigh. He gently sighs, open mouthed at the mark, before swiftly putting the switch blade back in its place.
“Say it.” It comes out as more of a growl this time, as his movements suddenly transform. The soft licks are gone, replaced with the entirety of his lips, eagerly kissing and sucking and licking at the tender flesh.
Between the harsh stinging pain on your thigh and the pleasure of him in between your legs, you feel your orgasm begin again. You search your mind for what he could possibly want from you- you’d already begged please before. Already said his name. Already praised him and proclaimed your devotion a million times over just tonight.
His movements only quicken against the wetness of your slit, and he runs his hands up against the cut in your thigh. You gasp and moan in pain as his fingers dig into the cut, orgasm and burning pain piling up on one another in pure bliss. You feel the tears in your eyes sting, and the build up of release rapidly increasing.
You say the only words left, the only words you know for sure have gone unsaid.
He looks so pretty like this, even with your blood on his hands and your slick around his lips.
“I love you,” You damn near scream, you plead. You need to cum.
And he finally lets you.
At those words, a loud growl rips through him, pain reaching a peak as he plays with the cut on your thigh and expertly devours you. He manhandles your body even closer than what you thought possible, shoving his face into your pussy like a man starved.
He rides you through your orgasm, licking and looking at you. Your chest heaves under him, and your sure the sheets are red from the blood in your thigh.
When he finally parts, he lifts himself over you- so he’s face to face.
He’s a touch too composed for your liking, and he hovers over you. His face blank.
You two lay in scilence, and you feel the burning pain in your thigh more and more as the aftershocks from your orgasm subside.
In a quick movement, he kisses your nose in a quick peck.
“I love you too.” He grins like a school girl- before flopping over next to you as if nothing had happened. “Thats all I wanted to hear,” He shrugs, eyeing the ceiling with his head propped on his hands behind his head.
A/N: Hello! It's been quite some time since I've posted and written. I have been recently watching Gotham, and I'm obsessed. This is the first time I've ever dabbled in the DC realm, so please go easy on me. This will hopefully be the first of several one shots for the show Gotham. Please do not be afraid to send in a request but do know that I am only at the beginning of Season 3, so who I write for may be limited. But if you like this one, please send in a request for another! I hope you all enjoy
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The sound of your shoes against the tile floor mixed with the hustle and bustle of the GCPD. You moved around officers hauling in criminals screaming for justice as you made your way to your little corner of the building. You hadn’t been working at the GCPD for long. In fact, you were happy where you were previously employed. You would have stayed there forever had a former employee, who was now caged up in Arkham, not decided to torch the place. So, when you found yourself out of a job, you did what any ordinary distraught adult would do. You called your best friend and scheduled a date for some much-needed wine therapy. Unfortunately for you, your best friend was hanging out with her close buddy, Kristen Kringle, when said call was made.
You had only met Kristen a handful of times and were not a fan. She always struck you as shallow. Every time you spent time with her, she would only ever talk about how much she hated her job but enjoyed all the male attention from the officers. So, naturally, when your best friend told you that Kristen could get you a job as her assistant at the GCPD, you were a little skeptical. But, since your options were limited, you reluctantly accepted and eventually found yourself being Kristen’s own personal servant.
You hurried through the building until you came upon the Record’s Room door. Just as you were about to enter, the trill of Kristen’s giggle filled your ears, causing you to pause. You peeked around the corner to find Officer Dougherty trailing his fingers up and down Kristen’s arm. His head was angled down as he whispered something into her ear, earning another laugh. You rolled your eyes before turning on your heel with a huff and headed toward the M.E.’s office. When you entered the room, it was empty. Lee always ran a bit late, but you knew she wouldn’t mind if you hid in her office. She was used to it by now.
You dropped your bag onto the floor and began aimlessly walking around the room. Vials of odd-colored liquids were chilling in a refrigerator, and several medical tools were lined on the table in the middle of the room. You meandered over to the lone skeleton in the corner and began lifting up its limp arms. You gave them a light shake causing the whole thing to rattle when the door opened.
“Making friends over there?” Lee asked.
You dropped the arms and let out a little chuckle.
“I couldn’t help myself. He looked a little bonely.”
“Not a pun this early in the morning, Y/N” Lee groaned.
You just smiled as you moved to plop down into her roller chair. As you watched Lee set up for the day, you began slowly spinning the chair. She sent you a glance over her shoulder.
“Kristen has company again?”
You scoffed and said, “Officer Dougherty, now.”
“She sure moved on quickly from Flass.”
With every spin, you briefly looked at Lee and said, “Don’t even get me started.”
Lee let out a breathy laugh and then continued to move around the room. You were spinning in silence when the door opened again, and none other than Ed Nygma entered. You slammed your feet down in an attempt to stop the spinning and nearly sent yourself flying from the chair. A bright smile spread across Ed’s face the second your eyes locked with his.
“Miss Y/L/N.”
“Hi, Ed,” you said, his name coming out like a secret you didn’t want anyone else to know.
“I thought I might find you here.”
You and Ed hit it off immediately, which inevitably meant that your crush for him blossomed rather quickly. You remember it like it was yesterday. It was your first day on the job, and Kristen had delegated sorting to you. So, you were crouched behind the filing cabinets going through shelves of folders, when Ed walked into the Record’s Room. You didn’t see him right away. You could only hear was his chipper and smooth voice as he greeted Kristen.
“Though my beauty is becoming,” he said, his smile seeping into every word, “I can hurt you just the same; I come in many colors; I am what I am by any other name. What am I?”
Kristen groaned.
“Mr. Nygma, I’m really not in the mood for one of your little riddles.”
“Do you give up?” Ed had asked, not even caring about Kristen’s hostile tone.
You could hear her huff before she said, “Yeah, I give up.”
You didn’t even know him yet, but for some reason, the way Kristen was treating him was pissing you off. Maybe that’s what possessed you to answer his riddle when he began to give the answer.
“I’m a–”
“Rose,” you said as you stood up, revealing yourself.
His eyes snapped to you, and you took a sharp breath. He was cuter than he sounded. Tall with hair combed almost systematically and eyes the color of a warm cup of coffee. And when he directed his smile toward you, it felt like you were struck by lightning. He pulled a rose you didn’t see him holding from behind his back and handed it to you.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
You took the rose from him, your fingers just barely grazing his velvety skin. His eyes traveled over every inch of your face, from the arch of your brow to the curve of your lips.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he began, extending his hand to you. “I’m Ed Nygma.”
You placed your hand in his large palm and couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
The corners of his lips curled upward as he shook your hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N.”
He held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary before finally taking his exit. You were frozen in time as your body reacted to him even though he was no longer in the room. You could barely hear when Kristen began to whine about how Ed was the guy she told your best friend about who wouldn’t leave her alone. Her voice became a hum as you stared at the rose Ed gave you, and all you could think was that you were glad Kristen didn’t like him because you did. A lot.
That was six months ago. And ever since that first meeting, Ed would visit you every morning and give you a riddle. His daily ritual only furthered your feelings for him. As the months rolled on, you did your best to conceal your emotions, but it seemed that everyone knew of your ever-growing crush. Of course, that was everyone but Ed.
You sat up a little straighter in your chair as you waited for Ed to deliver his daily riddle.
“When you stop to look, you can always see me. But,” he said, sticking a finger in the air, “if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?”
You began nibbling on your lower lip as you tried to work through the riddle, whispering to yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed as you brought your hand to your chin.
“Do you give up?” He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
You waved your hands at him as you let out a string of “no’s,” but after a few more minutes of nothing, you finally let out a defeated huff.
“I give up. What is it?”
Ed’s grin grew, then he said, “The horizon.”
You threw your head back and groaned earning a laugh from Ed.
“I should’ve gotten that one!” You shouted. “That was a good riddle. Right, Lee?”
Lee hummed in response.
“Yeah, it was.”
Ed gave her a nod and said, “Good morning, Dr. Thompkins.”
“Ed,” Lee began with a gentle smile, “please just call me Lee.”
“Right. My apologies, Lee.”
He turned back to you, and your heart jumped in your chest. Even after all these months, you were still unable to figure out how he had such an effect on you. Ed just existing made you melt. You couldn’t help but think what would happen if he ever got his hands on you. Your bottom lip slid between your teeth at the thought.
“Well,” Ed said, pulling you back to reality, “I better head out. I’ll, um, I’ll see you later, Miss Y/L/N.”
You nodded and let out a weak “Okay,” before Ed turned and began walking toward the door. As he went to leave, you looked at Lee, who mouthed, “Say something,” to which you quickly shook your head. Lee rolled her eyes, and just before the door shut behind Ed, she called out to him. At first, the door remained shut, but when it slowly opened again, your heart sank. You tried to control the way your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you watched Lee, but you knew how you were feeling was written all over your face. Ed reentered the room and looked between the two of you.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked, his innocence doing something to your insides.
“No, of course not!” Lee said, moving toward him. “No, um, I was just thinking about our conversation we had a while back about cooking. Do you remember that?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you sent Lee a look, but she ignored you. Ed nodded.
“Y-yes, I do.”
Lee smiled, and to the normal eye, it may have looked endearing. But to you, a close friend, you knew she was scheming.
“I remember you mentioned how you loved to cook and would like to have a double date with Jim and me.”
Your spine straightened, and you began to stand from your chair.
“Lee…”
“I was just wondering if you were free tonight?” Lee asked, ignoring your protest.
Ed’s eyes flitted from Lee’s to yours and back. His cheeks began to redden as he dropped his head and absentmindedly fixed his glasses.
“Oh,” he began, “um, I-I am free, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold up my end of the whole double date thing. I, uh, I don’t have a date.”
Lee’s gaze snapped to yours briefly before saying, “Just bring Y/N!”
Your whole body was tense, and you clenched your fists at your side.
“Lee,” you said, but it was as if you weren’t even in the room.
“I’m sure she has no plans.”
“Lee!” You barked, finally gaining her attention.
You gave her a look, but when Ed turned to face you, you did your best to look as if you weren’t about to pass out or commit murder. He began to fidget with his glasses again and avoided your stare as he said, “I, uh, if you’re free, um, would you like to maybe join us for dinner, Miss Y/L/N?”
When his stare finally met yours, you could see the vulnerability deep in his eyes. You looked at Lee briefly before nodding.
“I’d love to, Ed,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips.
You could almost see the tension leave his body as he relaxed his shoulders.
“Fantastic. How does seven sound?”
Lee clapped a hand on Ed’s shoulder and said, “That sounds perfect. We’ll see you later.”
A grin spread across Ed’s face before he gave a curt nod and exited once more. And as soon as the door shut behind him, you turned to Lee, who looked smug.
“What the hell was that?” You asked, but Lee didn’t care. She just looked at you and crossed her arms.
“You’re welcome,” she said, causing your jaw to drop, but before you could argue, she held her hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear why you think what I did was wrong. Now, you better head to records before someone starts looking for you.”
You stood frozen with your mouth agape for another moment before finally letting out a groan and grabbing your bag from the floor.
“This isn’t over!” You shouted as you showed yourself out, and just as the door was shutting, you could hear Lee’s chuckle.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. No matter how hard you tried to focus on work, your mind was elsewhere. A thousand scenarios were running through your head. What if Ed called you and told you that he actually found a date and didn’t want you to show up? What if he didn’t call and you got to his place only to see some other woman? Your stomach rolled at the thought. Even though you were excited to finally have an unofficial date with Ed, you couldn’t help the way your heart was trying to run away from you.
By the time your shift ended, it felt like you had aged fifteen years. You had been stressing for eight hours, and the evening hadn’t even begun yet. Kristen had already left by the time you gathered your things and began to make your way to the exit. You were digging through your bag when you ran into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you saw Lee and Jim.
“Oh! I’m so glad I ran into you,” Lee said with that same sneaky smile from earlier.
The hairs on the back of your neck stuck up as you asked, “Why?”
Lee let out a sigh.
“We won’t be able to make it to dinner tonight.” She placed a hand on Jim’s back and gave a small pout. “Poor Jim here has come down with a stomach bug.”
You looked at Jim, who was avoiding your stare, and your eyes narrowed.
“He looks fine.”
Lee elbowed him in the side, and Jim slowly brought his closed fist up to his mouth before giving a cough. You furrowed your eyebrows and let out a dry laugh.
“Did you just fake cough?”
Jim shuffled his feet a bit then, in the most monotonous tone, said, “I have been instructed to get bed rest…doctor’s orders.”
Your eyes grew as you looked back at Lee.
“Is he being serious?”
Lee just gave a bashful grin and a shrug before turning to usher Jim out of the precinct.
“Hey!” You shouted after them, but they didn’t turn around, and soon you were standing alone in the bullpen.
“Son of a bitch,” you whispered through gritted teeth as you exited the building and made your way to your vehicle.
It was as if you were on autopilot as you drove home. And when you finally arrived at your apartment, you could barely focus on getting ready for the evening. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. You and Ed had never been alone together before. In fact, you never spent any time together outside of work. Here and there, you would talk on the phone, sometimes even late into the evening, but you had never been on a date. You weren’t sure what to expect, especially now that Lee and Jim wouldn’t be there as a buffer. But even though Lee had set you up and you were nervous, maybe even scared, you still drove to Ed’s apartment at seven. You hiked up the stairs until you were staring at his cold metal front door. Your hands were shaking, and you turned to look at the steps that would lead you right back to the comfort of your car. You could have easily just gone back home and blamed your absence on a headache or your nonexistent sick goldfish. But you didn’t. Instead, you raised your shaky hand and knocked on Ed’s door.
It took him a moment to get to the door, but when it slid open, and you saw him, your heart fluttered in your chest. His normally well-manicured hair was a little disheveled, only making him even more attractive. A bright smile split across his face.
“You came,” he said as he opened the door even further to allow you to enter.
You walked in and were immediately blanketed with a decadent smell emanating from the kitchen, and something that reminded you of clean linen. Your eyes shut for a minute as you took a deep breath. You only opened them again when you heard Ed shut the door and ask, “Do you know when Dr. Thompkins and Detective Gordon will be joining us?”
You let out a sigh and made a mental note to maim Lee when you saw her at work again.
“Um,” you cleared your throat and turned to face Ed,” they’re actually not coming.”
“Oh?”
With that simple sentence, you could see the anxiety seep into Ed’s demeanor.
“Yeah,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, “Jim wasn’t feeling well.”
It was quiet between the two of you for a moment as Ed stared and processed what you said. His stare was glued to the floor, and you were starting to think this was a bad idea until he lifted his chocolate brown eyes to meet yours and gave you his award-winning smile.
“Well, I guess it’ll just be the two of us then.”
Before you could say anything in return, he hustled past you and entered the kitchen, resuming his work on setting the plates.
“Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”
You took in the apartment as you leisurely made your way toward the table. It was rather small, but everything about it screamed “Ed.” His decor was modern and simple, and there wasn’t one thing out of place. From the books sitting on his bookshelf to the vinyl he had stacked next to his record player, everything had its own spot.
When you finally made it to the table, Ed had just placed two perfectly crafted plates of food down. He pulled your chair out for you, and when you were seated, he took his place across from you. The food looked just as good as it smelt. You honestly weren’t expecting anything special but were pleasantly surprised when you took your first bite. Several flavors danced on your tongue, and you had to hold back a moan.
“Ed,” you said a little too breathy, “this tastes amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
A pleased grin pulled at Ed’s lips, and he shrugged.
“Cooking is like a science, is it not?”
You gave a small chuckle before diving back into your plate. The rest of the meal went by in silence. You were too immersed in your food to even bother starting a conversation. But the way Ed’s foot tapped incessantly under the table did not go unnoticed. And when you both finished, Ed nearly jumped from his seat to gather all the dishes and begin cleaning. You followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel. Neither of you spoke as you worked. But you could see a slight shake in Ed’s typically steady hands as he washed the plates. You noticed how every few seconds, he pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose, despite them not needing to be adjusted. You saw how his shoulders were just slightly more tense than usual. How could you not notice? For six months, you had cataloged everything about Ed and stowed it away in your mind. You knew everything about him, even if you tried to deny it. And as badly as you wanted to convince yourself that the evening was going well, you knew that Ed had been acting different since you had arrived.
When the kitchen was cleaned, you hung the dish towel to dry and leaned against the counter opposite Ed. His eyes never met yours, but your gaze was trained on his fidgeting figure. His hair was even more tousled than before, showcasing the beginnings of a few curls. Your fingers itched to brush them back off his forehead, but you didn’t dare move. And you knew the easy thing to do would be to just grab your things and say goodnight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Instead, you took a deep breath and said, “Ed, is everything alright?”
His eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours, and his forehead creased at your question.
“W-what do you mean?”
You threw your hands in the air and let out a small grunt.
“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all night.”
You watched as Ed swallowed as you continued.
“Usually, things aren’t so…tense between us,” you said to your shoes. Then you raised your eyes to meet his again. “Did I do something wrong?”
Ed’s face immediately softened at your question, and he closed the distance between the two of you. He took your hands in his as he shook his head.
“No, no, you didn’t do anything. It’s, uh,” he dropped his hold on you and began to pace.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered more to himself than you.
You furrowed your brow at him and tried to place your hand on his arm, but he was moving too erratically for you to touch him.
“Do what?” You asked, causing him to stop in front of you.
Ed took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, focusing his stare on you.
“Miss Y/L/N.”
“Ed,” you said, “just call me Y/N.”
He shook his head and readjusted his glasses once more.
“Right. Y/N.”
He looked at you again.
“I, uh, for a long time, um, oh geez.”
You watched as his mouth opened and closed several times before he balled up his fists, pressed them to his eyes, and let out a high-pitched whine.
“Ed,” you began, taking a step closer to him, “are you o–”
Suddenly, Ed’s hands dropped, and his eyes pierced into yours.
“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express but the easiest to ignore.”
He took a deep breath and slowly inched toward you as he continued.
“I can be given to many or just one.”
His shaky and slender fingers traced down your arm sending shocks of electricity down your spine.
“What am I?” He asked, voice so low it was barely above a whisper.
Your mind was a muddle. There was no way you could think of an answer with his fingers brushing against yours and his heart clearly exposed. You shook your head, and Ed asked, “Do you give up?”
You gave a weak nod. Ed dropped your gaze for a brief moment before looking back at you and saying, “Love.”
Your stomach did a somersault at his answer, and your heart pounded against your chest. Ed laced his fingers together with yours.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the first time I met you.”
Every part of you was buzzing from his admission. You had been waiting months for him to show you any sign that he felt the same way you did. When he didn’t, you began to think your feelings were one-sided. But here he was, standing in the middle of his kitchen, holding your hand, professing his love for you. Your knees felt like they were about to give out, and all the oxygen escaped your lungs. When you didn’t say anything right away, Ed started fidgeting again. He released your hand and began tapping his glasses.
“Oh, great,” he said to the floor, “Now you’re uncomfortable, and I just ruined the only real friendship I have. Way to go, Ed. You–“
You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, you took his face between your hands and slammed your lips to his. He was stiff at first, but it only took a moment before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His large hands gripped the fabric against your back, and you didn’t waste any time letting your hands thread through his hair. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. The way Ed’s lips moved in sync with yours felt unhurried. The way the heat bubbling in your gut slowly seeped throughout the rest of your body felt like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after being out in a winter storm all day. It was everything you had imagined and more.
When you finally pulled back for air, you brought your eyes up to meet Ed’s and whispered, “I’m in love with you too, Ed.”
“Really?” He asked, incredulous.
You just nodded, earning a small laugh from Ed before he pressed his lips to yours again. The rest of the evening, you and Ed sat cuddled up on his couch, listening to his array of records while you made a mental note to not maim Lee but rather figure out how you could ever thank her for setting you and Ed up.
Part Two of This Request asking about the Gotham Villains as Parents! I love these types of requests honestly. I am absolutely feral for ideas like this.
Included in this ask are the other Legion of Horribles Members: Brigit Pike (Firefly), Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) Tetch is excluded because... well you’ve seen the show.
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🧊 Daddy/Uncle Fries
He always wanted kids with Nora so kids are something he’s comfortable with
Attentive, Doting out of all the Rouges he’s the most balanced.
Bed times, Proper meals (as well as one can in a frozen tundra home.)
Introduces them to Dad Rock
FEIRCELY PROTECTIVE OF HIS LITTLE POPSICLE. 🍧 🍧
If He babysits- it’s all junk food, sugar and movies they’re not allowed to watch
Chill Uncle 🧊 🧊
“Hey we got pizza and they chugged a two liter on the way here bye- “
If the kid can’t turn to their actual parent, he’s always there.
Like Jonathon he’s always down to play whatever games the kid wants
Rad Heeler vibes
Spoils them secretly like Bridget
“I saw this thing I thought they’d like, or this reminded me of them…it’s no big deal …
🎩 Tetch is EXCLUDED.
He gives least favorite family member vibes
Creepy uncle you try to avoid
😱 Brotherly Jonathan Crane
Big Bro Scarecrow
Immediately feels protective upon meeting them
Man of few words but will always play with the kid if asked
In and out of scarecrow attire… just plops down for a tea party or action figures
Teaches them to draw and colors with them ✏️ ✏️
Reliable Baby sitter tho (the kids LOVE him)
Will have all their preferences in a book or committed to memory
Watches over them while they sleep yandere…just a little
“You’ll never need to fear again.”
Honestly, it’s a super cute sibling relationship
🧨 Auntie/ Older Sister Firefly/ Bridgit Pike
Tbh I don’t see her as a “mom” role
Cool Aunt Vibes/ Older Sister
Auntie Bridget ✌️
Acts like she doesn’t care about them
She does.
ESPECIALLY if the kid was pulled in off the street/ Narrows
teach the kid how to use flame throwers “For Self-defense only.” JK
Will steal them from school / sports / any event… any excuse to hang out
Matching outfits
Ice-cream and Arson 🍦 🔥
If the kid has relationship problems they go to Bridgit
“Cool, where do they live? we’ll set their car on fire.”
