I love whenever Jim Gordon is like a noir cop: he's smoking his cigarette, he's drinking a glass of bourbon, he's cheating on his wife, and then here comes batman ruining everything and now he's in a cape comic
tim: sweet dog you got there.
gordon: yes, this is our new drug-sniffing dog.
tim: still training huh?
gordon: red robin.. what do you mean?
tim: ...
tim: nevermind...
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
Summary: Being born with psychic powers isn't exactly easy. Living in Gotham with psychic powers? Even harder. Trying to hide your psychic powers from the world's greatest detective? Impossible. Or is it? It's not like he remembers you exist anyways.
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Language, Implications of Yandere Behavior
A/N: Started watching Gotham. Ben McKenzie is so hot. Need that middle age man expeditiously. Anyway! 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!
It’s almost funny how quickly things can progress into chaos. Luckily for you, it hasn’t quite reached that point yet. Alfred had recently given you a watch. He said it was his. He said it would keep you safe. There are faint traces of blood on it, so you’re able to figure out pretty quickly what he means. You’ve been wearing it since then. Surprisingly, it’s actually pretty reassuring to have on. You had to get it refitted, but it’s nice to know that Alfred also notices the shift in the air. “So you’re sayin’ that they’re crooked?”
You didn’t have many people that you considered real friends, Pierce is an outlier. They gave you space when you needed it and made sure that the press left you alone for the most part. “I’m not saying that they’re crooked, I’m saying that they’re dangerous. If I go missing, it’s not of my own accord.” Pierce is a fledgling reporter who is well known for their honest coverage. The two of you had met in middle school. Pierce was two grades above you at the time.
Now they’re twenty years old with an apartment in Newtown. “That’s pretty much the same thing. Y’know that, right? I take it that you want me to make a notarized timeline of this in case something happens?” You give them a nod and they let out a sigh in return. “And I’m guessing you have some evidence using that thoughtography trick o’ yours?” Oh, yeah, and they know about your powers. They’re a damn good reporter and an even better investigator. You hand over some photographs. Pierce photocopies them and puts the physical copies in a folder. “Digitizing these just in case. If you disappear for more than ten days I’ll let the public know, and I’ll reveal those secret little identities of theirs. I’m sure the public would love to know what billionaires get up to in their spare time.” As you said, they’re a damn good reporter.
“Thank you, Pierce…You know this is gonna put you in danger, right?” You don’t worry about people too often, but, again, Pierce is an outlier.
They huff in amusement. “(Name), I got the mob, the police, and the people of Gotham in my back pocket.” It was true. Pierce had a knack for befriending people of all sorts. They had contacts all across the country. If something happens to them, there would be public outcry. Your friend had reported on things that even the most seasoned reporters wouldn’t touch with a fifty foot pole. Pierce had enough blackmail material to level the entire city if they wanted to. Although, they never actually cared to do so. Pierce didn’t care about power, or money, or influence. No, they’re more interested in knowledge. That’s besides the point. If Pierce is able to keep themself safe, that’s all that matters. The two of you say your goodbyes and you go back to the manor.
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Pierson Reed. Better known as Pierce. Modern day muckraker. Friend of (name) (last name). They aren’t the biggest fan of the GCPD, but here they are, helping Commissioner Gordon out with a case. “So, Jimothy.” The young adult was sitting on top of the commissioner’s desk. They hand him a manilla folder “I got you your evidence and already started writing the news report for public consumption.”
“Jimothy? Really? You’re exactly like your father.” Jim looks through the folder. “How’d you even get all of this, Pierce?” He looks at them with suspicion.
“None of the evidence can be disputed against in a court of law. All evidence was obtained legally on public property. Although, everything is legal in New Jersey.” Gordon sends them another look. “Nevermind. I need you to do something for me. Consider it as me cashing in a favor.”
This catches the commissioners attention. It was rare for Gotham’s resident ruckmaker to cash in favors. A lot of people in Gotham owed Pierson a favor or two here and there, but Pierce typically saved them for a rainy day. “Sure kid, whaddya need?”
Pierce leans in close. So close in fact, that Gordon could practically taste the mint flavored gum in their mouth. They hand him a hard drive. “If I ever, and I mean ever, go missing, I need you to send this file to the gazette.” Their voice is more serious than the commissioner has ever heard in his entire time of knowing them. He doesn’t hesitate to agree.
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Alfred was worried about (name). Some of the family had been more obsessive recently. The family was already obsessive, but this was a whole new ballpark. It was making (name) anxious, and considering their gifts that was pretty hard to do. “I thought I told you to stop calling them that.” He didn’t particularly enjoy when (name) spoke to him when they weren’t in the room. “Shit, sorry Alfred.” They appear right next to him.
Anyway, as he was saying. Alfred was worried about them. “Do you want anything to eat, (name)?” He already knows what they want, but he asks just in case.
“The usual, please.” He nods and gets to work. “You don’t need to worry about me, you know. I thought you wanted the family to pay more attention to me?” (Name) sits down at the counter and lays their head on the marble top.
Alfred can’t help but pat their head. “I did, Mx. (name), but not like this.” He ignores the look that (name) gives him. “I know you can take care of yourself if need be, however, I would prefer not to have to resort to breaking you out of any cages in the near future.”
They snort. “So they plan on locking me up?”
“No. Although, Master Dick does seem the type.” He gives (name) their dessert as they think over something. “A penny for your thoughts?”
“It’ll cost you a nickel. Inflation and all that.” They eat their dessert. “You’ll help me if something happens, right?” Alfred doesn’t even have to reply to their question, (name) already knew the answer. (Alfred would do anything to keep them safe.)
