#jim: 002

[zsaszs1]

“Who hurt you?” // @jim-gcrdon​

Victor looked at Jim, wondering why the man suddenly cared. Every advance he’d made to be his friend, Jim had rejected. The only thing he accepted was the food. “You asking as my roomie or as a cop?” he questioned. “I quit working for Roman. He started to cut my face off then let me go.” He gestured to the wound on the side of his face. “Some bonds can’t be broken.” Shrugging his shoulders, he reached for the towel on the table, pressing it against his face. “A scar I didn’t give myself.” A laugh followed his words, and he locked eyes with Jim. “I work on my own terms now. I won’t go after your wife.”

[flyingboywonder]

meme starter // @jim-gcrdon​

“You should’ve sat out of that fight, I had it handled,” Dick said, dabbing Jim’s wound with peroxide soaked gauze. Growing up, he’d been taught how to patch himself up by Alfred and Bruce. He handed Jim the bottle of whisky on the table, then gave him a look. “Just... Trust me.” After grabbing the medical kit, he took out the needle and thread. Noticing the look on the other man’s face, Dick chuckled. “Don’t be a baby. I know what I’m doing.” Being as gentle as possible, he pulled the wound together and began to stitch it up. “You’ll look as good as new in a couple of minutes.”

[dcvegranger]

fall starters // our muses dance together at a halloween party // @ofgcpd​

Dawn smiled when Jim asked her to dance, nodding her head as she took his hand. She let him lead them onto the dancefloor, taking a sip of her drink. “I like your costume,” she said, leaning in so that he could hear her over the music. “You got a Watson?” she asked, with a grin. As they danced, she looked around the room. She could see her friends, dancing, drinking, and having fun. This party was really lifting her spirits. “So, Sherlock, are you here to keep an eye on trouble, or to relax?” Dawn knew how hard he worked back in Gotham -- he never wanted to give up or take time for himself. She placed her hands on his hips and moved them from side to side. “Loosen up, Gordon. Or do you need another whisky for that?” she teased.