Headcanons for being Harvey Dent’s daughter and dating Roy:
Request by: @bitweird1
A/N: Firstly, sorry for taking two weeks to do this and secondly, hope it’s what you wanted. It was a nice challange to write about a character I personally hadn’t noticed before and there wasn’t a lot about in the show :)
Warnings: None
Words: 170
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You two first met when Roy had gotten in trouble and your father made him a deal to change his ways
He had actually started going to school again and that’s where you two got close and eventually started dating
Roy is kinda scared of your dad at first because he thinks he isn’t good enough and is scared he’ll break his promise
But you always reassure him that he is doing good and you help him with being better
When he officially meets Harvey as your boyfriend he is very scared and Harvey does the typical dad-speech but inside he knows it’s a good thing and since you are happy, he’s happy
Roy takes you out on dates from time to time where he shows you different spots in Gotham where he used to hang out
He also takes you to his “special spot” which is just a small rooftop where you two watch the night sky together
Request: Maybe one for Roy (from Gotham) where the reader goes to a private school, and roy likes the reader but he thinks she's too good for him so roy goes to Harvey dent, the readers father, for advice and even though Harvey is kinda weary of him because he considers him a delinquent he still helps him, and roy goes and asks the reader out? @bitweird1
Fandom: Gotham, Roy x fem!reader
Warnings: None
A/N: He’s seen for like 20 seconds but hey, as long as he talks or moves, I’m good to go. He hasn’t any gifs tho so have a random gif of some city and imagine it’s Gotham :D
Word count: 658
UPDATE 11TH OF OCTOBER 2020: I’M NOT WRITING FOR ROY ROMANTICALLY ANYMORE AS I FOUND OUT THE ACTOR HAS BEEN 14-15 WHEN FILMING!! I previously thought he was 17-18.
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“Uhm, Mr. Dent?” Roy called to the attorney, as he slowly approached him with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t like to ask your father for advice, but… he didn’t know who else he should ask from. You were Harvey’s daughter, after all, and he knew all about you - or, well, more than Roy knew.
“What is it, Roy? Have you been good since we last met?” Harvey grinned at the teenager and Roy nodded carefully. The life of a street kid wasn’t easy, and Roy had to hold all of his might back so he wouldn’t go around stealing things again so he could get along better. He had met you at the library shortly after his last encounter with Harvey. You had been so kind at him, you had stood up against anyone who tried to pick on him. And eventually you had befriended him and now he found himself dreaming about you daily. But you were way too good for him, it felt like he was trash and you were among angels, even when you treated him like your equal - like you should treat people. But even when he believed he wasn’t good enough for you, he had to do… something about it. It wasn’t fair that you were completely oblivious about his feelings towards you, just because he was too coward on confessing.
“I… has Y/N talked about me?” Roy muttered and Harvey stopped flipping his coin for a moment to study Roy’s face. “I-I mean that… ugh, screw it. I like your daughter, mr. Dent.” he blurted out and risked a glance on Harvey’s face. His expression went from confused to a slight shock, before he suspiciously narrowed his eyes.
“What do you mean you like Y/N?” his voice came out to be a little too harsh and Roy flinched. He knew some fathers were overprotective and he wished from all his heart that Harvey wouldn’t tell Roy to stay away from Y/N. Roy was crazy about you and he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I know I’m just a street rat and Y/N-”
“Is the daughter of a District Attorney. I don’t know if I should trust you with her… if you sink again to your bad habits, Y/N might get dragged there too - and then mine and her reputation is ruined.” he sighed, put his coin away and pinched his nose bridge. Roy lowered his gaze in defeat, feeling it all around him - Harvey would never accept him being with you.
“I know. But… I promise to try to forget about Y/N. I’m sorry I bothered you with this.” Roy muttered and turned to leave, but stopped when he felt Harvey’s hand on his shoulder.
“I didn’t say you should forget about her. I just… I must admit I had hoped you wouldn’t like her back.”
“Like her back?”
“Yep. Guess who has had to listen to Y/N’s constant babbling about someone who stands in front of me?” Harvey half-smiled and patted Roy on his shoulder, as Roy’s eyes lit up.
“So you mean…?”
“Yeah, “street rat”, I’ll give you my blessing. Just… don’t drag Y/N with you to your bad habits if you’re about to go there again. And if you ever need assistance with staying away from those things, come to me. Please.”
Roy eagerly nodded, took out his phone and messaged you on WhatsApp.
“Hey, wanna meet at Jay’s today? They make the best pizza.”
“Oh hey Roy, sure thing! Meet you there at six?” your response came almost immediately and after a moment another message came up from you. “Sooo… is this a date?”
Roy grinned at your message and quickly typed an answer.
“If you want to call it that.”
Harvey looked at Roy messaging you and though he was still suspicious, he had a strange feeling in his gut that Roy would be good for you. He just knew it.
“Roy, you really shouldn’t.” You say as you sit down at the lunch table. He laughs and shakes his head.
“Y/n.” He sits down next you, “you just… you don’t understand.” You raise an eyebrow at him,
“I un-” you start, but can’t finish because you begin coughing a bit violently. Roy looks at you then grabs his water bottle and gives it to you. You immediately begin drinking it, allowing you to stop coughing. After a pause you both begin laughing, “see that?” You nudge him, “if you weren’t here I could’ve died.” He shakes his head laughing,
“You’re not gonna die from coughing.” He says, as he begins eating,
“You don’t know that.” You say and he gives you a deadpan look, “I’m just saying. If a=b and b=c then a=c.” He looks at you almost spitting out his food. He swallows and looks at you,
“What does math have to do with anything?” He asks and you shrug your shoulders,
“I don’t know, I just said whatever came to mind first.”
“And that was math?” He asks and you playfully shove him.
“Shush.” You say and continue eating.
“Shut up!” You say as you push him. He smirks,
“Is there any other reason you invited me over your house to ‘study’?” He asks
“Yeah!” You say as you point to your chemistry book, “to actually study.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we’re lab partners. We have to present. So yes, I invited you over to STUDY.” You say rolling your eyes. He smirks and scoots closer to you,
“Are you sure it’s not because you like me?” He says as he leans in closer,
“Roy-”
“Get out.” A familiar voice says, cutting you completely off. You both look towards the dining room entrance to see your dad. There he stood, tall, proud, and mad as hell. You look at him, then back at Roy wide-eyed. The position you guys were just in did look a little iffy.
“Dad…” You say as you get up and go to him to try to persuade him to let Roy stay. He stops you, eyeing Roy the entire time,
“It’s okay.” Roy says, as he begins to pack his backpack, “I’ll leave.” He goes to hug you, but the look from your dad suggests otherwise. So he stops and hands you the assignment, “Besides, I’m sure we’d get it done faster if we both did our own individual parts well…” he looks at you then your dad then back at you, “Individually. Excuse me.” He squeezes past your dad and out the door. You sigh,
“Who was that?” He asks, and you sit down, knowing exactly how this was gonna play out,
“Roy.”
“And what exactly was he doing here?”
“Studying for the test and our presentation.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Well that didn’t look like studying to me.”
“That’s because you walked in at the wrong time.”
“And i’m glad I did. Cause who knows where that would’ve gone.”
“It wouldn’t have gone anywhere Dad. Roy’s not like that.”
“Do you know how many cases I have to go through for teen pregnancies a month?” He asks, and you groan,
“Roy’s not like that Dad!” You say as you stand up, “He only came over so that we could work on the presentation together.”
“You don’t know that.” He says, “I was in high school once, I know what goes on in a hormonal teenage boy’s mind.”
“Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. Roy’s not like you.” You say grab your stuff, “Excuse me, I have an assignment to do by myself, considering the only person who could help has left.” You leave to go to your room.
“Why weren’t you at school yesterday?” You say and he shows you his bag,
“Don’t open it.” you say as you cover your eyes, “I already think I know what’s in there, and I can’t even be remotely involved.”
“Your lost.” he says as he closes his locker.
“You already know who, what, and how my dad is.” You say punching him in the arm and he rubs it.
“Geez, that’s hurts.” He says as he shakes his arm,
“Again. My dad is Harvey Dent. THE HARVEY DENT.” you say as you close your locker. You look him in the eye, “Never expect anything less.”
“Okay Dent jr.” he says, bumping into you as you both begin laughing.
“You need to stop skipping school.” You whisper, slightly irritated. He fixes his backpack under the table, and sighs,
“I had a lot of late night runs.” He whispers back and you shake your head,
“This is bad for your school career. I mean-”
“Y/n, Roy.” The teacher calls, interrupting you, “Would you mind sharing with the class what you were discussing?” You both turn to see eyes from the entire classroom on you. Roy looks at you, that same pleading look in his eye from when he’d skip for the first time and you had to help him out of the pickle.
“Oh sorry Mr. Roup.” You say as you give Roy the ‘I got this look’. “We were just arguing about the newest name for some of the new man made metals on the periodic table. And what class they should be assigned to. Considering that though, they align with alkaline metals, I believe they sort of take on this ionic form similar to the earth metals. Yet for some reason, neither of us could differ which period they would form for their reactivity.” Mr. Roup looks at you both, eyeing you down, and nods,
“Very well then.” He goes to write on the board but turns around, “Just try not to interrupt class next time.” You nod meekly and wait for class to get started with whatever they had been discussing previously.
“You’re lucky this time.” You say as you start putting up your textbook, “Next time don’t expect as much.” Roy nods slowly and put his head on the desk. He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes,
“I love you.” He says in a child like voice. He smiles, and you can’t help but laugh a little, but soon your little laughter turns into another full blown coughing fit. Every eye of the class in on you two yet again, as Roy searches his bag for his usual water bottle he kept just for you. Yet, today it had been missing, and he began to grow worried,
“Does anybody have water?” He shouts, and everyone begins searching. Yet there efforts were growing in vain as you began to start choking. Somebody tosses Roy an unopened plastic water bottle and he opens it and tries to get it to you. But by the time he had unscrewed the cap, your air supply had left you, and you lost consciousness and fell onto the floor.
You awoke in the school’s infirmary, your Dad at your side.
“Hey.” You say weakly. He looks at you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, “how long was I asleep?” You look at him then look around the room, “Where’s Roy?” Your Dad sighs and shakes his head,
“He isn’t here.” He says, a disdainful look in his eye, “He never showed his face in here.” He sits upright, “Why do you care? It’s obvious he doesn’t care for you.” He walks over to the nurse and they talk about something for a while, both of them occasionally throwing glances your way. You look out the door’s window, watching the traffic of students, rushing past. You sigh, envying them. How you wished this wasn’t your life. You go to look away, but a certain dirty blond, freckled face kid catches your eye.
‘Roy.’ You mouth his name not wanting to grab your father’s attention. And as fate would have it he turned in your direction. He pretends to laugh at you and you roll your eyes, glad to know he was okay. He then took on a serious stance,
‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded,
‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ You ask, and he facepalms.
‘Gotta go.’ he mouth as he forms a heart with his hands, and does this weird look that you think was supposed to resemble Flynn Rider’s smoulder. You laugh and wave as he walks off. You turn your attention back to your Dad and the nurse, as they soon finish their conversation. He looks back down at you, and his once glare, softens, a sadness seeming to hide behind his eyes,
“How about we go out.”
“What?” You ask unsure of what he meant,
“Let’s go somewhere.” he says smiling that giddly smile you know and love, “Anywhere you want. Anywhere at all.”
“Let’s go to Disneyland.” You say with that same giddy smile. He looks away then back at you,
“Ok. Anywhere you want besides Disneyland and Disneyworld.” He says again and both of you laugh.
“You looked at the clock, then to your paper. You were so bored, but all you had to do was get through this one day and you'd be fine. You wrote down the notes he told the class to take but you continue to sneak glances at your phone. Yet there was still no text from Roy. You sigh as the teacher pulls down the projector screen. You raise your hand,
“Yes Ms. Dent?” He asks, and all eyes look your way. All of them watched your every movement, as if you were gonna collapse any moment,
“Ummm,” You say almost forgetting why you’d raised your hand in the first place, “Oh, my partner's not here.” His eyes shift left,
“So it would seem.” He says thinking, “Well I guess you might just have to present by yourself…” he looks back to you, “Do you think you can handle that?” You sigh inwardly,
“Yeah. Um sure.” You say as you pull out your notes make your way towards the projector. You hear someone snicker as you walk by, and suddenly you trip.
“Someone up there must love you, because they’re giving you a second chance.” He says as he shows him the quarter, which showed heads, “Now go back to school, and stop getting yourself in trouble.” Roy nods and runs off quickly. After making it a considerable distance away, he sighs. He doesn’t know what to do. He pulls out his phone and dials your number,
“Y/n will know what to do. She always knows what to do.” He says as his phone rings, “She’ll probably just tell me to go back to school like her Dad did.” He hangs up and starts walking home solemnly.
“Here.” Roy answers, and the teacher, along with most students, look up shocked.
“My my my…” She says as she looke Roy up nd down, “Look who finally decided to show up.” Everyone snickers, “It’s a little late though, we’re nearing the end of the trimester, so you’ve pretty much already failed.” She looks back at the computer and continue calling role. She finishes, and starts the lesson. Roy, for what seems like the first time in forever, actually pays attention and begins taking notes. The classes go by fast, and soon the lunch bell rings. He shoots up in excitement and immediately goes to his locker and waits. And he continues to wait, yet you never show. He of course assumed it was payback for him being gone for so long. So he goes to sit at you guy’s table. The bell rings and he goes back to class. The days continue like that all week, and he grows concerned. He hadn’t seen you all week, something had to be wrong. After school lets out he runs the entire way to your house. The door whips open after his continuous banging.
“What do you want boy?” Harvey asks, upon seeing who it was who had given him a headache.
“Where is she?” He asks, almost out of breath, “Where’s Y/n? I haven’t seen her all week. Is she home? I’d she transfer schools or something? Is she-”
“She’s alright.” He says interrupting. His posture softens at Roy, seeing how worried he’d been over her, “She’s in the hospital. Room 293.” Roy looks at him, and Harvey nods, “go.”
“Thank-you Mr.Dent.” He says as he runs off.
“Y/n!” Roy cries. He looks at your still figure. He gathers his breath and slowly goes to your side, “I’m sorry.” He kneels down next you, “I shouldn’t have left you.” He grabs your hand, “I won’t this time. I promise. I’ll always be here for you.” He looks up at you, “I’ll wait for you as long as needed, because I love you.” Tears slowly begin falling from his face as he grips your hand tighter, “So I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.” He stands back up, “I love you, so I’ll wait for you.” The machine beeps showing a slight increase in brain activity. He smiles softly, as he wipes his tear stained face. He kisses your forehead. He sneaks one last glance at you before he leaves the room. “I’ll wait for you y/n.” He says softly to himself as he begins to leave the coma ward.
