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‘What did you just say?
You filled your longues to say the words once more, sealing your fate as you did. ‘I confess to the murder of Theo Galavan.’
The cop leaned back in his chair, eyeing you sceptically. You waited.
‘Alright, you come with me.’ You followed him in silence across the police station, were praying eyes glanced and glared as you walk past their desks. You were no stranger here.
‘Gordon’ he called, and Jim nodded at him in greeting. A frown rose on the blond’s face as he noticed you.
‘What’s she doing here?’ he asked, face turned to the cop but his eyes on you.
‘Says she’s confessing to the murder of Galavan.’
Startled he rose his voice, ‘But that can’t-’
Remembering himself, he bit down the rest and cleared his throat. ’Alright Phillip, good work.’ the cop nodded and went back to his desk.
Jim eyed you up for a moment. ‘Y/L/N.’
‘James.’
You stared at each other. There was a dislike you bore for James Gordon that seemed to be returned. There seemed no remorse to be found of the face of the man who’s face you really saved, only regret perhaps that it had to be you. Or not him.
He let out a regretful sigh, turning around to lead you to a cell, which he presented with a small movement of his arm. It was a moment where you halted. You baled and loosened you hands. Then you walked inside, surrounding yourself with the steel of the cel.
As Jim turned to discuss with his collegues, you took place on the single bench available in your little cage. The material was very cold on touch.
Once inside it was harder to keep face somehow, the idea that you were unable to leave was circling through your head.
‘...Y/N?’
Looking along the number of empty cells, you caught the shocked face of Oswald Cobblepot staring at you. He was still dressed in the dirty clothes he was found in, his face pale of the lack of sleep and comfort and the current shock. You gave him a tight smile
‘Hey Oswald.’
He looked up as the door of his cell screeched open. Jim stared down at Oswald for a moment, who struggled to find a pose for himself. ‘Get out Oswald, you’re free to go.’
‘I-I-I am afraid I don’t follow-’ he stammered slightly bewildered, walking out of the cell in confusion, the lack of sleep clearly taking a toll on him. His eyes flew to you again as you smiled somewhat apologetic behind the bars. That’s when it connected. ‘Oh no,’ he gasped, ‘that is not-’
‘She has confessed to the murder of Theo Galavan,’ Jim grumbled, ‘congratulations Cobblepot, you’re a free man now.’
‘No…’ still shocked, Oswald couldn’t get rid of his stammers. ‘I-I… I confess to the murder of Theo Galavan!’ He rasped passionatly, his light eyes boring into your apologetic ones.
Jim shook his head ‘That’s not how it goes, Oswald. She confessed first, your confession will be seen as protection and therefore untrue, now get out of the station.’
He stumbled forward to your cell, his hands gripping around the cold bars. ‘Y/N…’
You tried to hold on to that smile as you saw him standing so broken before you. He needed his rest back.
‘I promise, Y/N, I’m going to get you out of this alright?’ he nodded with strenght as he spoke the words, tears filling his eyes. ‘I will get you out of here.’
That’s were your expression softened, smiling truthful at him ‘I know.’
He kept looking at you intensly, almost fear you would turn into dust if he wouldn’t.
‘I’ll be fine.’ you breathed. ‘Conquer the world while I’m away, would you?’ Your voice was playful, but he knew what you meant. His voice cracky as he answered, but the honesty was there. ‘I will.’
You kept looking at each other until two cops tore Oswald away from your cell. ‘I’m coming to get you!’ he yelled raspy, let away by the cops.
Once out of sight, you closed your eyes and wiped unwelcoming tears away.
As Oswald passed by Jim Gordon, his eyes shone a deadly glare. ‘This is your fault.’ he growled as he struggled with the grip around his arms.
Jim’s eyes were empty as he stared back at him. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘No…’
The cops pushed Oswald to move again, and he struggled as he yelled at Jim’s leaving back.
‘I was going to confess for you!’ he screamed, high pitched and raw by emotion. ‘Did you hear me? I would have confessed for you!’
Back outside he roughly wiped the tears from his face, his eyes flaming with hate. He wasn’t going to let this slide, never. He would stand up and show them who is the king of Gotham. They would all pay for what they had done today. He closed his eyes and saw the forced smile on your face again. Yes, they would pay...