#daddy jim

Giving this a shot, sorry if it's not how this is supposed to go, I don't do imagines very often.

TW: Daddy Moriarty, ehhh none?

Gif Credit: Unknown.

I have a new Gotham fic that I posted on AO3 at almost 4 am this morning and it already seems to be getting quite a bit of positive attraction so I’ll give you all a link to find it.

Alfred and Jim are powerful mobsters who find a Bat thief in their study and decide that he would be a much better Puppy.

“Jim, you sure you don’t want to reschedule? I wouldn’t be disappointed. You and my dad should do, like, married couple things on Valentine’s Day.”

“Jo Jo! Our Valentine’s extravaganza is tradition and we do not eschew tradition in this family.”

Jim could almost hear his daughter’s eye-roll.

“Kay. Um, is it okay if I bring someone?”

“A friend shaped someone or a date shaped someone?”

“To be decided.” Jo muttered.

“Ooh, is this your meet the parents moment? Do I need to prepare scary dad lectures. Or maybe I should leave that to Bones. He can be kinda intimidating.”

“No, oh no. Jim, you can’t tell dad that this is potentially date-like.”

“Why not?”

“Are you serious? Because I’m worried he’d get all weird or have like a coronary or something. He still thinks I’m a kid.”

“Hate to tell you, princess, you are a kid.”

“I’m not a princess. I’m just a girl who wants to bring her sorta boyfriend to meet her dads.”

Jim went quiet for a second as the warmth of that, as it always did, filled him. He was someone’s dad. Damn proud of that fact.

“Okay. I won’t tell Bones. But comm me his name. I need to run a few background checks.”

“Jim!” She groaned and hung up and Jim tried to wipe the stupid grin off his face as he headed to the kitchen where his husband was making baked ziti.

***

Jo didn’t comm him the name nor give any indication about who this sorta boyfriend was but Jim did his best to pepper suggestions about Jo meeting someone and being happy making new friends, yada yada yada so that this new person showing up on their doorstep wasn’t going to send Bones over the edge.

When the doorbell rang, Bones set down the dishtowel he was using to dry some dishes and went to the door, Jim following anxiously behind and wondering if Bones would think he was nuts if he body checked him and answered first.

“Hi, daddy!” Joanna stepped over the threshold and hugged her dad. Jim peered around them to see a light blonde haired freckled kid who looked to be in his late twenties to Jo’s early twenties.

When the boy saw him, he paled, which considering how pale he was, made him look like a ghost.

“JT.” He breathed, and then fell sideways, as if nothing could hold him up anymore.

“Kev? What’s wrong?” Jo shifted so that she could hold on to him, eyes frantically searching his face.

Jesus Christ. This was little Kevin Riley. Practically a baby on Tarsus, Jim had spent most of his time on the colony with the squirt’s arms around his neck. Kevin’s parents had died on Tarsus and had been next door neighbor’s to his aunt and uncle’s. He was babysitting a bunch of kids–the only thing he felt like doing so far from home–when Kodos had sent out his proclamation.

“Kevin Riley?”

And then like Jo had with Bones, Kevin launched himself at Jim with the same spider-monkey limbs that Jim remembered from when he was a kid.

“Oh my god, JT. I thought–I didn’t know if you were still…”

The last time Jim had seen Kevin was when Kevin had to be ripped away from him as Starfleet medical and emergency personnel worked on him. He’d passed out after fighting one dude who was trying to sedate and intubate him at the same time, scrambling for Kevin with the last strength he had left–it wasn’t much.

Jim hadn’t been able to find much out about the kids he’d been with on Tarsus. The nurses and caseworkers assigned to him had thought that he’d been through enough and only gave him the necessary updates on the six kids he’s been with–he saved, they said.

They made their way inside, Kevin wiping his eyes and apologizing for blubbering over Jim. Bones brought them glasses of water and they settled into the living room, Jim following Bones into the kitchen to give Jo and Kevin a moment.

Jim pressed his forehead against Bones; chest, as the other man held him.

“What do you need?” Bones said softly.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t expect him.” Jim felt Bones kiss the top of his head and then he pulled away, looking back toward the living room where his daughter was ready to introduce Kevin Riley to them.

“Should we be worried?” Jim kneaded his palms into his eyes. “I know how fucked up I am because of Tarsus. And how easily I could have fucked up this” He gestured between the both of them. “I mean, you’ve put up from so much for me and I’m so grateful even though I barely feel like I deserve you and Jo most days.” 

“Hey,” Bones reached out and lifted Jim’s chin so that their eyes could meet. “Besides the fact that you’re an idiot for ever thinking that–I want you to know that you deserve everything. Tarsus was and will never be your fault. What happened there and how you reacted was all a part of your survival and you should never be ashamed of that. I love you. I will always love you no matter what, you hear?”

Jim nodded, feeling a wave of warmth spread from the tips of his fingers to his ears. “Thank you.” He said, around a lump in his throat. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, finally. “I’m sure he’s a good kid. I just want to make sure Jo finds someone who will treat her right.”

“Of course.” Bones said with a soft smile. It was the same smirk he got whenever Jim talked about Jo as his daughter, like he was still in awe at the thought of it, just as Jim was. 

“Let’s go give him a chance.” Jim said. He grabbed a platter of hors d’oeuvres that Bones had prepared. Jim had plans for Riley. He knew how much it helped to have people in his corner and if Kevin was okay with it, he would have Jim along with Jo and Bones. 

“Let’s get this Valentine’s Day extravaganza on the road!” Jim said, smiling widely as he entered the living room to see Jo and Kevin stuffed together on the couch, arms entwined, foreheads touching. 

Jo gave him a grateful smile but didn’t jump away when Bones entered with another platter. 

“So, Kevin, what’re your intentions for my daughter?” Bones asked and Jo groaned and Jim laughed and Kevin’s pale freckled cheeks grew pink. 

Their father's plan had finally worked. He had gotten Abby to break up with Sebastian.

Over the last few years Jim had kept his eyes on Sebastian. He had fallen into line. He had become like the others ready to take on a job with a Moriarty. Jim was supposed to get his older brother.

Jim had watched Astrid just for a half an hour while the professor was at an appointment. He had gotten her a DNA test.

He got the results and smirked. There it was the perfect black mail. He had Sebastian hooked now. All had to do was pull him in.

Jim wanted him he would leave Sebastian with no choice but to do as he said. This was a psychopath's logic. Jim didn't think Sebastian could ever love him. He tucked the envelope into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

He got ready texting him.

[text to @bestdamnshot ]

Meet me at the new restaurant Seb. I have a deal to discuss with you.

- Shouts “DADDY’S HOME!” *every* time he comes in. Even if he’s only been out for two minutes to get the mail.

- ALL the fairy tales. Grimm version obviously, not the sanitized Disney versions. Jim’s kids grow up knowing that the world is a dark, cruel place. They ALSO know that Daddy is the biggest, baddest wolf out there who’s got their back through anything.

- Jim is amazingly good with babies. He can tell what a crying baby wants in .35 seconds. He does the fastest diaper change in the West. At least once he interrupts a phone conversation with “Whoops! Some~one made a stinky~” and the person on the other end spends four months convinced they are about to be assassinated.

- Unironically sings theme songs from children’s shows.

- Head of the PTA. (I’ll just let you sit with that for a while.)

- ‘Take your kid to work’ day is ... interesting. The sprog accidentally hacks into the Pentagon, and the whole family has to hastily pick up and move before the CIA comes busting through their windows. Jim has never been more proud.

It was the morning after a long night for Jim. He had come home by the break of dawn and was now sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper with a distant look on his face. It was one of his habits -always getting into the interesting parts to know what was going on in the world.

You had no idea where this traditions of his had come from but you knew that the paper had to lie on the table or else someone would get mad.

It was very interesting to watch Jim’s face expressions change as he proceeded studying his morning lecture. Sipping coffee you smiled and observed how your boyfriend’s eyes followed the text and how his eyebrows rose as he came across something unbelievable and how the corners of his mouth twitched when he was amused.

Holding on to the paper with his right hand he reached out for the table in front of him still staring at the newspaper and murmuring something about “coffee”. Jim repeated himself after you didn’t react:

“Coffee!”, he clenched and opened the fist of his left hand twice to let you know that he demanded the hot beverage right now.

Even though his cup was standing a few inches away from him he was too caught up in reading to grab it himself.

You sighed, took the cup by its handle and passed it over.

“Here you go, daddy.” Immediately Jim looked up and saw your grinning face. Not being able to read his face you assumed that he was somewhere between smitten and confused.

Jim grabbed his coffee and while he was taking a sip he winked at you.

“Taking it outside of the bedroom now?”, he smirked as he put the cup down.

“I don't know what you mean.” You winked back thinking it was the appropriate thing to do.

“Does daddy have to explain it to you?” Now Jim’s face was obviously amused. He had even laid the morning paper aside.

“OK, stop it this is silly.”, covering your eyes with your hands you rested your arms with your elbows on the table.

Kurt’s 21 birthday bash turned out to be the perfect day, even after a very crappy and busy week, and nearly four months after breaking up with whom he believed he was supposed to get married. Well, things happen, and as it turns out, that night at that popular disco club where his colleagues from work had so kindly invited him to celebrate he was already legal turned out to be the best way to finish that day, which had started with cake and gifts, and a lot of phone calls from his friends and family. He wasn’t drunk by any means, since he wanted to at least remember his birthday the following day, so he drank one single tequila shot, and stuck to only two beers as the night progressed amongst dancing and cheering, and a lot of rutting on the dance floor against his tight red pants and equally fitted yellow shirt from people he didn’t even know. And he didn’t mind at all. He was just happy. 

When he felt thirsty enough he headed to the bar for something cool to drink, perhaps just water, or a plain soda, and as he approached the bar, a person that was walking bar bumped into him and effectively pushed him forward, making him land almost on the lap of the man that was already sitting there. “Oh gosh! Excuse me... s-sir...” Kurt looked up and looking right back at him were the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen, in the face of possibly the most gorgeous man on the world.