Jim Gordon x MALE!Assassin Reader
Time for pt2 chat
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-After he left, you simply stayed silent. Finished your drink, said your goodbyes to Tabitha and Barbara and went straight to your small apartment. It was a small place and an absolute mess. But comfy and cozy.
-Cried.
-Yeah. Ironic.
-You actually started crying. You just couldn't help it. What had gotten into you. For the love of God. You had promised yourself to get over it. To focus on you and only YOU.
-A week had passed since. You were not getting any better. At least you and Zsasz were slightly getting along...rare for Zsasz.
-You saw him again.
-You were out. An old bar near your apartment. Drinking your and smoking ass. Your addictions always getting worse.
-He sat in a stool near you. He hadn't noticed you. But you had.
-You kept ordering the same thing. Whisky, Whisky and Whisky. God knows how many glasses you had by now. You packet was also ending.
-Why did u have to be so pathetic. So needy. So alone.
-An alcoholic.
-You were getting tipsy. Everything was dizzy. You paid. Didn't even bother to get the change.
-Stood up- No tried. Almost fell. Someone caught you. You could barely see. Your eyes reddish, your vision fucked up.
-You heard that voice..
-Jim.
-You tried to push him away. Cursed at him. But before you even knew it. You had fallen into unconsciousness.
-You woke up. Your head was hurting like hell. Dizziness all over your body. Where were you? The room looked awfully familiar. Then it hit you.
-You were in Jim's apartment. Laying on his bed. What had happened.? What.
-You slowly stood up. Could slightly walk. Made your way to the living room. Stared at the clock. It was 5am.
-Jim was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer. His place was the same mess it was when u two hooked up months ago.
-He quickly noticed you.
-Long story short. An argument actually started. A heated and harsh argument. Yelling. Even screaming. So many memories from months ago. Both of you tired. Exhausted from everything. To a point where you. You. Penguin's right hand man. One of Gotham's deadliest assassins. Actually started to tear up.
-And. It broke him.
-He actually..felt bad. He felt. He?..
-He didn't know what to think. How to feel. He didn't even know why he ghosted you.
-Both your lives were like hell. Both had to deal with some of the worst bullshit. Both so mentally and physically destroyed.
-Before he could even think. He quickly approached and wrapped his arms around you. Holding you there tightly.
-You completely broke down.
-And after an hour. Of crying, cuddling with each other on the couch. Taking everything out on each other.
-"Same time next week?.." Jim said. Just like he used to say.
-"Same next week.." you muttered.
-Both you fell asleep. Next to each other. With Jim holding you tightly.
-You needed each other. And had finally realised it.
