#gotham reader inserts

// Ahhh, I’ve actually wanted to do this for awhile. My requests are currently open at the moment. I hope you like it Anon, this may have not been what you exactly had in mind, but here it is!

 Warnings: Mentions of murder, psychotic break. Very mild swearing.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.Summary: Y/n is Jim Gordon’s daughter, who is interested in working for theGCPD, like her father. Jim brings her in on an investigation to show her theropes, and quickly regrets his decision when interrogating Jerome. //

  Harvey shakes his head at the freak show that was in the GCPD at themoment. “Damnit Gordon.” He huffs, shaking his head. “How are we ever supposedto get anything done with thesepeople here?” Harvey motions at the collection of carnival folk. Jim grits histeeth, and stares out at them.

“One of them killed some women named Lila.”He grunts under his breath. “We couldn’t let any of them go, so we just broughtthem all down here…” His voice trails off as the door swings open and an astonishedlooking y/n walks in. When she spots Harvey and Jim in the crowd, she walksover quickly.

“Hey dad,” she mumbles, smoothing down her h/c hair. Jim looks down at herand smiles, pulling her into a hug.

“Hey. You ready? I was just about to go interrogate the son of Lila.”

“Lila?” She echoes, falling her father.

“The snake-dancer, the one who was killed.” Y/n nods, and shuffles behindher father quickly. He pauses before opening the door, turning back to look ather. “Are you okay?” He asks, placing a hand on her shoulder. She nods quickly.

“Just nervous, that’s all.” Jim smiles.

“No need to be. We’re just in here to ask some questions.” Jim opens thedoor, and holds it for her as she walks in.

Throughout the interrogation, y/n stayed particularly quiet, which is partof what sparked Jerome’s attention. He liked her calm demeanor, and quiet, laidback attitude. His mind began to race thinking of all the ways he could get herattention, all the ways he could get her.His attention is drawn back to Gordon quickly though, as he asks anotherquestion.“How do you feel about your mother’s love life?” Jerome looks up at Jim, tryinghis hardest not to laugh.

“I feel fine about it,” he begins, shaking his head slowly. “If not for mymother’s love life, I wouldn’t be here, would I?” Jim looks away briefly, andJerome’s gaze travels to y/n. She stares back at him, and he flashes her aquick smile. “Sex is a healthy human activity.” Jerome remarks, quickly divertinghis gaze back to Jim. Jim’s face contorts in slight confusion for a brief secondbefore he forces a polite smile, giving Jerome a small nod in response. Y/nstands next to her father, still not saying anything, just observing. So,Jerome does the same. He observes her, he studies her like it she was the firstperson he’d ever seen. He soaks in every detail of her face, and refrainshimself from smiling at the blush spread across her cheeks. He stands up slowly,and turns back to Gordon, who escorts him out of the interrogation room. Y/nwalks out, staying a few steps behind them. She leans against the wall once she’sout, and exhales rather shakily. Harvey walks up to her, eyeing Jeromecautiously.

“You okay kid?” He asks, frowning down at her. Y/n looks up at him, andnods quickly.

“Yeah, I just-”

“Interrogation got you shook?” Harvey questions, not letting her finish hersentence. Y/n runs a hand over her face and sighs. 

“It wasn’t really theinterrogation more of Jerome,” she mutters, not fully making eye contact withHarvey.  Before Harvey can say anything,Jim returns and smiles at y/n.

“Did you get everything you needed?” Jim asks her. Y/n nods. “Well, if youwant, you could interrogate the next person. Lee wanted to talk to me about something,so if Harvey wouldn’t mind,” Jim pauses to shoot Harvey a look beforecontinuing. “He could observe and see how you handle it, maybe help you out ifyou need it.” Y/n nods slowly, and then looks up, meeting her father’s gaze.

“What did you think of Jerome?” She asks, her voice soft. Jim stares at thewall behind her, a slightly unsure look crossing his face.

“He seems off.” Jim says, turning away from them.

When y/n walks into the interrogation room, Jim is standing in there withLee. Jerome is seated at the table with an elderly man next to him. Jerome’seyes flicker to her briefly before focusing back on Gordon.“Why’d you kill your mother, Jerome?” Jim asks coldly, staring him straight inthe eyes. Jerome shrugs, and gestures lazily with his hand.

“Oh, you know how mothers are. She just, kept, pushing. And I’m like, fine mom. Be a whore. Be a drunken whore,even. But don’t be a nagging drunkenwhore.” A smile slowly slithers across Jerome’s face, and he shrugs slightly. “Youknow?” Lee and Y/n grow slightly uneasy at his rising anger, but Jim tries toremain unfazed. “Don’t come yell at me to do the dishes if you’ve been banging a clown in the next room!” Jerome’s voice rises to a shout, and he slams hishands down on each of the last three words, and his lips curl into a cruelsmile. “You know?” He says, and bursts into disturbing, hysterical laughter. Y/n flinches slightly because of this, which causes Jerome’s attention to divertback to her. “Oh, sweet-cheeks.” He murmurs, catching everybody off guard. “You,you, gorgeous…you’re afraid of me.” His face takes on apredatory look, and he looks at y/n through lowered lashes. “It’s a thrill,really.” He mumbles to himself before looking up quickly, meeting her gaze fullon. “I wanna know what gets under your skin,I wanna know what makes you laugh, what makes you smile, I wanna know everything doll.” He rests his chin inhis hand, and blinks rapidly for a few seconds. Jim moves in front of y/nquickly.

“That’s enough, Jerome.” His voice is gruff, and Jerome observes hisprotective nature.

// I thought this was a really cute idea. I dida little research into what symptoms a panic attack has, but since I’ve never experienced one, or seen someone experience one, it may not be accurate? I’m sorry if it’s not, it’s just due to my lack of experience with them.

Also I assume by his ex you meant the reader? I wasn’t sure, but that’s how I did it.

Warnings: None.

Rating: Fluff. //

   A loud crashing noise drawsBarbara and Tabitha’s attention. Tabitha rolls her eyes. “What are those idiotsdoing now?” She asks, pushing the door to the living room open. “Hey, stopmessing ar-” Tabitha’s eyes land on Jerome, who’s breathing is growinglaborious. Her eyes widen slightly, and she freezes.

“Are you-what’s wrong? Didyou get hurt?” Barbara questions, moving forward. Jerome’s hand clutches at hischest as he looks up at Barbara, and his mouth opens, but nothing but a shakybreath leaves his throat. Barbara raises an eyebrow at Tabitha before they moveover. “Jerome, are you okay? Cut it out. This isn’t funny.” His eyes wanderaround the room, and he shakes his head.

“She’s gone.” He whispers, his eyes distant, his body trembling.Jerome swallows roughly, and reaches out to grab hold of something before hefalls to the ground. Tabitha and Barbara immediately go to the ground with him,trying to get his attention. A small groan leaves Jerome’s throat, and his facecontorts. He turns onto his back and closes his eyes tightly, his hands shaking,and his chest heaving with his breathes. Barbara turns and stands up, rushingover to the phone.

“What are you doing?”Tabitha asks.

“Calling the police, heneeds help.” Tabitha stands up, and grabs the phone from her.

“What are you thinking? Wecan’t call the police!” She looks back down at Jerome, who is whispering nonsense.

“We need to call someone.”Barbara says, going back over to Jerome. “Look at him, I don’t know what’swrong…” She looks up at Tabitha suddenly, her eyes widening. “What about y/n?”Tabitha’s eyebrows furrow.

“Who?”

“The girl that he wasseeing? Y/n. Her number has to be in here!” Barbara begins looking through thephone’s contacts, and Tabitha kneels down next to Jerome, unsure of what to do.

“Hello?” Y/n says, her voicewary. “Why are you calling?”

“Y/n! Thank god, Jerome’shaving some sort of panic attack. He won’t calm down, y/n, you need to comeover here.” Barbara says quickly, looking back over at Tabitha and Jerome.

“You’re at Theo’s?” Barbaracan hear the sound of her grabbing keys, and she smiles.

“Yeah, hurry.” Barbara hangsup and is back at Jerome’s side in a few seconds.

 When they hear knocking atthe door Tabitha stands up and rushes over, yanking it open. Y/n barrelsthrough the door just as Jerome is beginning to move around frantically,searching for something.

“Jerome,” y/n says softly,walking over to him. He looks over at her, his eyes wide.

“Y/n?” He whispers, hiswhole body going into another fit of tremors. Y/n throws her keys onto thetable and puts her hands on Jerome’s arms, pulling him to the ground gently.

“It’s okay, Jerome you’refine.” She whispers. He grips her arms tightly, his breathing shallow and fast.“You’re going to be fine, everything’s okay Jerome.” He moves closer to her,holding onto y/n like he was drowning. Jerome buries his face in her neck as atear falls down his cheek. He’s skin is cold and clammy, and his breathing isshaky, but slowly becoming more normal. “It’s okay.” She whispers.

“Don’t leave, y/n.” Hemumbles, his arms tightening around her even more.

“I’m not leaving, I’m righthere.” He shakes his head, lifting it so he can look at her.

“No, don’t ever leave. Don’tleave me again.” His eyes meet her gaze, and she smiles softly at her. “I needyou, y/n.” He whispers, looking down. His body begins to tremble again slightly.

“Jerome, stop. Jerome, it’sokay. Look at me.” Y/n says sternly. Jerome’s eyes close, and she lifts hisface. “No, Jerome, look at me.” His eyes open slowly, and she nods, giving hima reassuring look. “I won’t leave you Jerome.”

“You promise?” He whispers,grabbing a hold of y/n’s hand.