#gymgordon

       He’s trying not to let the frustration manifest into anger, to lead by example – but at times he wants to take every one of the communities collective heads and knock them together.

       At least then, they’d be working together for a split second.

       Rick swallows a generous amount of whiskey, glass knocking against the table as he sets it down again, eyes flashing back to Jim.

       ❝ I’m tryin’ to keep ‘em from killin’ each other. But I’m worried – worried it’s only goin’ to get worse. ❞

Her belly is just about to show, yet she’s still expecting to feel a kick or see a handprint pressing out, or a foot to kick her in the bladder. Yeah, that last one seemed to be a thing; Mom said she and Vic did that a lot when she was pregnant with them. Leigh’s not close to the “waddling stage” yet, but her back is beginning to protest when someone rings the doorbell. When she answers the door, the man in front of her gives her the impression of a private detective; she’s instantly hesitant.

          ❛     I think you’ve had enough.     ❞        He forces his voice to return , albeit taken aback with sudden affectionate contact that should only be reserved for close , trusted people. This is bad , he thinks , as he remembers the weight of hand on his thigh that he slightly move said leg away to cross it on his other leg. Subtle aversion.        ❛     Will you be able to go back home by yourself ?     ❞

     A few years ago, Jim would have reacted quite poorly to his partner kissing him. At best, an awkward laugh and an excuse to leave. At worst, an outright panic and a frantic escape. But, the old man has had the time to grow comfortable with himself, to accept those things he used to be so ashamed of.    Of course, the alcohol in his system helped, too.

A laugh came from Jim as he shoved Harvey’s shoulder.

     “Are you drunk? You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

Maybe. Maybe’s he’s got beer and whiskey on his tongue, but he’s also got a taste of Jim too. And damn if it ain’t bad. The playful shove causes him to laugh, and he brings his beer up to his lips, gulping it down, though he regrets that it drowns that feeling of his lips pressed to Jim’s own.

“Maybe... don’t mean I don’t wanna kiss ya when I’m sober too.” They’ve been partners a long time, and normally Harvey wouldn’t dare say a damn thing. He liked working with Jim, no matter how much of a stickler he was for the damn rule book. 

But tonight, he was feeling a bit bold, bold enough to admit he’d kiss him again.

Jax had to admit, he was lucky that Martin never told awful dad jokes like the detective did. But he humored Jim, because once in a blue moon, the joke wasn’t so bad.

The last one, however, was very.

 John hates being in Gotham about as much as the locals do - or at least as much as the locals should - but even he knows how attached people can be to their shitty cities - he’s no different about London. Though, the evil bastards giving everyone hell actually pay for their crimes over there, unlike here, and maybe that’s the difference that leaves John more annoyed in these slums than back home. Superheroes sparing the no-gooders for the sake of their morals is the bloody problem, in his opinion, but this isn’t about them. 

“You’ve been haunted, mate. Look where you work.” John says, blowing smoke to tangle with Gordon’s. It’s like a hot-box in this office; the result of two chain-smoking detectives in one room. His ankle crosses over his thigh as he leans back in his chair to glance towards the ceiling, brows raising with a burden of knowledge he doesn’t really want to get into. 

Now, Corrigan could say he was just curious if Gordon believed. But from one cop to another...