#victorxreader

You practically fell off the face of the Earth as soon as you left. 

Harboring all of the money you saved and deciding upon negotiations to make with your employer, you left Russia. You left Japan. You just...left. 

Travelling became a huge part of your life afterwards, and though many people had tried to regain contact with you, you ignored most of them - save for a few. Only Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuko Nishigori were available to your whims, but they were still advised to stay as quiet as possible regarding your whereabouts. 

You changed your whole appearance, changed your mindset, and even changed something as generally miniscule as your wardrobe. Still, as much as you did change and throw away, you couldn’t rid yourself of the many frivolous gifts that Victor had given you over the years. 

Some things you just can’t give up, but you knew that it would be fine. At the very least, you had something that would never let you forget about him. 

Victor, on the other hand, fell off the deep end. 

He had come across the note you’d slipped under his hotel room door and for the first time in a long time, he cried. A true mess was what Yuuri had come across, and as many times that he was able to help him through unconventional methods, this was nearly impossible. 

Victor didn’t leave Japan, but he did become so reclusive that even Yakov was extremely worried upon finding out about the occurrence from an offhand comment that Yurio made when talking to Yuuko over the phone before practice. 

Everyone around him saw the typically extravagant man become so dulled by misery that it became painful to watch. 

He didn’t even know where to start since he’d already tried to find you - looking everywhere that he knew you loved, everywhere that he knew you were often obligated to be at - but had failed to do so. 

It wasn’t until, when Yurio was free, that he overheard him and Yuuko talking at the front desk of the rink as Yuuri was warming up and he was getting his skates on. 

“Yeah, they’re in America right now. They just got a raise, actually - they were even thinking of dropping in when they get enough saved up,” Yuuko recollected, excitement dripping from her tone. 

“Well, they’d have to come by when Victor isn’t here. That would also mean that I’d be gone, but at least you could update me,” Yurio responded. He seemed more nonchalant about the whole thing, but Victor became hysterical. 

Granted, he did suppress what he could to eavesdrop further. 

“Of course! I am still a little worried about them, though - you remember how Victor had gone crazy trying to find them?” Yurio grunted in response. “Well, what if he decides to do something impulsive again and leave mid-competition?” 

The light-blonde teenager in front of Yuuko flinched at the thought. “That’s a good point...but we’ll never know unless it happens when it does.” 

A solemn chill fell upon the two, but the conversation split onto Yurio’s next routine and Victor left it to them. He stared wide-eyed, in pure disbelief, at the wall of lockers in front of him. 

“So they’re...(Y/n)’s in America....”

Ideas began to run through his head as the room became eerily quiet. Even Yuuri, who was sat in the corner and preferred a calm and quiet atmosphere, was perturbed by the sudden shift. 

“I know what I’ll do! Yuuri, skate if you want - I’m going to be out for a while,” Victor announced, generally resembling the flamboyant figure skating icon that everyone knew. 

He took his skates off and capped the blades, putting them into his bag and reaching for his cell phone and scrolling through listings. Katsuki was left dumbstruck, but he went on about what he was doing and decided to run through his routine a few times. 

Yurio had left by this point, and Yuuko was too far in the back to catch the tall man’s outburst. 

It wasn’t until the next day that he was extremely prepared and anyone who understood his issue was suspicious. Victor had hunted for every listing to America from Japan, and memorized the closest ones. Yuuko was the one person who was going to be there that he had to ask. 

“Yuuko, I must ask you something! Would you mind?” was Victor’s burning introduction, shocking the normally upbeat mother. She was a little taken aback at the bold attention grabber. 

“Mmm, yeah?” She tried to be as ‘typical’ as possible, considering that her suspicions were up now. She knew what was going on, she knew what Victor was burning for. 

“You said that you’ve been in contact with (Y/n), yes?” 

Yuuko deadpanned, eyes blank and dropping the facade that she was going to attempt to maintain. “I knew it. Listen, I know that you’ve been troubled since they left, and that they have been as well, but please - give them some more time.” 

Victor visibly deflated. He didn’t think it would work, really, but it was worth a shot. Maybe, just maybe, though.... “How about a hint? Is it hot? Cold? What is a landmark?” 

“No, Victor. Sorry.”

And he was back to his dejected being by the next hour. 

Victor was willing to annoy both her and Yurio, but gave up once they stood their ground with firm hold. “No. (Y/n) is fine, and they will come when they want.” It was always the answer, no matter who he asked. 

Daily, Yuuri would keep him company and skate to the best of his ability. It seemed to quench his troubles just a little bit before the up and coming competition season. 

Eventually, the Grand Prix rolled around again. Yurio was competing, as well as Yuuri, and Victor was there to maintain support for his ever-promising prodigy. 

Amongst the drama that had ensued, the two of them decided to take a break romantically and focus on the practice rather than devote too much issue to their worryingly stagnant relationship. 

It wasn’t until Yurio had pulled Yuuri aside when Victor was getting changed that he was let in on soem information that, had Victor heard, would send him into a frenzy. 

“(Y/n) wanted to me wish you good luck and let you know that they are here to watch. If you wanna talk, they’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

Yuuri almost faltered and told Victor, but decided against it. Your wishes were still high up, even if you two weren’t amazingly close. 

Sadly, Victor was still shaken and hurried. It was a large competition, and as much as he wanted to focus on the task at hand, you never left his mind. 

Over the year that you had fallen out of reach, he began to realize where he screwed up. Maybe he did like you at one time, but he let his own fears get the best of him and he fell to putting more of an interest to Yuuri. 

He truly loves Yuuri, but he truly loved you (romantically) at one point, and you slipped from his reach before he could manage to comprehend anything. 

So, upon making eye contact with a familiar pair of (e/c) eyes and an eerie copy of a blazer that he had given you as a birthday gift years ago, he was left idle. 

“(Y/n)?”

You sucked in a breath and shrugged, sighing afterwards and shaking your head. “Yep, it’s me. Hello, again, Victor.” 

Tears flooded his eyes as he ran to you, arms open and tight as his hug enveloped your frame. You didn’t reciprocate, not immediately at least. With obvious hesitance, you returned the hug, but pushed him away only a couple seconds later. 

“You’ve got a skater to support. We can talk later, okay?” 

“But, you’ve come back and-” 

“Victor. Go support Yuuri.”

He bit his lip, but nodded nonetheless and embarked to the rink. 

After the free skate, the next day’s events were prepared and everyone was sent out for the day. Yurio had caught up with you before heading to his hotel room, and Yuuri had popped in before he changed out of his costume, but Victor was most eager to meet you.

Upon seeing each other, yet again, in the lobby, the two of you parted ways but decided to meet at a restaurant in town. Yuuri would be dining with Phichit and some other competitors, and Yurio was with Otabek going sightseeing, so this was a prime opportunity. 

Silence loomed over the two of you, slow walking and sounds of nature overwhelming your senses. 

“So, you’re probably curious as to where I’ve been,” you began, breaking the tension as calmly as possible. You could have sworn that your heart was going to burst out of your chest if you let the quiet settle any longer. 

“Yes, (Y/n). I really have been.” Victor, for once in the time that you have known him, was quiet. He was never really afraid to speak to you about anything, but the way he was acting now let some of the more obvious pain show. 

“I’ve also been extremely worried. I never realized that you felt like that.”

You stopped upon the sentence, eyeing a nearby bench. Victor followed suit and looked down at you, eye contact being maintained. His gorgeous blue eyes were glassy and he appeared on the verge of tears. 

“(Y/n), darling, I never realized how much you actually meant to me. I was stupid. I- I really, truly did love you. I always thought that you were too good for me, though, so I tried to make the ideas disappear. It worked, but only for a while. I love you, (Y/n). Honestly, I really do, and...

“I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.” 

Your brows furrowed at his proclamation. The thought had never really crossed your mind, but you had always been drawn to his personality and how driven he was. You knew that he would do this, though, as he could also be notably daft regarding certain things. 

“Victor, I-.... Listen, I loved you at one point, but you found Yuuri. You found your match. You made your decision. Out of respect for you and him, I left. But I also did it to respect myself.

“I know my habits. I know that I can fixate, so I needed to get out of your hair if I wanted to feel better. So I did. I’m engaged now, Victor, and the person that I met is amazing. I thought that could have been you. But it wasn’t, and I’m okay with that now.” 

“You- you’re engaged?”

“Yes, yes I am. We haven’t planned our wedding date quite yet, but it is being discussed. The fact of the matter is simple: I knew what would happen if I were to stay, and as much as I love you, - platonically - staying here wouldn’t do me any good. Life comes, things change, and sometimes we just gotta give up.”

Silence fell on you two yet again, but it was interrupted by the slight sniffling coming from the tall Russian. 

“Victor, I came back not because I wanted to fight for your affection, but because I’ve been worried about you. I just want you to know that...I still do care for you, and I have still supported you and Yuuri. But what you want, what I wanted...that’s not possible anymore.” 

Pausing, you thought over your next words. Nothing was ever going to completely repair what was broken, but at the very least, you could try. 

“How about this? Here’s my new number,” you handed him a small slip of paper with the nine digits printed on it in your handwriting. “Let’s start talking again, and you can meet my fiancee sometime. Sound good?”

 “I’m so sorry,” You say  slowly, and he looks slightly confused, “I- I can’t… I mean, it sounds like you really really love me, but… I don’t know who you are...” You can feel your heart shatter at your very own words, but you can’t seem to find a reason why.  “Y/n…” He says, looking at you, clearly thoughts forming in his head, “I…” He swallows a lump that ‘s been in his throat. You stare at him, “It’s my fault …. It’s cause I won’t say it.” He clenches his fists, so much they slowly had started becoming red, and he stared at the floor. He looked at you, and you felt as though he’d been looking at your soul, “I love you. There I’ve said it.” He relaxes, “I love you more than anything. I love you more than killing. It’s just I was so scared to say it. But please don’t do this. You have to remember me. I love you.” He hugs you, and your heart rates accelerates, and you go into a seizure. The doctor and nurses run in and you slowly fall unconscious,

 “Good,” A man in scrubs says. You assume he was the doctor, after all that seems to make the most sense, “You seem to have gone through a lot. Some thought you weren’t going to make it. You sure do have a tough soul. However, I must tell you-”  “Is she okay!?” A voice asks, as you hear things fall, you turn to see the man from yesterday, having ran in here, and was out of breath, “Is she okay!?” He yelled again. You looked at the doctor, who clearly had become disheveled, just by seeing this man,   “Mr. Zsasz,” He says as he points to the seat, “If you wouldn’t mind.” THe man, who you’ve come to learn as Zsasz, nods and sits down. The doctor looks at him surprised. You hear a gun cock, and look up to see it had came from Zsasz, the doctor then cleared his throat,   “Right....” he says hurriedly, “She is perfectly fine.” He pulls out some charts and hands them to Zsasz, “However, she suffers from head trauma, and so she has a slight case of amnesia. So she won’t be able to remember how she had got here or anything pertaining to the accident, according to the psychologists reports.” He then pulls out another clipboard, “Also she’ll be needing to recover these memories slowly he had said. Because of the little heart epidemic a few days ago, it’s clear that she cannot handle any rush of memories, for her heart my give out. So if you do end up being the one she goes home with make sure, she adjusts slowly because if not you might just have to keep her here. It’s a lot to ask, but as of right now it’s the best that any of us can do. I’m sorry you have to be the one to tell her loved one of this. “ He hands the clipboard to Zsasz,     “You can sign the release forms saying that you’ll be the one to take care of her. If need be you could always ask for an in-house nurse.” He leaves and Zsasz looks at you,   “So Monday?” he asks, his voice quivering, “You-” he stops and looks at the ground, “You really don’t know who I am? Do you?” You look at him and a frown somehow makes its way onto your face,   “I know you’re Zsasz,” you say trying to remember, “And you like to kill people.” The way you said that last part scares you, but something else tells you it’s not that big of a deal. He lets out a dry chuckle, “Yeah…” He says as he finally looks at you, “I’m Zsasz and I like to kill people.” His breath hitches, “Let’s get out of here.” He motions to the wheel chair next to you, “Need help?” You shake your head, and he mutters something under his breath as he leaves. You slowly move to sit in the wheelchair but you fall, and Zsasz runs in,  “Y/n!” he looks at you worriedly and you smile sheepishly, “I’m fine.” You say as you get up, “I’m okay.”   “You sure?” He asks and you nod. He smiles, “Don’t scare me like that…”

  ~”Don’t scare me like…” A male says, and you smile at him,   “It’s okay Jim.” You say as you get up and dust yourself off.   “Y/n,” he says as he squints his eyes, “Yeah? Well you’re bleeding.” He walks over to you, and you look over yourself,   “Oh c’mon!” you say as you look at the cut on your arm, “It’s only a scratch. Nothing big or important at all.” He shakes his head,   “Sometimes I worry about that head of yours…” He says smiling,   “Yeah yeah yeah…” You say, rolling your eyes, “I love you too.”~

  “Y/n!” Zsasz shouts as he holds you in his arms,   “Jim…” You say as you look around, “Where’s Jim?” Zsasz looks at you, his eyes seeming to hold back an unknown fury,   “I can call him for you,” He says, his voice flat, “If that’s what you would like.” You nod your head,   “Yes please.” You say, “Jim’s the only one I want right now.” Unknowingly those words broke both of your hearts.   “Of course,” He says then his voice quiets not loud enough for you to hear, “Anything, if it makes you happy.”

  “Knock Knock.” a voice says and you look up to see Jim. You involuntarily stand up, but he rushes up to you, “No, no, no… You should be sitting.”   “Sorry.” you say as you sit back down. He hugs you,   “So…” He says as he starts pushing you out the room, “How’s my favorite sister doing?” You smile,   “I’m your only sister…” you say without a second thought. He laughs,   “This much is true…” He says as he stops and begins to sign you out and sign stuff, but you zone out. Your eye having caught a man, who you assumed to be Zsasz standing in the distance staring at something with his sleeved rolled up and a blade in hand. You began to wonder what had just happened,   “Y/n!” a voice says pulling you out your thoughts, “What are you staring at?”   “Nothing,” you lie easily, “Just thinking…”   “Okay, “ he says as he looks around, “Well… Let’s go home.”     “Why do you only visit when he’s not here?” You ask as you finish eating your breakfast. He looks at you and shakes his head,   “I guess I don’t want you to see the real me…” he says, his voice low, hard to hear,   “Hmmm?” you sak, food in your mouth,. He shakes his head,   “Cause it’s such a hassle, to talk to other people besides you.   “But if he’s my brother, and apparently we like each other,” You ask as you take another bite, “Wouldn’t he already know who you are? and you two would just be cool with each other or somethin?”   “Well he definitely knows me…” he says, a dry chuckle escaping his lips again, you raise your eyebrow, and he shakes his head. You sit down your eating utensil and frown at him,   “Why do you keep doing that?” you ask, a bit irritated,   “Doing what?” he asks and you groan inwardly,   “Shaking your head.” you say to which he responds with yet another head shake, “It’s as if you don’t want me to remember you? What are you hiding? “ You sigh, “Do you not want me to love you?” you look up at him and stare him straight in the eye, “Because at the track we’re on, I’m not going to remember anything about you… And you’ll just be another person, all you’re gonna be is a hit man to me who just happens to work for penguin, and happens to be rivals with my brother. Nothing special Victor, nothing special at all…” a tear starts to form and you sigh. He looks at you wide-eyed and you stare back, “What?”   “You just…” he says, befuddled, “You remembered!” You smiled at him,   “I did?” you ask and his smiles falters a bit… “Wait what did I remember Zsasz?” He looks at you, and you notice him clench his fist,   “I better get to work.” he stands up, “ I don’t want to be late.   “Wait no!” you say as you follow him to the fire escape   “What?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice,   “I just…” you say unsure of what just happened,   “You just forgot?” he asks clearly now irritated, “Yea… I know. That seems to be all you’re good for…” he slip off the fire escape and is gone,

  ~”It’s all you’re good for.” he says and you lower your head, and begin laughing,   “It’s funny…” you say, in an almost manic voice, “Mr. Not important at all, you really seem to think you were a somehow good at being bad yet you had to ‘kidnap’ me in order to get Zsasz to even talk to you.” He looks at you confused,   “What are you…” he asks, but finally gets a good look at you. You break the ropes holding you, and run up to him, knocking him on his back. You straddle him, your hands against his neck,   “Did you really think Zsasz’s girlfriend was actually afraid of a piece of trash?” you ask as you chuckle dryly, he starts to gasp for air, and you smile, “Never underestimate someone with y/n as their first name.” his body goes limp and you smile, “Or it just might kill ya.”~

  You stumble backwards, you couldn’t… Could you? You look at your hands and begin to shake. You weren’t a killer? Were you?   “When it’s necessary, yes.” a voice says and you turn around to see Gordon. He waves at you, and you sigh as you realize he had been on the phone. However, you still couldn’t shake what you just saw…

  “What are you doing!?” a voice shouts, and you are immediately awoken from your sleep. You stretch and go see what the problem was. Though you wish you hadn’t,   “I thought you were gone.” a voice, you now recognize as Zsasz’s. You walk in to see Zsasz and Jim going at it. Something about this being very, very familiar,   “You better not have been visiting her,” Jim says, clearly angry, “I want her to have a better life this time around. Not with someone… like you…” Victor’s hand moves to his holster,   “You had better shut up,” he says, threateningly,   “You know what?” Jim says as he clenches his fist, “ YOU DON’T GET A SAY!”

~“YOU DON’T GET A SAY!” he yells at you and you freeze, “None of you do!” You’re stuck you don’t know what to do,   “Leave her alone!” A man to your right says, you turn to see Zsasz,   “Victor!” you yell as tears begin to fall, “I-” A shot is heard, and you look to the right to see a bullet hole in the chair’s back, and you shrink.   “GCPD!” a voice, you know is Gordon’s yells through the roof door. Tears begin to fall and you know your death is imminent,   “I suggest you don’t come anywhere near.” He says as he holds the machete up to the wire connected to the chair you currently resided in, which was the only thing that kept you from death. Gordon looks at it to you, then to Zsasz. He snarls, and they bicker, “Oops.” he says, shutting both of them up, as his machete touches the wire, and you can feel it loosening.   “I have to.” Gordon says, and Victor shakes his head,   “Don’t do it!” Victor shouts,   “Do what?” you ask, but before you comprehend what happening, you’re falling.~

“It was - it was supposed to end differently! It was - supposed to - no!” You had collapsed at the sight in front of you.

Victor was kissing someone else. Victor was kissing someone that wasn’t you.

Even after all the times that you were there to help him from his lows when he was growing up, you beside him. Even after all of the times that you had helped him get away from others when he needed space. Even after all of the times that you went along with and supported his crazy schemes and ideas. 

You still couldn’t match up to him. You still couldn’t match up to what he wanted. 

Victor wanted him, not you. He wanted his apprentice, Yuuri Katsuki, not his childhood friend that grew up beside him. 

Tears were streaming down your face at rapid speed, but you had to leave before he saw you. Even if he wasn’t yours, he’d still try to be there, and you didn’t need that now. You had to crawl away as best as you could, as quick as you could, as quietly as you could, just so he wouldn’t jump to wipe your tears away. And you did just that. 

You had jumped up and tried to tiptoe out of the room while muffling your sniffles behind your hand. Victor was still in a liplock when you left, so it was unlikely that he even noticed you. 

In fact, you shouldn’t be surprised that he chose Katsuki over you. He was always so enamored by him, and it seemed as if he was everything he’d talk about any and everyday. His improvement, his ability to draw him in, sometimes even how he’d do “cute little things” when he was eating or exercising. 

The thought made you cry harder, and it was then that you decided to leave. If you stayed here any longer, you’d be in a constant state of dread and depression, and you know what your worth is. If Victor doesn’t want you, then you’ll leave and regain your sense of self. 

You can’t throw it away over unrequited love, after all. You’d be reducing yourself to mean something to someone that doesn’t love you the same way the you do. 

You had packed all of your belonging with a tear-stained visage, and with your suitcase ready, you wrote a note to Victor. After finishing said note and grabbing your suitcase, you left your hotel room and went on your way to check out. 

Before you left, you slipped the note under his hotel room door. Your new adventure was going to begin soon. 

‘Victor,  I know you’ll be wondering where I went or what happened, but I saw you and Yuuri. I never got the chance to tell you this, but I love you.  I’ll admit, the sight hurt, but I wish you two the best of luck. I’m going to be going away for a bit of time. I’ll leave you two be, and I hope that you find immense comfort in each other’s company. I can’t stand by and deal with the pain, though, so I’ll get into contact with you when I feel ready to. If I ever do, that is. 

Don’t let me stop your relationship. Good luck at the Grand Prix!

Monday

   “So,” Tabitha says walking over to her desk,    “What do you want?” Y/n asks looking through files, “I’m a bit busy here. If you hadn’t noticed.”    “Don’t you have time for your dearest cousin?” Tabitha asks, sprawling herself over y/n’s desk. Y/n stops her work and looks at Tabitha.    “Fine.” She says as she kisses her cheek, “What do you want?”    “I want you to come to The Sirens. You should really meet Barbara. You’d love her. I just know it.” She says smiling at you.    “Sounds fun, you know, going to a club owned by psychos.” You say, making her frown    “Barbara and I are not-”    “Psychos? Yes, you are. So am I, and so was Theo. Oh well.”    “Don’t-”    “I’ll be there. I just have to finish-” you say when you’re cut off by the knocking on the door, “You need to go. You’re not supposed to be here.” She smirks and runs to the door, and before you can stop her, she sticks her head out,   “Y/n’s not here currently. I was waiting on her also.” She says lying.   “Well, give these to her.” a voice, you don’t recognize, says.   “Okay. Better luck next time Nygma.” She says, smirking.   “Who was that?” you ask walking up to her,   “No one. He wanted to give you these.” She says handing you papers. She sees something on top and snatches it.   “Tabby. Give me the paper.” You say holding your hand out,   “No.” she says, “If you come to the club you can get it.” She then jumps out the window. You sigh, there was no way you were getting it back.

Tuesday

  “Eeeeeeeee!”A voice screams, “You actually came!” You look at Tabitha and roll your eyes,   “Yes. Yes I did. Now don’t make me regret it.”   “B-but-”   “Wow. I’ve never seen this side of her before. I would know, I have seen All of her.” A voice says from behind you. Turning around, you see a woman, about your height.   “You must be the infamous Barbara Kean.” You say smiling   “Indeed.”   “Y/n L/n.” you say as you shake her hand. You turn around to see Tabitha, having completely changed her attitude. Going from her usually childish self to her now dominatrix like self. You smirk, “I’m little Tabby's older cousin.” You hug her as if she was a little kid, embarrassing her. Barbara smiles, and you smile back. You were gonna be great friends.

   “That was actually quite fun.” You say smiling with your cousin. As you’re walking you run into Gordon, who is-as usual, running.    “Y/n. Just the person I need. I need you to hold off Zsasz, so I can make it back to GCPD.” He says and hands you his gun.    “Who?” you ask taking off your heels.    “The person shooting.” He says as he limps behind a truck. You turn to Tabitha,    “Go back to the club. You don’t need to be in this crossfire.”    “And neither do you. You’re not GCPD.”    “Gordon’s my friend.”    “You’re my cousin.”    “Fine. You know where you need be.” you say as she runs to a roof. Gun shots start, and you cover Gordon as he runs to GCPD and Tabitha covers you. You don’t see the person shooting, but you knew you shot him, because you heard him curse, right before he ceased fire. Wednesday   “You’re messing with it. That’s not fair.” Edward says as he approaches the two.   “Life’s not fair.” Tabitha says, unamused.   “And Gordon almost had me shoot her.” Zsasz says, angrily.   “Not my fault. You play your way and I’ll play mine.” Tabitha says, as she smirks and begins to leave, “Remember; Sunday’s the last day.”

  A loud thump in your living room, stirs you in your sleep. The sound of glass breaking, wakes you up. The sound of a gunshot jolts you out of bed. There was an intruder, you knew it. Slowly opening your drawer, you pull out your pistol. Checking for people, you slowly walk out of your room and into the hallway. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the sound of shuffling. You peer over the corner and see a tall man. He wore all black and had no hair on his head, or at least the back of his head. Which is all you saw.   “You’ll make sure not to upset the boss again.” One of them say. The one limping on the floor nods his head. You watch quietly, trying to understand what was going on. As the tall one points the gun at the limping one, your eyes lock, sending a chill down your bones. You quickly hide behind the wall, trying not to be seen. “Who’s there?” a voice calls, “Is there another one?” you hear the sound of loud shoes hitting the ground. You could only guess it was the tall one, considering the stride of his steps were normal. Calculating how far you were from the nearest exit, you realize you had to do what you used to do. So you did the only thing you knew how to do well; without looking, you shoot randomly, and run to the nearest window and jump.

  “So, you’re gonna stay with me now?” Tabitha asks   “Sure.” you say thinking, “Or I could stay with Gordon.”   “You’re staying with me.” She says as she leaves the room, “I’m making some cocoa. You want some?”   “Yea.” you say as you sit there, recent events playing in your mind, “Where’s the phone this time?”   “In the garden.” you shake your head. Tabitha had a habit of carrying the phone around in every conversation, so it had never stayed in the same place. You get up and walk to the garden and call your boss,   “Hello?” a voice asks, you stare into the phone, trying to identify this voice, “HELLO?” You blink rapidly, the voice having pulled you out of your thoughts,   “Sorry, hectic night.”   “.... I’m sorry, who is this?”   “This is Y/n. Where’s Mayor Cobblepot?”   “In a  meeting, why?”   “I was just calling to let him know I won’t be going to work for about a week.”   “Okay. I’ll let him know.”   “Kay. Thanks.” You almost hang up when you hear him call your name, “Yes?”   “Y/n I was wondering if” he says as then pauses, “Did you want to go out for dinner?”   “I’m sorry, but who is this?”   “Oh silly me. I’m N-” his sentence is cut short by the shouting of your name,   “I’m sorry, but I gotta go.” you hang up, never getting his name. Walking into the living room, you smile, having noticed Barbara, “Well… This outta be fun.” You sit down on the couch and grab a glass of wine.   “CHEERS!”

Thursday

  “So Y/n.” He says smiling,   “What?” you ask smiling also.   “I know you hate it, but just think about it. We could be together.”   “You already know how I feel about that.”   “Yeah, but you’re just so good.”   “But i’m not a good person.”   “That means nothing. All the best people are crazy.”   “Who said I was crazy?”   “The way you were last night.”   “Wow. Playing that card are we?”   “I’m just saying. We’d be the best. No one could stop us.”   “Except for the fact that most people don’t like me.”   “Screw most people.”   “No thank-you. I’m not that kind of girl.” You say, almost laughing. He looks at you, and smiles,   “Fine. But as your best friend, I am asking you to do it for me.” he says making a heart with his hands. You push him off the couch.   “Fine.” he looks at you, eyes wide with shock,   “Really?”   “Yes.” you say rolling your eyes at him. He smiles largely,   “I’ll go down to the station-”   “So help me Gordon. If anything happens…” you say grabbing his arm, letting him know.   “It’ll be fine. You’ll make a great addition. Detective Y/n, it has a nice ring to it.” He says as he puts on his shoes and opens the door, “Oh and thanks for last night. The amusement park was a blast.”   “Glad you liked it. Because I’m banned from it.”   “Not surprised. Ms. “I’m a rage gamer”. So much rage.” He says emphasizing, i'm a rage gamer. You roll your eyes yet again,   “Bye Gordon.”   “Bye Y/n.” he says as he leaves. You sigh. Now you were a detective. Great…

Friday

   “Hey Y/n.” Harvey says as he passes you.

  “Hey partner.” you say as he double takes.   “Gordon. I think she’s trying to steal your job.” he says in a low voice, but loud enough for you to hear.   “No Harvey. She’s actually a detective now.”   “Did you lose a bet or something. Cause I remember when we went out for drinks and you said you’d never become a cop in any way, shape, or form.”   “No Harvey. I just decided to, under the influence of Jimmy of course.”   “I knew it. What are you using to blackmail her?”   “The, “I’m your best friend” shtick.”   “Shame on you Jim. Shame.”   “It seems like you’re always hunting this guy.” You say as you run with them.   “Well he is The hit man owned by the biggest crime boss of Gotham.”   “And you guys have not managed to kill him yet?”   “Considering, we’re always trying to save our assess? No.”   “I see why.” You say as you evade an almost fatal bullet. You run across shooting and motion for them to to do the same. They follow suit and you three move your way closer to the target.   “Y/n! WATCH OUT!” Gordon yells, and you turn around to find darkness. You loose consciousness.

   “I didn’t know what to do…”    “So you kidnapped her!?”    “Yea…”    “Does Penguin even know?”    “No…”    “You have failed. Get out, before I tell Penguin.” you knew those voices. Images and sounds play in your mind.    “Phone, and house break.” you whisper quietly, grabbing their attention. You hear footsteps, and immediately became quiet.    “We should go…” The phone guy says in a hushed tone. Their footsteps grow softer and you can hear a creak of a door.    “Y/n should never know that we were the ones who did it…” The house break guy says as he shuts the door. You frown, beginning to think of a way to escape.    The sound of gunshots wakes you yet again. You look around only to realize, you were still tied up. Fatigue catches you again, and you unwillingly fall asleep.

Saturday

   “Y/N!!” Someone yells. Your head perks up. You listen closely to wear it had come from; Outside. You stand up, and fiddle your way around the room. You had woken up blind. Well temporarily blind at least. You had drunken some kind of drug given to last night and woke up blind.    “Hello?” You ask out into the darkness.    “Y/N!” the voice yells, “I’M OVER HERE!” you walk towards the voice, and hit a wall. You just sit there, waiting. Waiting to be found, waiting to see. Just waiting. Hands grab your shoulders ripping you from your thoughts and you scream.    “No no no no. Shhhhhhh!” the voice says, “I’m here to get you out.”    “Who are you?” you ask frantically, “Did Tabitha or James send you?”    “No. I’m just a good samaritan, you could say.”    “That’s good to know. I’m Y/n.”    “I’m Edward, but people call me Ed.”    “Ed, where are we going?” you ask as you hold his hand, carefully following him.    “Wherever you want. At least once we get out of here.”    “There you are Ed!” a voice calls. You turn towards the voice, but of course, see nothing.    “Victor. I thought you left,” Ed says, in an almost hostile tone.    “Ed. You know we stick together. We’re a team.”    “But Vic-”    “Who’s this lovely lady?” Victor asks, cutting Ed off.    “This is Y/n. I’m helping her escape.”    “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ed, I told you about teamwork. We are helping her escape.” he says, and you hear a faint grumble.    “Here, drink this. This should help with your blindness.” He gives you a drink and you blink a couple times. Nothing happening.    “Ed, i’m still blind.” you say giving him back the cup.    “Yea, you’ll get your sight back in the next few minutes.” he says, then you hear shuffling.    “Do you know who kidnapped you?” Victor asks    “Yea. It was a hit man named Zsasz. He’s bald, and that’s all I know.”    “That sucks.” he says, in an almost sad tone,    “But at least we rescued you. Who would’ve known what he could’ve done. He could’ve raped you. Who knows?” Ed says in an almost playful tone. You hear the sound of a punch and you could only assume they were fighting.

    “So where are we going next?” You ask as you look up to find that neither one of your saviors were there. You had just gotten your eyesight back and right after you had told them you could see some stuff they had taken you to the amusement park. Now that you could see fully, you could see that they were gone.   “Sorry.” a voice says after having ran into someone. You look up to see a tall man with nice black hair, brown eyes, and black glasses. He looks at you, eyes wide, and starts coughing. He shakes his head as he walks away coughing. You shrug and start walking home to Tabitha. She’d be very interested in knowing how you day went.

Sunday

  “I don’t like this.” Y/n says as they rig her up.

  “Well considering you’re the closest thing we have to getting information from him.”    “And why is that Jim?” Harvey asks joining the conversation,    “Well didn’t you hear about it?”    “No. What?”    “She went on a date with a hitman and a cop killer.”    “Wow. She must feel really mortified by that.”    “Oh shut up!” you say, and both of them laugh, “I was blind.”    “No excuse.” Jim says as he reloads his gun, “Now get stepping. You have a date to go on.” You roll your eyes and leave the GCPD with Jim and Harvey.