It seems to be Molly POV Week at the geekmama estate. Still another post-”I Love You” fic, because I’m always disturbed when I run across a fic where Molly is so angry about that phone call that she’s ready to throw up her hands and give up on Sherlock. Never seems logical to me, considering the long years and other weirdness they’ve gone through.
She’s known him a very long time. Why wouldn’t she give him the benefit of the doubt?
“I love you.”
And the line went dead.
Molly set her mobile on the counter and raised trembling hands to her mouth. Then, realizing there was no use in fighting it, she went into her living room, dim in the fading light of late afternoon, sat down on her sofa and wept as though her heart had been ripped to shreds.
Banna, Dave, JoFro and my wonderful Beefs (Thank God and you all). But because I can’t post pics of my Beefs I’ll post some Bates looking at Anna as if she was the only woman in the world. And she is, to Bates, she is.
Prompt: Being nobody in Gotham City and the Joker becomes
obsessed with you.
Y/n was raised in the slums of Gotham. Same story as
everyone else. One parent did heavy drugs and the other was a criminal. Her
mother was on the Black Mask’s payroll, she smuggled drugs and sometimes helped
in one of the standard car theft missions.
Until she fell off of a car and got ran over. Her dad died
of overdose and you were only 7. She bounced from orphanage to orphanage and
managed to even make friends with this kid named Jason. Y/n ran away after 3
months at that stupid place and last you’ve heard of Jason was that he got
adopted by the richest man in this hellhole.
You worked your ass off in school and eventually college. I
mean graduating from Yale with top honours was certainly an achievement, too
bad you had no one to celebrate with. She decided maybe she could do a little
good back home and became a Psychology Professor at Gotham City University.
They couldn’t be more thrilled to have you on their staff. Y/n had been working
there for about a month and half now. She owned a decent apartment and got an
excellent salary but in her heart there was something missing. Ask anyone from
Crime Alley to switch places with her and they would in an instant. There was
something Y/n was looking for but no matter where she looked she couldn’t find
it. A feeling or a person maybe?
Y/n was getting ready to go home and watch re-runs of The
Flinstones when her co-worker, Joanne had called her and (Y/n was pretty sure
Joanne was too drunk and high on something she did not wanna know). So being
the good friend that she was, Y/n went to this club that oozed expensive money.
She found Joanne in a booth, dancing on a pole and singing what Y/n knew was
“Joanne get down from there before someone takes a video of
you gets you fired” Y/n said as she tried to drag her friend down from this
“Y/n!! You’re here! You should try their special drink
tonight they’re celebrating because their big boss is back!” said Joanne as she
drunkenly tried to grab you (probably leaving a mark) but unfortunately missed and almost fell face
first if you hadn’t caught her. Y/n was left with no choice but to sedate
Joanne so that she would calm down. Y/n turned around to make sure no one saw
what you did. So much for trying not to cause a scene and get shot in the head.
You weren’t dumb. You knew who owned this little joint.
“We are going home. Now” Y/n said and grabbed her friend’s
purse and took Joanne by her arm and gently dragged her out the door and in
your beaten down car. Unbeknownst to Y/n, a certain green haired man had just
found his new toy.