what the hell jim the duck

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Request: “Can you do an on shot where Jerome takes an interest in the reader and she’s kinda working in the GCPD and works with Jim Gordon?”

A/N: So this is kind of drabble-ish, but let me know if y'all liked this!

Imagine being partners with Jim Gordon and Jerome taking an immediate liking to you.

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You cast a skeptical glance at the young officer walking into the commissioner’s office. Was he new? You’ve never seen him around before. Your partner, Jim Gordon, has been gone for over fifteen minutes now, and with all the recent attacks, you can never be too sure.

Slowly, you slide your hand to the gun resting on your hip, something doesn’t feel right. Your head snaps up as you hear gunfire breakout. You hurriedly run to duck behind your desk, clinging to the side of it for cover. Millions of thoughts run through your head. What the hell is going on? What should you do? Where’s Gordon? Who’s staging the attack?

However, your thoughts are interrupted when one of the gunmen comes around the desk, and forces the cool metal barrel of his gun against your temple. You stare coldly into his eyes as if daring him to pull the trigger.

“Don’t shoot.” A voice commands from behind you. The gunman immediately lowers his weapon and moves away. You glance up to see your savior and your jaw threatens to drop. He approaches you, squatting down next to you.

“Hi gorgeous, I’m Jerome.” The redhead says with a wicked grin.
“I know who you are.” You respond, disgust flooding your features. Your hardened glare meets his joyous expression, and that only seems to make his grin widen.

“You see Detective,” Jerome reaches a hand to your hair, taking a lock and twirling it between his fingers. “I like you. I always have.”

Your entire body tenses up when he moves his hand to rest on your cheek.

“Y/N, you’re a good cop. You want to help clean up Gotham, I get that. I’m a bad guy, you’re supposed to lock me up with the other crazies. But how about we forget that, hmm?” Jerome leans in closer to you as he talks. You feel his warm breath tickle your skin as he utters his next words. “How about when I leave I take you with me, and you can tell me all about Jim Gordon and the GCPD? Maybe we’ll even have a little fun too.” Jerome whispers the last sentence.

His words seem to put you on a level of rage you haven’t experienced in a while. Fury fills your veins as you lift your hand and punch Jerome across the face. He remains frozen in place for a few moments, his head turned to the side as blood trickles from his nose. Suddenly, he erupts in laughter, wiping the blood from his nose as he turns his face back to you.

“You pack quite a punch Y/N. Although this conversation has been quite enjoyable, I am afraid that I have some other business to attend to.” Jerome states before rising and walking in the opposite direction. You sit there dumbfounded as he sends a sultry wink in your direction.