#GCPD: hey where's ur man???

[redrobin-detective]

a bird in the hand

“Hey uh, can I speak to Commissioner Gordon?” Officer Patricia Nolan looked up from what she’d been doing and stared. “It’s important,” the teen leaned forward conspiratorially, “Bat business, y’know?” The bullpen was always loud but right now it was silent, everyone stopping to watch their visitor. Just her luck Pat’s desk was the first one when you entered.

“Yes, I can see if he’s available,” she said faintly, glancing quickly over at what the boy was carrying in his arm but not sure how to broach the subject. She wasn’t as familiar with the capes as some of the others. “I’ll see if he’s available,” she continued as she picked up the phone on her desk. Her hands did not shake, her voice did not quiver. She was a Gotham City girl through and through, not much rattled her these days. But that’s not to say that the situation in itself wasn’t strange. Matt from from Vice speed walked by and was staring so hard he walked straight into the wall.

“Gordon,” the Commissioner answered with a sigh.

“Hey, It’s Pat Nolan,” Pat began. “You’re needed down in the bullpen, there’s a uh hero who wants to talk to you.” She glanced at the teen who was looking around the bullpen curiously. “It’s not a Bat.”

“Christ,” Gordon groaned. “Well who is it? Nevermind, I’m on my way. Too damn late for this; I thought Batman told all the other capes to stay out of the city?”

“He did, sir but I don’t exactly take orders from Batman,” the boy grinned. Pat gripped the phone a little tighter realizing he could hear Gordon through the phone. “And you probably guessed from the symbol that I’m Superboy,” he lowered his colored sunglasses with one hand. “The Suberboy.”

“Superboy will be waiting for you,” She said dutifully before replacing the phone. “The Commissioner will be down in a moment, do you want to sit?” Pat wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation so she just automatically defaulted to polite. It’s the reason her desk was so close to the front. 

“Nah, I’m good plus I gotta hold onto my precious cargo,” Superboy said, giving ‘his cargo’ a light bounce in his arm. Being able to hold that kind of weight singlehandedly without any sort of strain, that kind of alien power you only saw once you crossed the river to Metropolis. 

“Alright, I’m here, what do you- Christ on a Bike is that Robin?” Gordon jolted as he rounded the corner in his rumpled trench coat. “Is he alright?” He said but his tone was calm. Because while it was worrisome that the Boy Wonder was in the station at all, much less being held at Superboy’s hip like a toddler, the kid looked okay. His tights were a bit scuffed and he smelled vaguely of smoke but he looked entirely at ease in the other’s arm. His cheek was resting comfortably in the crook of Superboy’s neck looking, for all intents and purposes, deeply asleep.

 “Oh yeah, he’s fine,” Superboy shrugged. “Rob’s just been working this arms dealing case for like, a week straight. No one is exactly sure when’s the last time he slept so once he got everything sorted, he just crashed. So anyway,” he reached into his jacket and didn’t seem phased by half of the bullpen reaching for their weapons. 

He pulled out a USB and dangled it in front of Gordon. “Before he was forcibly put on the Dreamland Express, Robin wanted you to have this. It’s all his notes on the guns, who’s supplying them and evidence leading back to the guys in charge. We got some of the small fish tonight but you need a badge to get the the bigger ones.”

“Thanks,” Gordon mumbled, grabbing the USB hesitantly, like it was going to explode. “If I may ask, how did you get involved with this? Did the arms dealing originate in Metropolis?” Detective Mac groaned quietly in the back. They hated intercity especially investigations but it was worst with Metropolis, all ‘Superman this’ or ‘Superman that’. Pat kind of gets it now, the Supers have such a strong presence to them.  

“Oh no, I think Robbie said these guys came from the south like Florida or something,” Superboy frowned. “I’m here because this one-” another light shake of Robin who still did not stir. “Got so wrapped up in this case he forgot our date night,” he rubbed at his eyes. “Found him making one of those string evidence charts on the fridge because he ran out of room on the counter.”

“And Batman?” Gordon questioned, like he didn’t want to know the answer. 

“I think he’s in Japan on League business,” Superboy tilted his head in thought, “or was it Norway? Anyway not here. Rob always goes a little overboard when Bats isn’t around to spray bottle him into taking a break like hello, you’ve got nothing to prove, we already know you’re super sexy and way smarter than Batman.”

No one quite knew what to say to that so they just stayed quiet. Superboy glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’m gonna be in so much trouble when I get home once I drop this idiot off,” he ended his sentence with a soft kiss to the top of Robin’s hair. “Hey, did anyone catch the end to the Knights/Meteors baseball game? I caught some of the eighth inning when Rob and I raided the warehouse where they were storing some of the guns, I think the Meteors were up.”

“They were,” Detective Driver said with a smug grin. “it was 8-9 Meteors but Matheson hit a triple at the bottom of the ninth and it ended 9-12 for the Knights.” 

“Hell, we keep crumping at the last minute,” Superboy huffed. “I’m telling you that new pitcher they brought in from St. Louis ain’t cutting it; hope they trade him back at the end of the season.”

“Might as well trade the whole team while you’re at it,” Driver goaded. “Metropolis hasn’t put up a good showing since the miracle season of ‘93. If I were you, kid, I’d fly to a city with a better team.” 

“Man, get off my back,” Superboy grinned. A couple people gasped quietly when he lifted himself up off the floor. “And be careful what you say; I doubt Robin will move to me if we decide to move in together which means y’all,” he clicked his tongue and did a one armed finger gun, “will have to deal with me on a more long term basis. Anyway, thanks for the help and uh the service you do. See ya.” 

He turned and flew out the way he’d came, down the stairs to the main lobby and presumably out the front doors. And the whole time, Robin hadn’t moved from his slumber as if there were nowhere safer than his friend’s -boyfriend’s?- arms. 

“Well that sure was something,” Montoya grumbled from the back.

“Bad enough we got Batman and his little kid freaks running around but now he have Supers too?” Chandler groaned, resting her forehead on the desk. 

“Did you guys see-,” Stacy, the secretary and unofficial Batsignal operator said, poking her head in. She winced, “I guess you did.” She smiled and held her hands over her heart. “Well I think they’re cute, SuperWonder is so two years ago, SuperRobin is the only true ship.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying and I don’t want to know,” Gordon sighed, shoving the USB into his coat pocket and shuffling out of the bullpen. “If you need me, I’ll be going over this evidence and wondering why I’m still in the game if lovesick teenagers are doing my job for me.”

#literally could not get the image of Kon just like casually talking to the GCPD while holding Tim on his hip whos just zonked #Kon: I'm helping :DDD #Tim 10.5 hours later when he wakes up: I can never show my face in that building ever again #I'm very proud of remembering the officer's names from Gotham Central #idk about personalities I did my best haha #Stacy ships it as she should #the GCPD finds they like Superboy #esp as he stops by more and more with Robin #yeah he's terrifying powerful but he can talk the talk while having that sarcastic bitchy attitude you need to survive in gotham #Robin shows up with evidence #GCPD: hey where's ur man??? #anyway Kon is a good boyfriend while also being so stupid but he's very punk rock and I love him so fucking much

[swanimagines]

Dating Game

Request: Uhhhh i love ur blog and im glad there's another Gotham fic blog!! :D Maybe some fluffy imagine with Ed {before Riddler if ya can} Maybe where the Ed is being picked on for being alone with no girlfriend/boyfriend and reader comes in and says they're his gf/bf and he gets all flustered. But ends up with them actually hooking up??

Fandom: Gotham, (pre-Riddler!) Edward Nygma x reader

A/N: This was so cuuuute to write :3 (And I realize now that the starting points are always the difficult bits for me)

Warnings: swearing, over-cheesy ending

Word count: 941

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GCPD had been busy the whole day. Papers rustled, officers chatted, the cells clanged as the criminals protested about being thrown there. And then there was you, you were on the phone, answering those calls that officers were too busy to take care of. It wasn’t your job, but you felt like it was the least you could do, despite having a job to make the department shine with cleanliness, you could do it later. You made little notes about the caller’s matters and told them that the police will take care of it when some of them are free from other works.

“L/N!” your boss called from the front of her office. You turned your head to face her, and she beckoned you to come to her office. You obliged and told the caller that police is dispatched to the scene soon.

“Did I do something, Captain Essen?” you asked, as you were closing her office’s door.

“No, no, on the contrary. You have done so much today – more than you should. It’s not one of your jobs to answer the calls and make notes, it’s-“

“I’m sorry, Captain Essen. Won’t happen again.” you lowered your head and started fiddling with your shirt nervously. She gave a little laugh, shaking her head and walked up to you.

“You did well. We really needed help today – and you provided it, without me even asking. And that’s why you can go home early today.” she said, smiling at you as she took a gentle hold of your shoulders. “I’ll make sure that the management gives the permission to raise your salary. You have cleaned the department so clean every single day that you could eat from the floor, anyway.”

You started smiling brightly and nodded at her.

“Thank you, Captain Essen. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

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As you were leaving, you passed the door of dressing rooms and heard faint mumbling behind it. You stopped, because you just felt like everything isn’t right back there.

“…nothing by it. But hey, Nygma, you’re saying you’ve never even kissed anyone?” you heard one of the asshole officers say.

“Wilkinson, you really think he has kissed anyone? With his face?” you heard officer Kirk say and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words, why they’d bully Ed? You heard men laughing, there was at least three of them.

“I- I don’t think this-“ you heard Ed mutter but Palmer’s voice interrupted him.

“You know Ed, it’s a bit shameful that a man of your age hasn’t ever even kissed anyone.”

“Yeah, and I don’t know which is more terrifying thought; that Ed’s without anyone his whole life, shaming all men with him having no dates or that someone would actually date hi-“

Hearing Gibson’s voice was the point you plunged into the dressing rooms, glaring at all the four bullies.

“Okay you piss-pants, go fuck yourselves please.” you growled at them, but they just stood there, their gaze flickering on you from head to toes.

“Why do you care, L/N?” Kirk finally asked you and you rolled your eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked, folding your arms. “I’m dating Ed. And I’m not listening to you shitholes mock my boyfriend.” you said and saw from the corner of your eye that the once pale Ed was now red as a tomato. You really hoped you hadn’t turned red. Or if you had, you hoped that the four bullies before you thought that it was the blush of rage.

“You? Dating that?” Wilkinson asked and pointed at Ed. “C’mon Y/N, you’re insane.”

“Oh, dear Wilkinson, you should really go back to school. He’s not “it”. People are not referred to as “it”. But hey, get a move on, before I call Captain Essen here.” you said and watched as the men shifted uncomfortably, before slowly walking out from the dressing room.

After they had gone, you walked up to Ed, who was fixing his eyeglasses. He avoided your gaze and you sighed.

“Are you okay, Edward?” you asked, lightly brushing his jacket. He was quiet, still looking away. “Look, I did that just because I wanted them to leave you alone. You don’t deserve crap like that from those assholes. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, I didn’t mean to.”

You had admitted it to yourself a long time ago, you really had a crush on Edward. But this was the first time you talked to him privately. Now you just scolded yourself for not being more discreet with Ed’s bullies. You sighed again, closed your eyes and lowered your head.

“I should have been more discreet, I’m sorry. I just tho-“

At that moment, you felt Ed’s lips on yours. It was more of a quick peck, and after he pulled away, he brushed some of your hair away from your now flaming hot and red face.

“Thank you.” was all he said, before he quickly walked out from the dressing room.

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Later that evening, Edward came over to your apartment and told you that he has had a crush on you from that very day you first came to work to the police department. That he had watched you work with a smile on his face, admiring how beautiful you were. And you had smiled at him. A genuine smile that showed Ed that you didn’t think he was creepy or weird with his sudden riddles. And you had hugged Ed and told him that you have had a crush on him too for a long time.

And on that evening, you agreed to start dating.

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