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Jopper - Teach me how to play

On a warm summer evening, Joyce's class was having their own graduation party, down by the lake, including booze they had organized somehow, a campfire, and music distantly playing from a parked car.

Nearly everyone had come, even the nerds — even Bob the brain was there. It was an odd evening, Joyce thought. Their feelings were hovering in the dizzy summer air, ambivalent feelings somewhere between total happiness, freedom and the spirit of growing up, and the insecurity of what the future would hold for all of them. Joyce Horowitz didn't know.

She was only half listening to her friend Karen, who was spilling the details about how and where she had done it with her new college boyfriend Ted. He seemed to be a total sex god, at least from Karen's perspective, and it was so unlike what Joyce had experienced with her boy- ex-boyfriend Lonnie Byers. Ted even seemed romantic somehow. Romantic. Joyce shrugged her shoulders at that thought.

Joyce, dressed in cropped denim trousers and a flowery blouse, a bikini top revealing itself underneath, was sipping on a bottle of too warm beer as her gaze and attention left her group of girlfriends, wandering off to study a tall silhouette sitting by the campfire. A tall silhouette with a guitar - Jim Hopper and his graduation gift.

Joyce excused herself and made her way over to her old friend, sitting down beneath him in front of the fire. She immediately started to feel warm, realising that the air must have cooled down a little in the past few hours.

"Hey, rockstar!", she teased joyfully. "How are you holding up?" She gave him a broad smile that reached up to her big dark eyes. Jim was her best friend, but she had not had the chance to talk to him much that night.

"Horowitz.", he greeted her. "Alright, I guess."

He was smiling back at her, hands on his guitar, gently strumming it, his clever fingers managing to play the tune of some old folk song.

"Sounds nice.", Joyce said, eyeing him from the side. They were sitting close to each other and she could feel his body move a little with every stroke of the strings. There was a moment of silence as he finished the song.

"Teach me how to play?", Joyce asked, putting her beer aside and waving her free hands around in the air as a sign that she wanted to have a go.

"Sure, com'ere.", he replied with a smirk before handing her the guitar. It looked huge in her lap, her small frame basically hiding behind it. Hopper stood up and walked to bend down behind her. She could feel his breath right next to her ear as he put his arms around her, showing her where to place her hands.

"Yeah, good, right hand like this.", he encouraged her, his hand gently placing her right arm in the right angle for playing. She felt goosebumps running up her arms, from the summer air or from his touch, she wasn't so sure.

"Now you gotta pull this string first and press the other hand down on —", his sentence, his calm and dark voice right next to her ear, was cut off by a high pitched voice yelling from the bank of the lake.

"You coming in, Jim? I'm waiting here!" Chrissy. And she sounded oh so flirtatious.

Hopper looked at Joyce from the side. His brunette friend turned around her head and nodded. "Go on, Hop, or you'll miss all the fun.", she said, but Hopper didn't move just yet. Did she look sad?

"Hopper!", Chrissy yelled again.

"Just a sec, Chrissy!", Hopper answered, immediately turning back to Joyce.

"You sure? You won't be lonely if I go now?", he asked, locking eyes with her as he sat down beside her again.

"Nah, it's fine. I'll just take care of your guitar till...Chrissy's done with you.", she replied, chuckling, but staring into the campfire now.

"Where's Lonnie anyway? I haven't seen him around yet.", Hopper asked. Why couldn't he just go skinnydipping with Chrissy now?

"Oh, ehm... He won't come, you know. We're not... a thing anymore. Him and I.", she answered, any smile having vanished from her face.

"I'm sorry, Joy.", Hopper said, and he wasn't really sorry, but that was something she couldn't know in that moment. And something he didn't want to show her. From afar she heard Chrissy and some other girls laughing and the sound of water splashing.

"No, it's.. okay. He accused me of having feelings for... someone else and then he screwed some other girl as payback, so...", she continued her story, making air quotations for the word payback.

Hopper looked at her in surprise. His eyes were mirroring the red of the fire and he felt anger boiling in his blood. She looked so fucking hurt and he hated Lonnie for it. Joyce for her share was lingering a little longer on the words someone else.

"Now go. Chrissy's waiting.", Joyce added, nodding at the lake and flashing him a quick smile as convincing as she could.

"Take good care of my baby. I'll be back.", he replied as he already turned away from her, getting up and pulling his shirt over his head.

Yeah, she thought as she watched his silhouette get rid of his trousers before walking into the lake. Take good care of your baby.

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Thanks anon! Love me some good young jopper!

More young jopper asks are always appreciated btw ❤️

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evilsnowswan · 4 years

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The Lake

Summary: After everything is said and done and Lex is finally defeated, Kara invites Lena to Sand Point Lake in Midvale. Out of all the places on earth she could be, a lake in the middle of nowhere doesn’t even make Lena’s Top 100, but it’s Kara who’s asking, so does she even have a choice? A.k.a. a fluffy Supercorp beach day.

Chapter One is POV Lena. Chapter Two POV Kara. They're both gay and dumb.

Loosely inspired by @lisamar1exo‘s glorious summertime supercorp art.

AO3: AO3 link via reblog (because tumblr doesn’t like links these days and I’m tired).

The Lake | Chapter (1/2): One (Lena)

Come to the lake with us, Lena? Please?

She had said yes. Not without hesitation or trepidation, but here she was: sunhat, sunglasses, spanking new two-piece, with her toes in the soft sand.

Swallowing back a sigh, Lena discreetly adjusted her bikini top. She had half hoped her assistant wouldn’t find something suitable—short notice, over lunch—for her to wear to this little outing, giving her an out. However, in something akin to a small miracle, Jess had returned a mere 30 minutes later with five options for Lena to choose from, stripping her of all excuses as she stripped down to her underwear in her office, cussing under her breath.

“Kara, could you—”

“Comin’! Already on it!”

The beach was only a short distance from the car park, and Lena watched from behind the safety of her big round sunglasses, as Kara hurried back to give her sister a hand with the cooler. Effortlessly, they lugged the huge blue thing between them, which—knowing both Kara and Alex—had to be filled with enough food to feed a small village. The two sisters led the way with Kelly not far behind. Nia half walked, half skipped alongside Kelly, little Eli squealing and laughing in her arms, the two of them clearly too flooded with excitement at the prospect of a beach day to contain any of it.

As a soft smile tugged at her lips, something else was tugging at her heart too, and Lena hastened to shove it back into the same box it had come from, mentally taping it and kicking it to the back of her mind. Hugging herself with one arm, gripping her left elbow tight, her nails dug into her skin as she lifted her chin and inhaled.

Of all the places in the world, how had she ended up here? At a fucking lake with her former best friend turned superhero, family and friends.

Her eyes swept over the gravel parking lot, turned skyward, then crashed in the sand at her feet. The sky and the water were intensely blue, the sandy beach was clean and white and deserted. Except for them, there wasn’t another soul in sight. Lena hadn’t expected a beach like this, not in a sleepy town like Midvale. It reminded her more of the one’s she’d seen in National Geographic or glossy travel brochures perhaps—except without the sprawl. Here the beach was nature, not real estate.

“Hello, Lena,” Alex let go of the cooler handle with a small grunt and shaded her eyes against the afternoon sun, as she stood beside Lena. Kelly smiled and waved hello as well, before sprinting after Eli in his sun suit, who was toddling straight for the water as fast as his chubby legs would allow, a blue-and-green sun hat clutched in her hand.

Alex chuckled, knuckles pressed to her mouth for a moment before she smiled and shook her head.

“Hello.” Lena looked directly into the sun. The heat felt almost too intense on her face.

“This is going to be GREAT!” Kara’s outdoor voice hitting her neck nearly had Lena flinch hard enough for it to be noticeable, and she clenched her jaw, letting out a jittery breath, before she turned to her with a smile. Kara rambled on about the snacks they had brought, the weather, and the breathtaking view, her ponytail swinging merrily as she set up shop in the sand.

Lena simply smiled and nodded, took off her hat and pushed her sunglasses up on her head before handing over towels, bags, and equipment as requested. All around them, people were busy spreading blankets and towels, setting up tables and chairs, and even putting up a small tent. Lena blinked as it popped up of its own accord and stood—shell-shaped and ready to shelter at least two adults and a small child from the sun. Oh. Ingenious.

“Wait—”

She paused, the rolled-up towel she was holding pressed to her middle.

Kara frowned, glancing at the sky, then back at Lena. The familiar crinkle appeared between her eyes and Lena felt something cool twist and coil in her belly.

It had been… months. Everything was fine. Fine between them now. Kara was Supergirl. Supergirl and she had worked together to stop the megalomaniac that was her brother from bringing about the apocalypse yet again. All was well. Except, that was the thing, wasn’t it? She’d worked with Supergirl, but her friendship with Kara…

“Lena?”

She looked up to find Kara holding onto the pole of a large green-and-orange umbrella, firmly pushing and twisting it deep into the ground. A feat, Lena was fairly certain, not humanly possible.

Even as her brain made the connection and deduced that her help wasn’t needed, her body had already taken a step forward and let the towel drop, so she could steady the pole as Kara fumbled to open the umbrella, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her teeth.

“There should be a cord somewhere…” She mumbled, ducking her head beneath the sturdy material and reappearing a moment later, gesturing empty-handed. “There’s a little… thing attached to it,” she said, blushing. “At the end. It goes through one of these.” She indicated small holes along the pole, and Lena nodded. Yes, easy.

“Just one sec…” Kara vanished in between the folds of the umbrella again, the massive thing nearly swallowing her whole, leaving only her calves and bare feet visible.

Lena had to bite her tongue not to laugh.

“Aha!” Triumphant, Kara held up the cord. Her face was flushed and her hair wild, sticking out on the back of her head from the static.

One of Lena’s hands flew to her mouth, but didn’t make it there in time.

Letting her hair down and brushing her fingers through it, Kara shot her an indignant look, which held no true outrage and immediately crumpled into a laugh of her own. “Not funny, Miss Luthor.” She stuck out her tongue playfully and Lena copied her, albeit having to wrangle her upbringing and Luthor-etiquette for the more human reaction first. Easygoing and playful didn’t come naturally to her and felt foreign on her features. Even as she joined in laughing, the feeling lingered like cheap perfume.

“Some would beg to differ… Miss Danvers.” She hadn’t meant for her voice to drop like that. And maybe it hadn’t? Not by much anyway, but the way Kara stopped in her tracks and cocked her head to one side contemplating her, one hand sneaking up to cover her heart—well, maybe it had.

Kara’s front teeth came down on her bottom lip and she sucked in half a smile.

Lena’s own mouth had gone dry. She pressed her lips together to dispel the feeling, her heart doing a funny nervous hop-skip in her chest as she stumbled about her thoughts, rooting around for something… else to say. She only just stopped herself from uselessly opening her mouth a few times—People don’t gape open-mouthed. That’s for primates at the zoo, Lena.—and found herself mirroring Kara once again instead, head tilting to make room for her hand to reach her neck and rub it.

“I-um,” Kara fiddled with the cord, tugged a little. The umbrella fluttered like a strange tropical bird. “Maybe-we shouldn’t be out in the sun. It’s...” Kara trailed off, ducking her head in a smile.

She had freckles—splashes of freckles fanning out across her cheeks. Lena was so distracted by them that she almost didn't duck in time when Kara opened the umbrella and it finally stood, tall and wide, casting them in shadow.

“Oh... gosh. Sorry!”

“And here I thought, we were past quarterly attempts on my life,” Lena deadpanned, shooting Kara a little smile so she’d take it as the joke it was meant to be.

Kara looked scandalized for a second, then pensive. “Hmm-hmm. It’s… it has been quiet, hasn’t it?” Lena could only try and guess at what she was thinking—Kara-thoughts or Super-thoughts?—but, either way, Kara’s mind seemed to be going a thousand miles a minute, turning her smile upside down and drawing her eyebrows together.

“That’s...a good thing, though, isn’t it?” Hands clasped, Lena fidgeted nervously, scolding herself in her head. Too soon. “Everyone safe and happy. That’s good, right?”

Kara’s gaze swept the beach, lingering on her sister setting up the grill and Kelly settling back on her lounger with a book while Nia and Eli enthusiastically dug a hole in the sand nearby, an array of colorful beach toys scattered about them. “Yeah,” she said softly, eyes settling on Lena’s face and searching it with a sudden intensity that made Lena flush. “They are okay, aren’t they?”

Maybe, one day, after several… bottles of wine, she’d tell her about the dead brother she didn’t want to miss, the mothers she had lost, the late nights spent in her office to fill the deafening silence with paperwork and overseas phone calls. Maybe. One day. Until then, okay would have to do. She was okay, they were okay.

“Yes,” Lena said.

When Kara smiled in response, she smiled with her whole face; the smile curving her lips and reaching to touch her eyes like a cat stretching out in a patch of sunlight, setting the watery blue ablaze.

“Yes,” Lena said again, with feeling. Even in the shade, the air did feel a little too hot. She shouldn’t have taken off her hat. “They are okay.”

Eyes still smiling, Kara nodded at the blanket and towels at their feet. “Sit first or swim first?”

Lena swallowed hard. “Sit, definitely sit.”

So they sat, Lena ditching the reports at the bottom of her bag for the novel she had brought and Kara flopping over onto her belly to thumb through a copy of National Girl, letting out a squeal of delight at the sight of the extra glued to the back.

Lena raised a brow at the high-pitched sound and watched as Kara tore open the packaging and admired the woven bracelets on her palm. Two identical pink-and-white bracelets with charms worked into them.

“Friendship bracelets,” Kara said, beaming. “Twin bracelets. Look, Lena!”

“They’re… nice?” Lena said, confused by the over-enthusiastic reaction the cheap accessories had elicited from Kara. She looked at the bracelets again, eyes following the pattern to the silver infinity charms, one in each of them.

Kara sat up on her heels and looked at her expectantly, scooting closer. “Um, it’s probably a little silly, but…” she laughed, looking at her hands and back at Lena. “Would you-I mean, I know, it’s–but- but would you maybe want to…?”

She looked down, hanging her head, her chest heaving, and it was such an endearing picture, Lena dropped her book into her lap and almost reached out to tip her chin back up.

“You-you don’t have to… if you don’t want—?” When Kara looked at her again, the deep red was undeniable in her cheeks and her pink lip was once again trapped between her relentless teeth. She worried it, glancing at the lake quickly, and the movement of her neck drew Lena’s eyes to places they had no business being, noting the lovely lush pinks and reds covering Kara’s chest, standing out most marvellously against her ultramarine bathing suit.

“I-I’d love to?” As soon as the words had left her, Lena squeezed her eyes shut, scrunching up her nose and feeling herself blush most ungraciously too, helpless heat erupting in her cheeks and travelling down like a landslide.

“So, sh-should I?”

Kara waited, her mouth falling open as Lena held out her left arm. She closed it again to smile at her—shyly, tentatively—her deep blush spreading over her cheeks and temples, and the after-image of sunlight reflecting off water, the visual burn-in, glistened bright in her eyes.

As Kara leaned over to tie the bracelet on Lena, her hair fell over her shoulder and into her face, and she blew out a breath that hit Lena’s wrist unprepared, firing up something that had been cold and long forgotten inside of her. Lena squirmed, but didn’t draw back, leaning into the sensation instead of away from it.

“There. All done!” Kara took her hand, lacing their fingers together, and held it up, so the bracelet freshly adorning her arm would be properly admired.

“Thank you,...Kara.”

Letting go, Lena laughed, a little breathless, and, with trembling fingers, picked up the other bracelet from Kara’s lap to reciprocate.

Kara immediately sat up, pulling back her shoulders, and kept unnaturally still for Lena as she held out her own arm.

Lena sucked in her bottom lip, willing her fingers to still long enough to tie the knot.

Her heart fluttering in her throat like a trapped hummingbird, she held onto the simple string a moment longer than strictly necessary, unable to look at Kara’s face or meet her eyes just yet. Instead, her gaze stopped and lingered on Kara’s chest rising and falling, regularly but rapidly.

Her one-piece bathing suit left her smooth, sun-kissed shoulders bare—or they would have been, if it hadn’t been for the straps of the halter-neck tied into a bow behind her neck. A bow that was, slowly but surely, coming undone right before Lena’s eyes, a gentle tan line visible where the fabric of the suit wasn’t quite pulled as tight anymore.

Dumbstruck, Lena’s hammering heart screeched to a halt, missing a beat, before it jumped out of her chest and ran screaming. Inhaling sandy heat, Lena held her breath as she reached out, unthinking, and, tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, managed to untie and retie the bow quickly, rocking back on her heels when she was done.

“Tha-thanks,” Kara spluttered.

Nodding, Lena stared at her hands in her lap. They were kneeling in the sand, so close now that their knees touched and, when she lifted her gaze by maybe a fraction, Lena could see Kara’s hands fidgeting with the bracelet on her arm, turning it around and around.

As the little silver charm caught the light, Lena’s eyes were drawn to the symbol, and she felt a wave of warmth wash over her that had nothing to do with either the heatwave or the still lake.

I gcónaí, she thought, taking herself by surprise. I gcónaí. Always.

“Beautiful…” Kara breathed, and Lena’s head snapped up. “They… they are pretty, the bracelets?”

Objectively speaking? No, absolutely not. They were what her mother would have referred to as ‘hideous nonsense’ and promptly cut off her with the sharp scissors. However, in Lena’s eyes the little trinkets grew more precious and more perfect with every second she felt the surprisingly soft string against her skin.

“You think so?” Smirking, Lena raised her chin, giving Kara a challenging look. Why did she stumble over her words all the time? Supergirl never did; oh, but Kara? Kara barely made it through a complete sentence on a good day. She’d almost forgotten about that. It was adorable.

“Uh-huh.” Kara’s eyes were wide and earnest. “It… it looks good on you.”

The compliment, silly and untrue as it might be—because the pink-and-white looked much nicer against Kara’s tanned skin than her own—the compliment made Lena’s heart glow, and it probably showed on her face—for Kara’s smile grew instantly and incessantly wider.

Lena watched Kara relax into it and licked her lips, bracing herself for the inevitable hug that had to be coming any minute now. How long had it been? Kara was a hugger, but they hadn’t hugged in… forever? Well, in a really, really long time, anyway.

As Kara’s eyes locked on hers, Lena suddenly wasn’t so sure she was ready for it.

“Hey, ladies!” Nia’s voice made them both jump. She’d materialized by their towels, somehow snuck up on them without either of them taking notice, and was now hovering at a few steps distance, mindful not to get sand all over their things. What she lacked in physical proximity, however, she made up in volume. “We’re going in. You two coming?” She grinned at them. “Eli says you ‘ave to.”

“Sure.” Kara laughed, turning to Lena. “Lena?”

They looked at her expectantly and Lena’s whole body tensed. Wavering, she gazed at the water. The lake suddenly seemed much bigger and rougher, the less-than-inviting blue-green much too cold for her heated skin, and she shook her head and shot Kara an apologetic smile. She seemed very eager to get going, but held back, and it made a sticky guilty feeling crawl down Lena’s spine.

“Pleeeease? Come on!” Nia whined, widening her stance with her hands on her hips.

Kara looked at Lena. Hesitated.

“You go,” Lena waved her on, picking up her book with her free hand. “I’m good here.” Her heart stuttered in her chest, thudding against her ribcage, rattling the bars. “Really. It’s fine. I still need to finish the chapter anyway.” She held up the book for emphasis.

“You sure?” Kara’s head was tilted, her eyes quizzical and probing, her concern prickling on Lena’s face.

“Yes,” Lena said, a little too quickly and a little too enthusiastically, attempting to gloss over it with a brilliant smile. “You go have fun!”

Kara still didn’t move and, by now, Nia had thrown decorum to the wind and sat down on one end of Lena’s towel, giving her puppy eyes over one shoulder. It would have been cute, for Nia was almost as cute as Kara when she pouted like this, and it almost worked on Lena too, for she risked another uneasy glance at the lake. However, as it was, Nia’s persistence only made her draw up her shoulders at the—seemingly inevitable—prospect of a swim, shuddering in spite of herself, but masking it as brushing sand off her arm.

“Luthor, I’m not taking no for an answer!” Nia warned, deepening her pout. She had French-braided her hair down each side; her yellow halter-neck bikini had white polka dots splattered all over it and the frilly bottoms matched, and she looked every bit the little sister Lena had so longingly wished for when she was younger. Oh, the irony.

“Children, lay off and let the adults enjoy their peace!” Alex Danvers had abandoned her perch by the cooler and now crossed over to where they sat, taking great care to stay in the shade and on towels and blankets at all times; swearing loud, child-friendly nonsense, when she accidentally stepped on the hot sand, breaking into a little funny sprint to get under their umbrella.

“Fu-fudge, that’s hot,” she muttered as she came to a stop next to them; then shot an equally heated glance at Kara. “But someone took the liberty of leaving my shoes at home.”

Kara ducked her head, but rounded on her sister all the same. “They were Birkenstocks, Alex. I thought they were Eliza’s!”

“Are you accusing me of wearing mom-shoes, Kara? For I am and I would, if it weren’t for you. Thank you very much.” Her hands found her hips and only now did Lena notice the beer cans she was holding in each of them. No, judging by the brand logo, they had to be ginger ale. Too bad, she’d given an arm and a leg for a cold beer, or even better: a nice whisky sour on the rocks, right about now.

Kara stuck out her tongue, but Alex didn’t take the bait, crossing her arms over her chest as best she could with her cargo in hand. “Now, get going both of you, and leave the grown-ups to enjoy a cool drink in the shade, why don’t you.”

Nia stood at once, brushing sand off her butt sheepishly, but Kara just opened her mouth, giving every impression of wanting to argue. A short, but entirely silent, deadly staring match ensued, which Kara lost, and with a quick glance at Lena, Kara got up too, her hand brushing Lena’s leg as she got to her feet.

“Fine,” she huffed.

“Be boring then,” Nia teased and dashed for the water before Alex could turn her wrath on her, kicking up sand as she went, a laughing Kara hot on her heels.

Lena and Alex looked at each other for a moment. Alex didn’t ask and Lena didn’t talk. She simply took the proffered can and nodded her thanks, pressing the cool drink against her leg as she hugged her knees tightly to her chest, her book lying forgotten in the sand.

“Kids,” Alex muttered more to herself, opening her can with a pop and taking a long drink.

Setting her ginger ale down in the cool sand, she flopped down on Kara’s towel and lay on her back with her eyes closed, hands behind her head.

Lena watched as Kara, Nia, and Eli splashed about in the shallow water closer to the waterline, with Kelly standing guard for a bit, before she plucked her little boy from the water, adjusted his floaties, put him on her shoulders, and waded in deeper slowly, followed by Nia and Kara, who, apparently, had a blast splashing and dunking each other under the water.

Lena inhaled sharply and looked away, rubbing her arms. She heard Kara shriek and laugh, followed by a loud splash, and forced herself to look, because not looking was worse.

Kelly and Eli were still in the water, but Kara and Nia had taken to climbing the jagged cliffs that jutted out and dropped into the lake, and—Lena held her breath, panic rising within her—diving off them at murderous velocity. Watching Kara fly over the edge with a jubilant whoop—even while knowing she could literally fly and was practically indestructible—Lena’s heart clenched painfully. She could barely force air into her lungs until Kara’s head broke the surface again and the soft breeze carried her booming laughter all the way back to Lena’s ringing ears.

Alex raised up and squinted against the sun just in time to see Kara and Nia cliff-dive into the water together, hitting the surface dangerously close to the rocks.

“Be careful!” she called out to them, now watching her wife, son, and sister with the intensity of a lifeguard on duty. “Hey, Kara! Take it down a notch!”

Lena felt dizzy and light-headed from the lack of oxygen in her lungs and brain, fingers digging into her arm hard enough to possibly leave a mark. “They have lost their freaking minds,” she said, her voice coming out strained and the words strangely clipped.

She could feel Alex watching her, but didn’t dare tear her gaze away from Kara again.

“No, they haven’t,” Alex corrected calmly. “My sister was born brainlessly reckless.” She paused for a long swig from her can. “Can’t speak for Nia Nal, though. Kara’s probably rubbing off on her.”

“So you don’t share Kara’s sense of... adventure?”

Alex laughed dryly. “Let’s just say, Kara’s and my idea of a... good time differs greatly on occasion.”

Lena made a non-committal sound, her stomach in knots over yet another witnessed dive with breakneck abandon.

Alex touched her arm, making Lena flinch, but she had the grace not to comment on it. “Come on, Lena, let’s make some PBJs. They’re going to be ravenous when they’re done.”

Lena didn’t move.

“Peanut-butter-and-jelly on soft white bread, Miss Luthor, I take it you’re familiar with the concept?”

Before Lena’s mind had fully registered what was happening, she’d been pulled to her feet, taken by the hand, and led over to the massive cooler—which did indeed hold so much more than just peanut butter and jelly.

“Strawberry or Raspberry?” Lena held up both jars, not knowing which Kara liked better and unable to make up her mind on the matter.

“Both,” Alex laughed. “With my sister, it’s always both. Or option d, all of the above, preferably all at once or—wherever that’s impossible or very, very gross—in very close succession.”

“Noted.” Lena shook her head, but proceeded to open both jars anyway.

Alex rested her elbow on the edge of the cooler, grinning up at her. “There’s a lot you don’t know… yet.” She poked a finger at the bracelet on Lena’s arm and Lena felt herself blush furiously.

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Mad Love - Chapter 11 ( The final Gotham fic)

After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.

The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Emerald’s being a big dumb dumb still. Not really any Jeremiah in this chapter (perhaps that's a good thing)

Chapter 11

Emerald’s P.O.V

A few months later

Jeremiah was pulling off heist after heist and somehow all of them were going well. Even with that bat freak on the streets now. The three of us somehow made a good team. I had yet to face Jeremiah's wrath but Ecco had a few times now. I’d managed to stay on his good side, and I planned on keeping it that way. This heist tonight was no exception. I was the lookout. I was sat on the roof currently, walkie talkie in hand whilst I waited for trouble to show up. Whether it be the bat freak or the cops first was anybody’s guess. Jeremiah and Ecco were inside stealing more stuff. Jeremiah said all this stuff we were stealing would be apart of his grander plan. And god knows what that was. Cops I would see a mile off, so I wasn’t too worried about them. This guy who dressed up as a bat though? He had a habit of sneaking around and sticking his nose in when it wasn’t wanted.

I pressed the button on the radio before speaking into it, “are you guys almost done?” “Patience,” came Ecco’s voice in a slightly taunting manner. I rolled my eyes, “just hurry up.” As the conversation ended arose another problem. They’d tripped the alarm system. The whole place lit up and the alarm wailed out to the rest of Gotham. Fuck. Now we definitely didn’t have a lot of time. I got to my feet, ready to go the second I saw headlights or anything suspicious. I looked down, waiting for them to come out so I knew when to make a bolt to the fire exit. The front doors flung open and they both ran to the car. I headed to the fire exit and climbed down as quick as I could. I heard the car engine start and knew I needed to move faster. I skipped a few rungs on the ladder down and finally my feet touched the floor. I turned in the direction of the car but with a squeal of the tires they took off without me. I felt panic fill me, they’d left me here. Ecco threw the walkie talkie out the window so I couldn’t even demand them to turn the car around.

And just my luck, the cops had shown up. Double fuck. I wasn’t about to get myself shot so I wasn’t going to try and run for it. I begrudgingly raised my hands in surrender, waiting for one of them to cuff me. A young, broad shouldered male cuffed my wrists behind my back and began to lead me over to one of the cars. Jim Gordon stood there, gloating. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you ever again Emerald. Its like you’d done a vanishing act,” he spoke. “Maybe I’ll do another one for ya in a sec. Hopefully that moustache of yours will too,” I smirked. Jim seemed a little annoyed my comment and motioned to the cop to put me in the car. I sat in the back and was taken straight to the GCPD. I was then led into an interrogation room and cuffed to the table. Jim entered the room a little later with a case file in hand as well as his partner Harvey Bullock. They sat down opposite me, Jim opening the case file. “Before we start, can I get a latte?” I asked innocently.

Neither of them responded to my comment. I rolled my eyes, they both really needed to work on their sense of humour. “So, where have you been for the last five years? There was no way out of Gotham so it's not like you took an extra-long vacation,” Bullock asked. “I’ve been around. You guys just haven’t been looking hard enough. Besides it’s not like I was doing anything bad in that time. You would have known about it otherwise.” “You broke Jeremiah Valeska out of Arkham,” Jim chimed in as if that was an argument against what I had said. “Well technically I didn’t. I was just the gateway driver. Ecco was the one who did all the work. But I hadn't done anything illegal before that in those five years. If your looking to arrest someone then maybe you should question Oswald and Nygma. There was an attempted kidnaping a few years ago, armed as well.”

“Then you should have reported it after it happened,” Bullock spoke. Touché. “Whatever happens between you and Nygma is your business,” Jim added. I refrained from glaring at Jim and sat back in my chair, making myself comfortable. They were gonna grill me all night at this rate. “So, are you gonna tell us what you were doing at Laffco? Why would you be at a toy factory that’s been closed for two years at this time of night?” I shrugged, glancing down at my nails, “beats me. I just go along with the plan. You want answers I’d recommend talking to Mr J.” I knew Jeremiah hated being referred to by his birth name now. Whilst I did it internally, externally I would refer to him as ‘Mr J’. It was better than calling him ‘puddin’ like Ecco did. “And where would we find him?” Jim pressed.

“Well, I can’t tell you that,” I started. “Then you’ll go straight to Arkham.” “If you’d let me finish Jimmy that would be appreciated. The three of us made an emergency pact, one of us goes down the other two immediately ditch current headquarters. So really I can’t tell you because they could be anywhere right now.” “As if you could come up with something so smart,” Harvey sneered. “I amaze myself sometimes too. I hope this buildings defences are good, they should be here soon.” “I don’t need to be a shrink to tell you your delusional Emerald.” I glared at Harvey for that one. Jeremiah wouldn’t just leave me here, I'd been nothing but loyal to him. I done everything he'd asked of me without question or hesitation. I couldn’t think of a reason why he would leave me here.

“Well if you aren’t going to talk we'll just send you straight to Arkham,” Jim warned. “I hope they put chocolates on my pillow,” I smirked. They weren’t getting anything out of me and they knew it. No matter what technique they used I wasn't saying a word. Harvey left the room to start the transfer process. “Your sure there’s nothing you want to tell me? Last chance,” Jim offered. “Nope, nothing at all.” Jim closed the case file and detached my cuffs from the table. He led me out of the room and into a holding cell whilst I waited for my chauffeur to Arkham.

The transfer was quick and easy. I had no reason to kick up a fuss. Jeremiah would get me out when he could, when the heat died down a little. I was assigned a cell, clothes and pills. I looked down at the small pot of pills and refused them. The nurse shot the orderlies a look, one that said I was being difficult. Looks like I was spending the night in solitary confinement instead. At least that room was comfier.

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Within the week I was assigned a doctor and ‘treatment’ began. The shrink wasn't bad, she seemed generally interested in helping not that I needed help. Some of the inmates were people I recognised, which meant I had a few people to talk to during free hours. At least the place had somewhat improved since the last time I was here. Then again anything beat the way Doctor Strange had run this place. I sat back in my chair opposite my doctor, the sooner this our was over the better. I had a game of go fish to play with Jonathan Crane. “Emerald the only way we're going to be able to help you is if you cooperate. If you could just answer some of my questions,” my doctor spoke. I looked at her clearly bored, “there isn’t much point.” “Why not?” “I won’t be here much longer.”

She sighed, “I don’t think Jeremiah is coming to break you out.” I glared at her, “he will. I’m sick of everyone telling me otherwise.” “He left you at the scene of the crime. I believe you were bait Emerald. I know it’s not what you want to hear or believe but perhaps when you do it will make things easier for you.” “I wasn’t bait. He wouldn’t do that to me.” “Wouldn’t he?” “You don’t know what he's like, you've never even met him. Perhaps it’s in your best interest to keep your mouth shut about our relationship.” “And what about your relationship with his brother Jerome? Is that something you'd like to talk about?” “Would you like your eyes gouged out?”

She didn’t seem phased by my threat but she also didn’t press me any further. “Let me ask you this instead then, do you want to get better? Do you want to be considered sane again?” She asked. I shrugged, “It’s not something I think about. I mean there was a time I was considered sane by society’s standards but I mean that’s not gonna happen again.” I was referring to the time I was living with Oswald and Ed, I hadn’t committed any crimes then, I hadn’t done anything unsavoury by society’s standards. “And were you happy then?” She asked. “Yes.” I had been happy, there was no denying that. We'd all been happy, but Ed had ruined all that by running off with someone who looked like his dead ex.

“And are you happy now?” My doctor continued. I hesitated before answering, “yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure. Jeremiah and I are happy together." She noted something down on her pad, probably something we could ‘revisit’ later. Not if she wanted to keep her eyes. We were happy, he hadn't done anything to hurt me and I hadn't done anything to set him off. I was happy, happy to be alive still. One toe out of line and I had no doubt he’d kill me so it was in my best interest to keep him happy.

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