Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Love out of time - Part 2 - Ed x Reader

The second part to this imagine especially for lisaflowerchild. I hope that it doesn't disappoint.

"(Y/n) woke with a start, sweat dripping from her body as she reached out her trembling hand to find the switch for the lamp on her bedside table. She had been having this same strange recurring dream for weeks, the dream always ending in the death of a couple, of which, (Y/n) always had this terrible feeling that she was the young woman.

She looked over at the alarm clock, groaning loudly as she saw that it was only 3am, and it would now be impossible for her to get back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) removed the damp bed sheets from her body, and headed for the bathroom, needing a shower to wash away the perspiration from her skin.

No matter what she tried, every night she would wake; every night she would need to shower and change the bedlinen before she could try and settle again, only to find that her mind was filled with the face of the man from her dream.

(Y/n) looked in the mirror, brushing her wet hair back behind her ears. She could swear that the dark circles under her eyes were getting darker by the minute, she could swear that she had only had a couple of hours of sleep a night since this whole thing started, and she had no idea how to make it stop.

As she climbed into the shower, the hot water soothing her muscles which always seemed to have got tighter during the night, making it feel as if she had just run a horizontal marathon. (Y/n) couldn't help but think about the face of the man from the dream. She had to admit that he was strangely handsome, with quite pleasing features that were complimented by the sweetest and most loving pair of eyes that she had ever seen. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, something that felt as if she had known him all her life, and she had hated the idea that she would only ever see him in her dreams.

Dragging her tired body from the shower, (Y/n) dried, and changed the linen before making her way into the kitchen. As much as she hated to admit it, the only thing keeping her going was several good, strong, cups of coffee a day, and as she brewed her first pot, she couldn't help but hope that her upcoming day at work wouldn't be too taxing.

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Harvey looked at Ed as he and Jim walked into the lab in the police department. Ed muttering to himself about a recurring dream and how it felt as though it was more the memory of a previous life rather the anything else. The two detectives listening, agog, as the forensic scientist continued to mumble.

"Geez Nygma. Ya look like crap." Harvey chuckled, as Ed looked up. Finally realising that he was no longer alone, but not knowing how long the two other men had been standing there watching him.

"I er...........not sleeping well. Strange things happening..........." Ed began to ramble as he stood up from his desk and walked over to where Harvey and Jim stood.

"Maybe you have this Egypt fever that everyone is going on about, Nygma. Since some Archaeologists or something found this unopened tomb in Egypt a few weeks ago of some supposedly undiscovered princess, everyone seems to have gone a little more crazy than usual. Though if ya ask me, it's just another one of those passing fads. Though I must admit that I wouldn't mind finding some beautiful, mysterious princess myself." Harvey chuckled, as Jim watched Ed look through his filing cabinet for the file that he and Harvey needed. The doctor only just registering what the older man had said.

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"So, did you have it again?" Penelope asked, as she took a seat at (Y/n)'s desk, the blonde always seeming far happier than any normal person should be.