A Storm Rising

Chapter 6

Nygma

That was my day; organizing the new files and giving my recommendations to the Captain. 

I made the trek up and down the stairs to the lower level of the department many times, after a while it began to bother my wound. Maybe it was too early to come back, but nevertheless I was here. 

Gordon eventually came to work but he was in a sour mood the rest of the day. He definitely wasn't being active in my investigation of the dead body on the scene we were all called to. 

I stayed late that evening. I needed to look through my files to see any matching incidents like the one we were called to today. 

As I was flipping through the box I glanced up seeing a figure in the doorway of my office. 

"Hello, Detective Gordon," I smiled. 

"Ed," he greeted in response. He sighed heavily coming into my office and closing the door behind him. 

That struck me as odd sitting there I could only think of the many fantasies I had before of the man doing just this. Though something seemed way wrong. 

"Anything I can help you with?" I asked getting to my feet. 

Jim shook his head. He sighed again and sat on the edge of my desk. I sat as well. 

"Edward, we need to talk." 

I nodded my head beckoning him to continue. 

"There are incidents that have been happening lately that lead me to believe you think there is something between us when there is not." 

I didn't respond, I was just watching him quietly. 

"I am coming to you as a friend, Ed, because that's what we are is friends, co workers. That's it."

I nodded weakly acknowledging his words. Though it didn't mean I was going to accept them. 

"I hope I'm not mixing signals here, are you gay?"

I blinked at the question, well I always struggled with my sexuality but to hear it right now? Out of HIS mouth? 

"I am.." I trailed off.

"I'm not." responded Jim. "Very...very straight. I love my girlfriend very much." 

Oh yeah Barbara. Who could forget. She seemed like a lovely woman, however I wish she was dead.

I didn't really know what to say, this whole thing just sort of hurt. I was just shot a week beforehand, I knew what pain was like but this was far worse. 

I just looked down at my filing box not saying anything. I began to shuffle through papers again. 

"I need you to acknowledge what I'm saying Edward. This has to end. You took a bullet for me, and I feel it was out of some feeling you have for me."

I shook my head frantically at that. "No...no it wasn't. It was purely, because the man was going to kill you, and I had to stop that from happening to my co worker, to my friend." I muttered not looking back at him. 

"Ed.." Gordon trailed off watching me intently as he got to his feet. 

I looked to him and waved my hand in the air as if I was brushing the suggestion off. 

"I'm sorry if I was sending you these weird signals. It's purely platonic is all." I smiled to him. 

James Gordon, just fucking leave my office NOW!