Fandom One Shots Book Three

James 'Jim' Gordon x Police Officer!Reader

Requested by GrindelwaldSparrow

You had always heard the comments although they were usually muttered behind your back or under their breath as you moved passed them. The sneers that would accompany the seemly innocent remarks, the tilting tone that came with the terms of endearment from the older veterans of the force. Throughout your childhood you had hoped that this culture would have gone by the time you had become what you were. During your adolescence, you had slowly become bitter over the fact that this was the culture; the women had always been looked down upon and seen as weak. With gaining your degree you learned that nothing could change the minds of the older generation who shared those views, not unless it affected them and sometimes not even then. You had done what your parents had feared. You had become a Police Officer. If only it had been any other job alongside the police, a consultant or admin perhaps, your mother had once suggested. She had the same type of views as you, but it was the city you reasoned. It was the city that had your mother so concerned for your life, your wellbeing. If only it had been any other city, any other town. If only it was any other time in the future. If only, if only, if only. All the reasons about your job began with if only.

You were the newest edition to the team and once again you were treated as less than by those higher up or the more experienced members. Experienced wasn't exactly the term you would have used; it was the more polite turn of phrase. Misogynistic, old fashioned, relic of times past were the ones you preferred to mutter underneath your breath. You knew by now that you couldn't change their minds, they were to set in their old ways. However, there was one who did not share these views but rather supported you in ways that were hidden even to you.

James rather Jim Gordon had seen the fire within you to change Gotham. Historically gothic Gotham, to set in its dark days after the death of the Wayne parents. They had been the ones to slowly bring and create the changes you dreamed off, had once believed this city capable of. When their blood had been forcibly spilled that night, the change had stagnated. It had returned at a sluggish pace with Jim Gordon being its champion and you the test, for lack of a better phrase. If only he had thought through his plans of changing the police force. While this more enlightened way of thinking was bringing some change about, it was causing the deals made with Gotham's underground to cease and more deaths to occur. He had to be smart about it, so when he had offered you training opportunities you had leapt into them. Grasping them with both hands and making connections across the country, someone in Blüdhaven and others in Metropolis, with your network expanding further.

You were not late, but you were also not early, you were just on time. Your face still sleep-creased as you had worked late into the night before Gordon had kicked you out to go home. Rushing into the bullpen, you were thankful that the other older members of your team were out otherwise you would have never had heard the end of it. As you were placing your coffee down on your desk, Gerry one of the older members of the force stuck his head out of an office door and shouted down at you. "Hey girl!" Jumping and cursing as you almost spilled your coffee, "What?" Your voice was harsh, Gerry raised his eyebrow, you took a deep breath. "What Gerry?" Tone lighter now, Gerry nodded at your change in reference to him. "Get in here." You left everything at your desk and headed into the office Gerry had ducked back into. "Finally, girl." Gerry rolled eyes at you, his voice ruined from a pack a day habit, rasped at you as the door clicked behind you. You didn't take the bait or rise to meet his challenge that lay behind his eyes. "That's enough." Gordon ordered as he entered, he had always tried to change the misogynistic minds of his men, but it was too deeply ingrained in Gotham's force. Gordon began the usual roll call of those under his command and started off with the general threats facing Gotham. Some of it was much the same, gangs threating those who passed through their territories, Harvey Dent flipping his coin whenever he needed to decide and the ripples it had on others.

Today there was more of a threat to Gotham, Scarecrow was back with his mist and theories. The citizens of Gotham had been warned to stay in doors if they could, but you knew they wouldn't listen, this was Gotham after all. This was life, it was a daily decision, the Batman running around dying to save the unsavable city, the police force who were mostly in the pockets of those bringing it to the ground. This was life such as it was, so much so that insurance companies had had to start adding the villains and their acts to their policies. Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, everyone had been insured against Batman related acts, whatever that meant, personally you suspected that Bruce Wayne had had something to do with it after the theft and destruction of at least three of his cars.

It had been a day of working with hysterical people raving about nightmares only they could see. You had been given all the women to interview, something to do with having a softer touch. Rolling your eyes at that and the mocking comments from your fellow cops when you had mentioned one woman's oddly specific nightmare. Chasing a lead with Gordon as your partner, was interesting as he listened to what you had to say and followed your direction when it was flipped on its head.

A stroke of luck caused you to find Scarecrow, his piercing blue eyes stood out from behind his mask. Gordon had stayed helping a terrified aggressive father. Scarecrow raised an air capsule to fire his mist at you when your radio crackled into life. "Girl!" You didn't answer, frozen in place. "Girl!" Gerry's voice called you again, "hey girl, you're supposed to answer your betters." Scarecrow pulled his mask from his head, his hair ruffled and bedraggled from the motion. "I don't have to use this on you, you're already living a nightmare." He took step after step till he was standing right in front of you. "You think you'll get their respect by bringing me in? They will never respect you." He moved to stand behind you, his breath on your neck. "I know, nothing I ever do will bring about their respect." He let out a slow breath making the hairs stand on your neck. "Change will come but you will not be around to see it." You moved quicker whipping out your gun and pistol whipping him around the head as you dodged the metal canister swung at yours. Gordon rounded the corner as you were handcuffing the disgraced doctor.

Gordon had called you into his office once Scarecrow had been processed by the other members of the team. "You did good today." You raised your eyebrows, lips pinching. "Got lucky, I guess." Gordon looked up at you from his paperwork. "Don't do that. Don't dimmish what you can do, not to me. Those guys are of the old order, they are in the pockets of the criminals who run Gotham. Those men out there in that bullpen hell in this city will always underestimate what a woman can do. Scarecrow went to knock you out because the one thing he cannot determine is why his mist has certain effects on women, how they can overcome it quicker and easier than men." He looked at you making sure you both held eye contact. "And its not some bullshit answer about women fighting through for their loved ones, while I do believe that is possible in this case with his mist it is not. Here it is the simple truth of women being able to handle their emotions better than men. Honestly, I am surprised you haven't shot Gerry yet." You snorted, "it will never change." Jim shook his head, "it will, once those dirty cops are killed by the ones whose pockets they are in and the younger members work their way in after being trained the right way." 

Stepping out of the station, listening to the ringing praise for Gordon behind you, you looked out at Gotham's gothic landscape filled with hope for change. There were others who shared your views it was only a matter of time for change. If only change was easy. If only.