Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Personal assistant - Part 2 - Butch x Reader

Butch looked up, as he heard the door close. The big man resting back in his chair. (Y/n)........when he had hired her, he knew he had made a mistake. He knew that he wouldn't be able to just keep this on a business footing. That he wouldn't be able to pretend that he didn't want more from her than just being his personal assistant, forever. But what was he to say............?

He had been looking for a personal assistant for some time, until she had come along. Butch able to remember the moment that she walked into his office. To remember the smile that she had given him, as she poked her head around the door, before properly entering the room. When she had taken a seat, and handed him her resume, he had only given it only a cursory glance, before telling her that she was hired. And as far as her ability to do the job was concerned, (Y/n) had quickly proved that she knew exactly what to do, and what was expected of her. It as if she could read his mind. As if she knew what he would need, what he would want, before he knew it himself. So, as far as that was concerned, there was no issue at all. In fact, the issue had never been with (Y/n), the issue was with him; with the way that he had come to feel for his assistant.

(Y/n) was beautiful, and unlike all the other women that had always surrounded him, she had never killed anyone........well........not that he knew of anyway. And given that, Butch hated the idea of drawing her any further into his world, than she already was; hated the idea of sullying that innocence. But sooner or later, and for his own sanity, he knew that he was going to have to say something to her; to do something. The big man sure of only one thing.........that he didn't want to lose her.

Slowly, he got up from the chair behind the large desk and made his way over to the window that looked out over Gotham. It was hard for him to believe all this sometimes. He had started his criminal career along with Jimmy Saviano; the pair flouting the law from an early age. The boys once having robbed a butcher's shop of its meat, for their families. And then along had come the Falcone crime family, and Fish; Butch becoming her second in command. The pair acquiring a place that had once been used for chicken fighting and turning it into Mooney's Nightclub. The club, over the next decade, becoming the most successful of enterprises. But then, his fortunes had taken a downturn; the death of Fish, his brainwashing by Zsasz so that he would work for Cobblepot, the near death of Tabitha, and being shot in the head by Barbara Kean, before being dumped in Slaughter Swamp, and being reborn as zombie like Solomon Grundy, had not been the highlights of his life. Butch always grateful to Tabitha, for having repeatedly hit him over the head, which had enabled him to regain the memory of who and what he really was. So, after all that, to be here, at the top of Gotham, still sometimes seemed like a dream. The only thing missing from that dream.......someone to share it with. And even though Butch had always thought that that someone would be Tabitha; it was obvious to him now, that the one that he had really been waiting for, was (Y/n). The big man hoping that having her stay back in the office with him that evening, would give him the opportunity to talk to her about something other than work. Would push him to tell her what he thought about her, that he had feelings for her; and hope that she wouldn't just laugh in his face. Not that he would tell her everything he thought about her though. For if he did, he had a feeling that she might just slap him. His office, his desk, some of the many places that he had had thoughts about being with her. The long, lonely nights that he would spend by himself, filled with images of her. The notion of merely being able to hold him in his arms, always bringing a smile to his lips. But he was torturing himself now, torturing himself with those thoughts, when he had so much work to be getting on with. Butch letting out a heavy sigh, before making his way back to the desk. Slumping down in his chair, and reluctantly starting to once again go through all the paperwork on the tabletop.

"Come........." He called out, as he heard a gentle knock. Butch doing his best to stop himself from grinning widely, as (Y/n) appeared, with mug in hand; the smell of his favourite coffee filling the office. The crime boss sure that no one else could make the beverage taste like his personal assistant could.

"Your coffee, Mister Gilzean............." (Y/n) said, as she placed the cup on the desk. An unusual pink tinge flushing her cheeks, as he looked up at her.

"Thank you........that will be all............." Butch replied, slightly dismissively. Watching as she gave him a small smile, before heading back to the door.

"(Y/n)............." He continued, turning his gaze back to his work.

"Sir.............?"

"Don't forget about tonight...............And be prepared to work late........"

"Of course, sir.............." Came the response. The office once more becoming quiet, as the door closed behind the assistant.