Gotham: A Different Reality

Chapter 7- New Pathways

Izaya's POV

"And that's what you call a quick kill", I smile admiring my gun.
"A what?" Barbara asks.
"A quick kill, ya know, a gun is a quick kill--whatever", I say cutting myself off at the end. 

Barbara unlocks the safety on her gun and places her finger on the trigger. Me and Barb were at one of the laneways in Gotham City. 

There was a bunch of scums trying to take the piss on us. So, I gave them a quick present with my gun.
"Ooooorrrrrr". "Or what?" Barb asks.
I turned around to face the homeless guy (aka the one Willin saw in the street. Breaking the fourth wall) lying on the ground trying to get up. 

He still has his bottle of beer in his hand and his speech is slurring.
"I'll get you back you little shits, your all gonna die and that little blonde chick!", he yells out.
I laugh as I take out a bigger gun from my backpack. The 'Fun Gun'.
"Haha well Mr. Homeless you better watch your back because you're about to- wait...blonde chick?" I cut myself off thinking of what he said. My head is tilted to the side confused like a little puppy. 

"Yeah, tall, slim, pigtailed blonde chick that looked around 5 years old was around here not long ago". My thoughts immediately went to Willin. 

Was Willin wondering around this laneway after she escaped? I'm about to ask him something else but I'm stopped with Barbara's hand on my shoulder. 

"Zay, we've got to go, the cops are coming". 

"And why are you worried about that, don't you wanna see our old pal, Jimbo?" I say with a chuckle looking behind me to face her. I turn back to the homeless man; I aim my gun at him. 

"Now...hold still", I say through gritted teeth. 

"Izaya, watch out!" I hear Barbara yell as I'm pushed to the ground. I heard a gunshot behind me along with police sirens surrounding the area. I'm still pinned to the ground by Barbara, I feel a shot pain in my head. I pull myself up a bit to touch my head. I see blood on my hand. Must've hit my head too hard on the ground.
My ears start to ring...I'm feeling dizzy as if my eyeballs were rolling. I squint my eyes as I feel myself lose touch with reality again. It's the same feeling I felt when I returned to Arkham that night. I try to pull myself up with my arms, but they get weak and I'm back lying on the ground. The weight of my body put pressure on my hands which were digging into the concrete below me. I ignore the pain I'm feeling as I try to stand up.

My eyes squint closed as I then hear my hearing suddenly come back. I heard everything clear, the police sirens, the gunshots and Barbara telling me to snap out of my haze.

"Izaya Mariah Gordon wake up", she says as she picks me up and moves away from the chaos. "Please don't say my full name", I say with a tired voice as if I had just woken up. 

 Me and Barbara ran into an old warehouse. We hide in there as we wait for the police cars to drive off.
"You, ok?", Barbara asks me. I sit down on the concrete and look behind me. I see a bunch of guys sleeping in sleeping bags, drinking, or warming up by the fire. They must be all homeless people who are using these abandoned buildings as a habitat. I stand up from my crouched position. I observe my surroundings.
Barbara taps me on the shoulder. I turn to her, and she points in another direction. Once I look at where she's pointing, I try to hold in my laughter and my smile.
"Is this a homeless warehouse or a gay club?" I whisper to Barbara as I continue to stare at the two guys making out.
"Get a room!", Barbara yells out. I started bursting out laughing holding onto Barbara's arm. "Barbara you idiot", I say.
"Oh, come on, I can't stand seeing all the hot guys being gay and taken", Barbara pouts.
"That's because all the hot guys are taken or gay", I say back. I then suddenly feel a pair of hands on my waist, I turn around and punch the guy in the face. I saw Greenwood on the ground touching his face where I punched him. I'm about to kick him in the gut as well but I'm stopped by another person holding me back. I side eye them to see Jerome.
"Don't worry shortie, we'll have plenty of time to kick his ass later", he smiles looking at Greenwood.
"You do know that calling me shortie means you're calling me pretty and an idiot", I say grinning at him.
"Well doll, you are pretty and you're an idiot when it comes to creating scenes in the laneway", he says still smiling though his eyebrows are furrowed. He seems a bit pissed off.
"Well, well, well, Jerome, I thought you being kind of like a god of chaos wouldn't mind the corruption", I say with our faces once again being inches apart. Jerome wants to say something else, but he's interrupted by Barbara.
"As much as I'm enjoying this little bickering between you two, we have to leave, I hear the cops coming again", Barbara peaks through the window keeping a look out. Greenwood stands up grouching.
"Those cops can suck my dick-". "Hey, language greenwood, that's no way to talk in front of a lady", Jerome cuts off Greenwood gesturing towards me like a gentleman.
"Trust me ginger, I've said worse", I hip bumped him.
"Ok time to go", Barbara ducks down from the window.
"Andiamo doll, unless you wanna pay a visit to Detective Gordon". I blush slightly.
"Did you just speak Italian?" "Maybe, Bella", Jerome raises his eyebrows. I blush again.