Summary : When a mere acquaintance of Judge Turpin announced to him that he had a daughter, The Death's Judge is flabbergasted.
Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Abandonment. Neglectful mother. Mention of prostitution.
A/N: Hello dear 😁 I wanted to try something else with Turpin. Hope you'll like it. No proofreading because I am lazy 🫠😅
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Richard was walking briskly through the court corridors, a bunch of papers under his arm, his wig still on his head.
"Richard ! Richard !" he heard shouting behind him.
The sound of the irritating voice makes him walk faster. The Beadle wasn't here, having got a leave of absence for personal matters.
Personal matters... harlot matters, thought Richard, chewing the inside of his cheek while his pursuer continued to call him. Due to the absence of his minion, he will have to talk to this clodhopper of a lawyer. He knew who it was just by earring the far too sharp voice of this incompetent. Matthew was his name and he was an abomination, bringing opprobrium to his respectable profession.
"Richard !"
Turpin halted at once and turned towards Matthew with a severe look, one that only the Judge Turpin has the secret of.
"Yes Matthew," he hissed, ready to tear out the eyes of the poor man running behind him with a little spoon.
"Richard !" said again Matthew when he eventually reached the Judge.
If he said my name one more time, I would judge him for anything suitable would come to the mind of The Beadle, thought fiercely Richard.
"Yes ?" said Richard frowning his eyebrows with disgust at the view of the reddened pudgy face of his non-beloved colleague.
"I need to talk with you. An urgent matter."
"No more case today, I adjourned the court, I have some important business to attend to."
Without waiting for an answer, Richard began to walk again but Matthew held him back by grabbing his sleeves.
It asked Richard all his masterfulness not to slap the poor lad in the face. After all, he was a respected judge, always controlling his emotions. He was the fucking Death's Judge fucking Turpin, he thought vehemently.
"Richard, believe me, you want to hear it." told the little man, totally oblivious to the anger which was boiling into Richard.
"Well, what is the matter ?"
"Not here. It is too personal. Come to my office."
"No, mine !"
His command doesn't leave any room for an objection from Matthew but the joyful man wasn't offended at all by the behavior of Turpin. After all, his reputation preceded him and the young lawyer wasn't easily deterred from his optimistic good mood.
