Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

A Night of the Unexpected- Harvey Bullock (Gotham) Pt.3~ Safe Harbour

𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

Y/N stood outside Harvey's apartment door, her heart fluttering with anticipation. After three days in the hospital, she'd finally been released that morning. Harvey had offered to pick her up, but she'd insisted on getting herself home and settled first. Now, freshly showered and changed, she was ready to see him properly – without the sterile hospital environment or hovering nurses.

She knocked, adjusting the strap of her purse nervously. Her leg still ached where the bullet had grazed her, but she refused to use the cane the doctor had recommended. She was determined not to let this injury define her or change how Harvey saw her.

The door swung open, and there he was – Detective Harvey Bullock, looking more relaxed than she'd ever seen him in a casual button-down shirt and jeans. His face lit up at the sight of her.

"Y/N! I was just about to call you," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Should you be walking around already?"

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly as she entered his apartment. "I'm fine, Harvey. It's just a flesh wound, remember?"

"Yeah, well, forgive me for worrying," he grumbled, but his hands were gentle as he helped her out of her jacket. "You didn't have to come all the way here. I would've-"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss, rising on her tiptoes to reach his lips. Harvey responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. When they parted, both were slightly breathless.

"I wanted to see you," Y/N said simply. "And I'm tired of hospital rooms and my empty apartment. I needed a change of scenery."

Harvey chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Well, it ain't much, but my humble abode is at your disposal."

Y/N looked around, taking in the space. Harvey's apartment was exactly what she'd expected – a little cluttered, with case files scattered across the coffee table and a wall covered in newspaper clippings and mugshots. But it was also undeniably homey, with comfortable-looking furniture and the lingering aroma of coffee in the air.

"I love it," she declared, making her way to the couch. "It's very you."

Harvey watched her with a mixture of affection and concern as she sat down, trying to hide her wince as her leg protested the movement. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Something stronger?"

"Coffee would be great," Y/N replied. "And maybe some company?"

Harvey's face softened. "Coming right up, sweetheart."

He disappeared into the kitchen, and Y/N could hear him puttering around, the familiar sounds of coffee being prepared. She closed her eyes, letting herself relax into the couch. Everything about this felt right – being here, in Harvey's space, surrounded by his presence.

"Here we go," Harvey said, returning with two mugs. He handed one to Y/N before settling down beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. "So, how're you really doing?"

Y/N took a sip of her coffee – strong and black, just how she liked it. "Honestly? I'm okay. A little sore, a little jumpy maybe, but okay. Having you there that night... it made all the difference."

Harvey's free hand found hers, their fingers intertwining naturally. "I still wake up in a cold sweat thinking about it. If anything had happened to you..."

"But it didn't," Y/N reminded him gently. "We're both here, we're both okay, and something good came out of it, didn't it?"

She squeezed his hand, and Harvey turned to look at her, his eyes full of emotion. "Yeah, something real good. Though I gotta say, as far as dates go, that was a doozy."