Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Friends and lovers - Part 6 - Ed x Reader

Ed looked up for what felt like the hundredth time that day, as he heard something at the door. A heavy sigh leaving his lips as no one entered the room. He had been like this for days; expecting at any minute that the likes of Bullock and Gordon were going to march in and ask to question him about Kringle and Dougherty. Yet despite his jumpiness, every day had been as it normally would be. There still rumours about Tom and Kristen having run off together; but other than that........nothing. Especially nothing about the fact that he had killed both of them and disposed of their bodies. His thoughts going to (Y/n) and what had happened that night.

For so long, she had been his friend; his only real friend. He able to tell her anything; to confide in her and never worry whether she would judge him or laugh at him. (Y/n) the only one that was really able to understand him and the way he thought and dealt with the world. But he had been blind; he had missed all the signs that his best friend felt something more for him, that she wanted more from him. And then Kristen had come into his life, and he had become obsessed. Obsessed with being her knight in shining armour, while rescuing her from the hands of the vile Dougherty. He forgetting about (Y/n) and all that she had been to him, done for him; Ed believing that she was jealous of Kristen when she had tried to make him see sense. His obsessive preoccupation with the archivist turning him against the one woman that had really ever truly cared about him. So, he had to say that he could not blame her for doing what she had done; for saying what she had said. He sure that there would be many that would react in the same way.....worse, in fact. Ed not realising what he had missed out on, what he had neglected, until he had kissed her; until he had felt her in his arms. Until he realised how right having her there felt. (Y/n) fitting him perfectly. She the missing piece of the puzzle; the answer to the riddle of his life. But that idyllic moment had been snatched away, when she had pushed her gun into his stomach; he knowing that he only had himself to blame. Ed just happy that he was still alive, that she hadn't shot him. Yet despite her warnings; despite her telling him that she never wanted to see him again, that he wasn't to return or she would make sure to inform the police of what had been said that night, (Y/n) had lit a fire in his belly that was becoming an inferno with every passing thought of her. A blaze inside him that was greater than anything Kristen had been able to cause him. He having to think that it might just be worth it, to see her again. After all, it was not like they would find Dougherty's body; he having fully destroyed the corpse and smashed his skull into tiny pieces. And Kristen.....well, he had managed to dispose of that little problem, even without (Y/n)'s help. So, really, there was no proof he had done anything; no proof that both the police officer and the archivist were not just off sunning themselves on some fancy beach somewhere.

Slowly Ed got to his feet, forgetting about the file and paperwork on the top of his desk that really needed seeing to; instead making his way out of the room, and turning his attention to the world beyond one of the windows. It was only early afternoon, but already the sky was dark and heavy with rain. He sighing as the first round, fat spots of water hit the already damp windowpanes; it quickly followed by another and then another until the water ran down the glass in little rivers.

He wanted to get out......had to get out. He needed some air; some space to breath and figure out what to do next; what to do about (Y/n). He sure that if he could just see her one more time, he would be able to apologise for everything; even if it meant that he had to get down on his hands and knees and beg her for her forgiveness, he would do it. But he knew that he just couldn't knock on her front door again; Ed really believing that she didn't have it in her to kill anyone, but he was not about to push his luck. He looking down at his watch and realising that he had not yet had his lunch; it the excuse that he needed to get out of the precinct for a while. So, despite the now heavy rain, Ed made his way back into his room, grabbed his coat and the umbrella that he could never quite remember where he had got it from, and made his way to the front door of the precinct. He quickly pulling on his coat, before pushing open the door. A smile coming to his lips as he thought about going to the little sandwich place, that (Y/n) had always loved as, in her opinion, it served the best Reuben sandwiches in the whole of the city. There a skip in his step as he opened the umbrella and made his way down the street.