Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Back from the dead - Part 12 - Jim x Reader

For BethanPickett

"(Y/n), I..........."

"Please Jim, just.......just let me tell you what happened. Why I had to do, what I had to do. Why everything went down the way it did. I need you to understand that I didn't want to leave you; didn't want to hurt you. But what I had to do was bigger than both of us. It stopped a lot of people from suffering; from dying. And as much as I have missed you, as much as I have thought about you every night and wished that I could just call you; I would do it all again if I had to. It was that important..........." (Y/n) interrupted, taking hold of Jim's hands. The male detective simply nodding in reply, before she took a seat in the chair next to him.

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Jim listened as everything that had happened during the last three years, came tumbling from her lips. About how she had had to die so that she could completely become this new woman; so that nothing could be traced back to her real life, to him, or Harvey. She told him about the gangs, the violence; about all the times that she had thought that she really would die and be thrown away like she was nothing but trash. About the scars that had been cut into her. About the ink in her skin that had confirmed her as part of the gang. That had got her closer and closer to the big man that the powers that be, wanted to take down. How finally she had been accepted into the inner circle; how she had made herself indispensable to the man. She his right-hand woman. Her closeness to the big boss, allowing her access to everything that was needed to finally bring not only him down; but everything he had built. And then how her new persona had also had to be seen to die. A few well placed squibs and blood packs; as well as an Oscar worthy death scene, had ensured that she would be able to return to her old life.......return to him. Jim getting to his feet as (Y/n) finally grew quiet. He coming to stand before her; stopping the pacing up and down Sarah's office, that had started half way through her story.

"(Y/n).........." She looking up, as Jim placed his hands carefully on her arms.

"I.......I need to know one thing...........Do......do you still love me...........?"

"Oh Jim......I never stopped loving you. Not for one minute during these past three years, have I ever wanted anyone but you. The thought of being touched by another man, it.......it just made me feel sick. Sometimes.....sometimes I was even sure that I would catch a glimpse of you; sure, that you had worked it all out, that you had come to find me and bring me home. I would dream about you; dream that you were there in bed with me. That we were naked, and I was wrapped up in your arms, my head resting on your chest so that I could listen to your heartbeat; only to wake and find that you weren't there. My heart breaking a little more each time that it happened. And then when it was all over, when I was told that I could come home if I wanted, I was so happy; but so scared too. Scared that you would hate me for what you had been thought. For leaving, for not being able to tell you about any of it and stop the heartache that it would cause you. But as much as a part of me was terrified to return, the rest of me, needed to see you. To hear your voice; to feel your embrace. So........so, here I am. As in love with you, James Worthington Gordon, as I ever was. I just need to know if you still love me..........?"

Love her........how could he not still love her.....? Hadn't his embrace, his kiss been enough to show her that he still cared? She had been everything to him.......was everything to him. She made him a better man. He had been about to ask her to marry him. Hell, he still had the ring; it having just been waiting for a finger to be put on. The only finger that he wanted to put it on. Jim slowly moving his hands down her arms, until his palms fell into hers. Their fingers intertwining before he placed his forehead against hers. It going to take a little time to get things close to how they were before she had......left; but he wasn't about to let her go again. Wasn't about to lose her...........

"I could never not love you, (Y/n)............."

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Harvey couldn't help but smile as he looked at the two people in the captain's office. He able to see thought the blinds as they stood before one another. Jim moving from resting his forehead against hers, to suddenly pulling (Y/n) into his arms. There a feeling that everything was going to be ok; well, as ok as anything could ever get in Gotham. (Y/n) was back where she should be; she was back with them. The Irishman sure that some things would take time; that there would be a few bumps in the road. Harvey knowing that they had all changed over the past three years. But he also knew Jim and (Y/n). He knew how much they meant to one another. The older detective sure that sooner rather than later, Jim Gordon would be down on one knee, asking (Y/n) to marry him.

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"Do you want to come in.............?" (Y/n) asked, as Jim walked her up to her apartment.

"I asked Harv if he would stay last night; I couldn't stand the notion of being alone and he bought a few things for me, so I could make you a coffee...... You know, it was like old times seeing him asleep on the sofa, with his mouth wide open, snoring like a big bear....." (Y/n) chuckled, as she opened the door.

"The only thing missing..........you, sat there right next to him, with your head on his shoulder, grumbling any time he would move........." Jim shaking his head, but still smiling. He able to recall all the times that he and Harv had ended up at (Y/n)'s place; able to recall all the times that he had woken up, sat next to his sleeping partner.

In truth, Jim didn't want to leave her; a little of him still thinking that if he left, she just might vanish. He slowly reaching out and taking her hand.

"A coffee sounds great.............."