Jim Gordon: It was your first day as a detective at the GCPD and you were more nervous than you were during the initial interview. You were looking for your partners, James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, when Captain Essen came up to you.
"Ms. (Y/L/N), nice to see you again." She said with a smile.
"Likewise, Captain Essen," you replied with a bright smile. "Though, I must admit, no one here's seems to know or want to tell me where my partners are. I don't suppose you could point me in their direction?"
"Of course. As a matter of fact, here they come." She replied.
You turned around to see two men walking towards you. The first one was an older man with a beard. You could tell just by how he looked that you most likely weren't going to get along well with him. The other was a man around your age. He had short blond hair and in your opinion was quite handsome.
"Nice to meet you. You must be (y/n) (y/l/n). I'm James Gordon, but feel free to call me Jim." The younger man, Jim, said.
"And I'm Harvey Bullock. Might I add that you are very gorgeous." He winked at you causing you to frown in annoyance.
"If I'm going to have to work with you, then you should work on keeping your comments to yourself." You said shooting him a glare.
You heard a light laugh from the other side of you. You turned to see Jim stifling a laugh.
"I think the girl got the best of you, Bullock." He said putting a hand on your shoulder.
Bullock stood there in shock. It was like having two Jim's to deal with.
Oswald Cobblepot: You had been working for Don Falcone for a year now and felt utterly alone in the mobster filled world you now lived in. Falcone mostly had you working around his house so you were happy you weren't getting shot at. One day you heard a shuffling noise coming from the hallway. You walked out of the kitchen to see what was causing the noise. You saw a man about your age walking down the hallway with a cane, approaching you slowly.
"Excuse me, miss. You seem to be blocking my path." He said with what looked like a fake smile.
You became nervous at how confident he was. "I - I'm sorry, sir. I had just wanted to see if everything was okay."
He was confused, but you couldn't tell whether it was because of your nervousness or the fact that you were being nice to him.
"Oh," he started now much nicer. "I'm fine, thank you miss..." He trailed off.
"(Y/l/n)." You said having regained your confidence. "(Y/n) (y/l/n) and you are?"
"Oswald Cobblepot. It was pleasure to meet you Ms. (Y/l/n), but I must be on my way." He began to walk away before turning back around. "I'm do hope we see each other again soon."
Edward Nygma: It was your first day working as the new medical examiner for the GCPD and you were beginning to get a little bored staying back there by yourself. After the newest body had been brought to the examination room, you walked to your desk to drink some of your water and put on some new gloves. You could hear the door opening on the other side of the room and figured it was probably the forensic scientist that you had heard so much about. You cleared your throat to get his attention since his back was facing you.
He turned around startled. "I am so sorry to disturb you miss. I just wanted to see if you needed any help with the body." He looked down.
"You know what," you said after some thought. "I would love some company. It gets pretty lonely back here." You gave him a warm smile.
"Edward Nygma," he said extending his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you." He gave you an adorably dorky smile.
"(Y/n) (y/l/n)." you said shaking his hand.
"Before we begin," he said suddenly very nervous. "Do you like riddles?"
"Are you kidding?" You said grinning. "I love riddles!"
Harvey Dent: You had decided to help your friend Jim Gordon with the Wayne murder case and we're on your way to meet some A.D.A that was going to help. As you approached Jim, you could already see him talking to someone already. As you got closer, you noticed how handsome this man was. He was extremely attractive, but there was something in him that screamed danger. It was like there was another side of him that you couldn't put your finger on.
"(Y/n)," Jim said when you finally got there. "Nice of you to join us. I would like you to meet Harvey Dent. He's the A.D.A that will be helping us with case."
"Nice to meet you, Harvey." You said smiling at him. "I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)."
He shook your hand with a gorgeous, pearly white smile on his face. "Nice to meet you as well, Ms. (Y/l/n). I look forward to seeing more of you in the future." He winked as he pulled his hand away causing you to blush.
Jerome Valeska: It was your first day at Arkham Asylum and you were beyond pissed. As you walked into the common room, you noticed a ginger boy staring at you from one of the tables. As you sat down at an empty table near the window, you could hear footsteps approaching you. You turned around and saw the ginger boy sitting across from you.
"Hi Jerome. I'm gorgeous." He said confidently before realizing what he had said.
You stifled a laugh. "Uh... I'm not Jerome." You turned back towards the window.
"Goddamn it! I meant to say 'Hi gorgeous. I'm Jerome.'" He yelled desperately. He walked around the table to sit next to you.
"Listen," you said still holding back laughter. "I don't know what you want, but I want no part in it."
"All I wanted to see is if you wanted to maybe start a partnership..." He trailed off.
"A partnership? The fuck you mean partnership?" You were still laughing a bit, but you also wanted to see what he was talking about.
"I mean, you're obviously gonna need protection in here and I could be that protection." He said having finally recovered from his earlier embarrassment.
You considered his offer for a moment before answering. "Fine." You said flatly. "We'll go along with your little 'partnership'. Name's (y/n). (Y/n) (y/l/n). Nice to meet you Jerome. Or should I call you gorgeous?"
He smirked at you. "Very funny. Nice to know I got to you first, (y/n)." He said putting his arm around your shoulder.
Victor Zsasz: You were a well known assassin working for Don Falcone and were on your your way to meet him for information about your next job. Falcone had told you that this time someone would be helping you. You weren't happy, but you weren't angry either. Upon your arrival, you noticed a bald man with no eyebrows sitting next to Don Falcone at the table. He gave you the creeps more than the monsters from your childhood. You took a seat opposite Falcone and the bald guy. You managed to go through the whole meeting without learning his name and from what you could tell about him, he seemed like a bit of an asshole. After Falcone had left, you were alone with the man. The room was dead silent as you packed up your things until you finally spoke.
"We should meet on Friday to get the job taken care of." You said not making eye contact.
He gave you a short laugh. "Why so eager to get it done? Don't you take pleasure in taking your time?"
“I prefer getting it done so I can move on.” You found it sick how he revelled in torture and the pain of others. “You have my number so call me on Friday.”
As you walked away, he asked “Why don't you at least tell me your name?”
“(Y/n) (y/l/n). And you are?” You said flatly.
“Victor Zsasz. I look forward to working with you, Ms. (Y/l/n).” He smirked mischievously. You rolled your eyes and walked away, happy to finally be leaving.
