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Ah. Being that good girl that everyone just adores to no end, is really getting old to you. For years you've been Gotham's little sweetheart. You've dated Jim Gordon. Your parents mingled with The Wayne's. So you just had to hold up an image of something so perfect that it hurt sometimes. Your parents pushed you to be this perfect, little doll everyone would admire, just wishing to have a daughter as perfect as theirs.
Well you had enough. Of course you've always loved Jimbo. He was the only light in your dim, fake world. He kept your head above water and made sure you were loved. So now, maybe turning bad has really driven a wedge between you two. But now, you've got him right where you want him, tied to a chair as he snarls up at you with some unknown look on his face, making you fold your arms in humor from the mere sight. The Jim Gordon being compromised. It's rather funny.
"Hello Jimbo.... long time no see huh?" He shook his head as he continued to glare up at you, apart of you wanting to break down and cry just from that look alone. But the other part... well, she just wants some fun.
"You..." You stopped in your tracks at the tone of his voice, seeing that he can't even say your name. All he could mutter was you. Oh well. It's better than nothing you supposed.
"Yes. Me Jim. Little ole me. Remember? Your girlfriend for however many years. Until you decided to drop me because my parents simply couldn't handle you being in the picture. I lost it because of you...." Yes, he left you because your parents simply couldn't see you with him. To them, he wasn't perfect enough. And it made you sick. So eventually, he broke it off with you. And it broke you completely. You lost your light. Jim looked up at you with a little sigh escaping his lips, his glare gone from sight suddenly, seeming to be lost in thought while looking at you.
"(Y/N).... I didn't want to do that. But I had no choice. Your parents weren't exactly easy people. And they threatened my family. What was I supposed to do??" You looked at him surprised, never even knowing that little detail. Because no one bothered to tell you anything anyway. That's why in the end, you killed your parents. And with the help of one Mr. Zsasz of course.... They tormented you for years, made you feel like some plastic, little toy they could bend whenever they wanted. So you bended them. And filled them with plastic parts. And it was fun....
"Jim... I'm sorry. But don't you understand?? You leaving, about killed me. Killed me!!" He looked up at you with his eyes drawn together tightly, an unknown look flashing across his face as he simply shook his head, making you step down a tad. It's not like you were going to hurt him anyway. You couldn't. Ever.
"I loved you (Y/N). And I still do. That's another reason I left like I did. Because they also threatened to hurt you if I didn't. And I didn't want anything happening to you because of me." You stepped back like someone had just pushed you full force, your eyes wide, your heart racing. They did everything in their power to ruin you, break you, control you. Destroy you. And it worked. It really, really worked. But knowing the truth after so long of being in the darkness of their shadow, is somehow a comfort...
