Sunlight lit up my hood causing a bright red aurora to pierce my closed eyes. I threw off the hood in frustration.
"Morning" Jim said, giving an annoyingly happy smile. Then took a sip of his coffee. He was leaned up against the wall between the living room and kitchen.
"Morning" I groaned, rolling over and covering my face within the couch. The smell of lavender flooded my squished nose.
"Are you gonna sleep all day?" he asked
"I'm sure gonna try" I said. My face was still pressed into the couch and the sound of my voice was muffled.
"Well... I'll just eat the bacon myself then" he said. I rolled my eyes and pulled my face from the couch. It was very bright
"There she is!" he said in a game show host voice. I did a really fake smile and walked toward the kitchen. There, sat a plate of bacon! I sat down at the table plucking a piece of the top. Jim walked in taking a seat across from and setting down his coffee. He just smirked, his same smirk, as he did before. His smile made me want to smile but I simply was not a morning person.
"How did you know I liked bacon?" I asked before taking a bite.
"Who doesn't like bacon" he said taking a piece and taking a bite. I took a bite.
"True" I said. We both chuckled.
"Wait, don't you have a job?" I asked, kind of sarcastically. Jim laughed and checked his watch.
"Not for another half hour," he said.
"What time is it?!?" I asked.
"6:50, why?" he asked taking another sip of coffee.
"Im not used to seeing the sun till early afternoon..." I said.
"Why?" He questioned. I laughed.
"Buildings mostly. Downtown Gotham is very dark until about 1pm" I answered. Jim nodded. I then ate some more bacon. This was... Odd, but definitely something I could get used to. And I thought it was nice with Miss Mooney... Jim got a phone call.
"Gordon," he answered, then paused.
"I'll be right there," he said hanging up. Then Jim stood up, got his coat on and came over to me. He went to kiss me on the head, hesitated then did it anyway. I could tell he wasn't sure I'd be okay with it... I smiled to myself as he left for work. I never thought that someone that doesn't even know you can care about you so much.
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Gotham Streets
FanfictionGotham, a city of crime. the crime rate only growing, the police are are even protecting the mob. My name is Charlie, I'm a 14-year-old punk girl. born and self-raised on the streets of Gotham. living on my own or staying with others like me, I su...