dank gotham preferences!

the spill of the beans

secrets:

jim:
you've probably spilled all the beans already, and promised to never keep secrets from each other again. you even threatened jim telling him how u know he does that shit all the time and better keep the mf promise or you'll drop kick him.
but that stOP JIM GORDON??? no no it does not

Oswald:o

after oswald won the election and was now the mayor of gotham, you both sat in your shared large house, together drinking tea and chatting.
"im so proud of you oswald" you smiled oh so brightly at him, after all the bullshit hes been through to get where he is. he too smiled oh so brightly back.
"i couldnt have gotten here without you YN" he said sympathetically, you rose from your seat and walked to his end of the table.
"so your a big bad monster hunter now huh?" you giggled playing with his hair, "to protect my queen" he remarked looking smug, you laughed loudly.
"you know, out of this entire city, you are the only one i actually care about, i would do anything for you to be happy,i would burn down this city to the ground if you wanted to see   the bright lights" he said seriously, you smiled at him.it sounded like a metaphor but deep down you knew he wasn't lying.

Edward:

Both you and Ed were sitting around on his couch one evening reading case files and snooping in cases for fun. just the usual evening tbh. this was fun.
"ok heres one" Ed cleared his throat,
"this happend in 1924, A male named
Howard Ferland, was arrested for the murder of 26 women. most women were last spotted having a nice dinner with the suspect, but later went missing, the bodies were found in his home outside of the city, dressed in fashionable clothes and posed around his house in macabre positions.
The police couldn't understand why he would do this and he was excuted by lethal injection in 1926." he finished, you giggled darkly at the case, how odd.
"the man was lonely, thats why he kept them around in clothes in his house, he thought they would leave him.
he was probably abused or neglected by a close family relative, most likely his mother." you said flipping through the file in your hands.
"nice analysis" he complimented
"im a criminal psychologist." you mumbled. Ed turned to you quickly.
"what?" he asked
"didnt i tell you?"
"no."
"oh, musta slipped my mind, haha!" you laughed slapping the top of your head, "i have my masters in forensic psychology." you smiled back to him.
"a-and your working as a secretary?" he furrowed his eyebrows at you, you just shrugged, "maybe one day ill finish and work at Arkham i dont know" you said unsurely,
(eyebROW WIGGLES)

jerome:

It was currently 3 am and all throughout the penthouse not a mouse was scurrying or a prisoner was crying. and you and Jerome lay face to face in bed buried under piles of blankets and pillows in a large pillow fort. laying under it in the pitch blackness of your indoor campsite for teenage children.
"when i was 11, I let out my mothers snake in a clowns trailer and it ate the mans poodle." jerome whispered to you in the dark, you could barely see him but you felt him beside you. you giggled quietly.
" when i was 9 i killed my neighbours cat because she stole my bike" you smiled, he chuckled louder then you did.
"My mom once found my "test subjects" that i would dissect, in a box one time" he laughed again moving closer to you.  "she called me a sicko"
you laughed for a second at a memory, "when i was 12 there was this little bitch named sarah." you paused "i already hate her" he laughed and you continued.
"and it was winter time at the park, and it was just me and her and her little group of sluts and she was calling me names like usual, so i followed her to the top of the tallest slide, and i pushed her off the top of the slide and she broke her ankle." you laughed, "she never touched me again" you laughed loudly again with Jerome, "i used to make mice i found fight to the death" he whispered.
"me too." you yawned "and hamsters i had once"
you heard blankets shuffle as he moved even closer to you and planted a kiss on your cheek, then getting comfortable at your side.
"your sick." he whispered and you giggled.

victor:

this was in your early stage of friendship, and Victor was visiting  you one evening, you both sat around your table, talking and such.
you noticed little lined scars on his arms when he rolled his sleeves  up at one point in your talk.
"what are those?" you asked tilting your head at his arm. he followed your gaze "oh. these are my tally marks for each life ive taken" he deadpanned, Yns eyebrows raised at the statement, they counted them and even noticed the fresh cut marking another 5, You didnt think it disgusting or weird, you were actually impressed, "wow thats pretty cool" you said excitedly and victor smiled slightly, " your like a human hitman list" you joked awfully but he still laughed.