Gotham One-shots

Dream (Selina x reader)

One: I'm not dead XD
Two: WHEEEE THIS IS MY FIRST LGBTQ+ ONE-SHOT!

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(Your POV)

It's dark.

And I'm right on the middle Mark-- standing on the ledge of a building.

My best friend, Selina, with me. We were tiers of everything that rides below the surface.

I would watch from a distance.

...Flashback...

Mom and dad were just found... dead, that is.

I don't know where to go, if I go home, I'd be thrown into the orphanage... I can't have that.

So, I decided to live on the streets- with the 20 bucks in my pocket and the clothing on my bac.

It had been a month or so when I met her- Selina Kyle, "Cat" they would call her.

She's gorgeous- short, curly hair; Her eyes out gleam the moon; her leather jacket fit her perfectly.

I had been introduced to her when, my only friend, Ivy invited me over one day, and when I got there, so was Selina.

We hit it off- and I may have grown attached... romantically.

...Welcome to the present...

Back then, we were little, but now we're seventeen.

I'm shorter than most- even her, even though she's short too.

We both had dreams, of being golden on top- she had painted that image in my head- back then I didn't care. There's many more colors there than what I can see. Gotham is dark, gloomy.

She suddenly mutters, breaking me out of my thoughts, "we are all living in a dream."

I looked at her, her avoiding my gaze, "but life ain't what it seems--"

She cut me off, "oh, everything's a mess!"

I was shocked... she yelled at me... she never yells.

She continued, calming herself,"all these sorrows I have seen- the rape, murder... my parents- they lead me to believe--"

I cut her off this time, "everything is a mess... but," I paused, she rose an eyebrow at this, "I wanna dream."

Her eyes softened, "I wanna dream," she repeated after me.

I held back my tears, croaking out "l-leave me... to dream."

And- just like that, she hopped roof to roof- She was gone.

...le timeskip; brought to you by ANGSSST...

I was lying in my old bedroom- the house my parents were murdered in- dust gathered everywhere.

I was clutching a pillow, more dust flowing into my nostrils.

Tears... tears were staining the poor, old pillow.

The Pretty Lights blinding me.

When I'm alone, I talk to myself, I just say whatever I'm thinking.

"In the eyes of the teenage Crystal, all the prettiest of lights that hang the hallways of the home, and the cries of strangers out at night, they don't keep me up at night. I keep the curtains closed."

I mentally said 'screw it!' and headed up to Selina's favorite hangout area..

As stupid as it may sound, I miss her- even though I asked her to leave.

When I got on the roof of the main building across Chinatown... no one else was there.

My heart was panging in my chest.

I sat at the ledge- picturing Selina with me, holding my hand.

The words of our fight recited themselves in my head, what I didn't know, at first,  I was saying it aloud.

"We all are living in a dream. But life ain't what it seems. Oh, everything's a mess. And all these Sorrows that I've seen, they lead me to believe that everything's a mess... but I want to dream. I want to dream. Leave me to dream."

I fell to the floor, my knees scrunching up to my face, said face now bured.

I cried, muttering, "idiot! stupid, stupid, stupid!"

I suddenly felt a hand softly press up against my cheek, the person's thumb under my chin, raising my face, our eyes meeting...

...Selina.

She spoke, "I know all your reasons to keep me from seeing," she paused.

Shit. She must know.

My breath hitched as she continued, "everything is actually a mess. From leaving, I've learned that all of us were only dreaming."

Being separated from her, I've come to the conclusion that: "everything's a mess."

We are all living in a dream.
But life ain't what it seems.
Oh, everything's a mess.

She smiled, pulling me to my feet, her arms wrapped around me.

I muttered, "all these sorrows I have seen have led me to believe that everything's a mess."

"But I wanna dream," we said in a unison.

I continued, "I want to dream."

She chuckled, "leave us to dream."

And with that, she sealed her promise- to love me back- with a kiss.