Gotham Imagines Book

[•Jim Gordon•]

Title: Coffee, Jim, & Sanity
Character(s): Jim Gordon x reader
Warnings: None
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One word: Coffee. Coffee is the thing I look forward to every morning; it's the reason I wake up once my alarm clock goes off, it's the only thing that keeps me sane during the day.

I can't forget the other major reason I wake up early, and that also keeps me sane during the day. His name is Jim Gordon. Detective Jim Gordon.

He was staring out the window; peering down at the gloomy city beneath us. I poured his preferred coffee into a cup: plain black coffee, no sugar, no creamer, not even a drop of milk.

I walked up to him, and handed him his cup, and he gladly accepted it. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and placed a chaste kiss to the middle of his bare back.

Even with my arms wrapped around him, I felt safe. I felt as if nothing in this horrid, death filled city could touch me, or hurt me, when Jim was around.

I could hear him gulp down the dark brown liquid, and let out a content sigh. He sat the cup down on the side table, and turned around in my arms.

I looked up at him; and he looked down at me. He placed a long, yet gentle kiss to my lips, making me smile half way through.

"Can I tell you something?" he whispered up against my lips, and I nod my head, "I love you, Y/N/N." he says, and kisses my head.

"I love you too, James." I replied back, and he places his forehead up against mine; It was like one of those scenes in those cheesy movies.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really do love you." he says, and I smile.

"And I'm serious too, Jimbo."

He chuckles, and picked my left hand up, and started messing with my engagement ring.

"You are the only thing in Gotham that keeps me sane. You're my light in this dark city—" he began to say,

"You bring life into this death filled city. And you are the kindest, most gentle human being, I have ever met. Some days I feel like quiting my job, but I look into your eyes, and I realize I need to keep you safe." he says and intertwines our fingers together.

He began to place gentles kisses to each of my knuckles, and made his way to my face.

"The only reason I'm still sane, is because of you. I love you, Y/N. I feel like I don't tell you enough how much I love you, or how beautiful and magnificent you are." he says, and tear rolls down my cheek; but he catches it before it left a streak mark.

"Oh, James. I-I love you so much." I say and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

"You and coffee, keep me sane." I whisper up against his lips, and he let out a laugh.
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