There you were. Standing on a bus which seemed to be carrying the whole damn city of Gotham. Fantastic. This sight made you instantly fill with dread. You were having second thoughts about leaving but it was too late to turn back now.
You started to shakily walk to the back of the bus. There was not a seat in sight. You were feeling faint and needed one if you did not want to end up on the ground. You made do with what you had. You grabbed onto one of the poles for a sense of stability and clung to it desperately. Your breath began to pick up rapidly. You remembered something. You frantically dug into your purse to pull out the small, laminated card that you brought with you. You proceded to whisper the sentences off of the card. "Five things I see." These things consisted of the silver pole next to you, the piece of gum on the floor that you were cautious not to step on, the man in front of you who was sleeping, the red LED sign in the front of the bus listing the multiple stops, and the bus driver. "Four things I can feel." These things were your soft baby pink phone case, the lace on your dress, the leather strap of your purse, and your hair tickling the side of your face. "Three sounds I hear." This was the easiest thing for you to list. People talking, a crying child, and the sudden halts of the bus. "Two things I smell." B.o, massive b.o, you thought to yourself. You let out a giggle and smiled. And exhaust coming from the bus. You took a deep breath. "And one thing I can taste." You said finishing off your list. You ran your tongue across your teeth. Mint toothpaste.
Just as you finished, the bus driver yelled "Sirens nightclub." You smiled, so happy to be out of the crowded bus and into an open space. You walked towards the door to get off of the bus. The clicks of your high heels following behind you.
"This is it," you said to yourself. You were standing right outside of the famous Sirens night club. You mustered up as much courage as you could and walked right in. A small amount of confidence in your step.
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Goodnight Gotham.
FanfictionIt's surprising what people wish for, secretly, deep down. A Jervis Tetch X Reader.