Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Sixteen - The Blood Of A Bad Man

A couple of days had passed since that altercation with Jeremiah. Oddly, he's seemed to actually be nice towards me afterwards.

I was blindly wandering around in the city that day, my mind as blank as a sheet of a paper, as I strolled down the dusty streets.

Taking little notice to the numerous of burglers and criminals I'd passed, I carried on my stride as I began to accept that I just may never get revenge over Jerome's death.

With Jeremiah in control, I wouldn't be able to go after Jim Gordon.

I sighed, watching a quiet club building with curiosity before deciding to take a look inside.

The place wasn't too shabby; a few crystal chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling, the walls caked in an icy blue interior, with lush seating darted everywhere.

"Hey cutie, what can I get ya?" A woman cooed, and as I turned to face the voice I found myself frozen in shock.

Standing in front of me was a charming, foxy lady with blonde hair which lay in curls upon her shoulders, and a smile to die for.

"Bee!" I beamed, hugging her tightly in my arms as I blinked in disbelief, "You look amazing!"

"Well of course, honey." She grinned, pulling away as she showed of her curves in her white form-fitting dress and high heels, "Didn't I tell ya running was a good idea?"

I smiled as I thought back to the breakout at the Asylum, nodding in response, "You did... but that's not why I left."

"It's not?" She questioned as we sat down together, sinking in to the cooling sensation of the black leather booth.

I chuckled, eyeing the champayne on the table, "No, I wasn't going to leave, remember?" 

"Then why did you? I mean, you are here, aren't you? I'm not daydreaming?" Bee replied, watching me with her dazzling eyes.

"Nope, not daydreaming." I confirmed with a giggle before continuing, "Er, Oswald Cobblepot actually came to get me. He said that my brother had organised the whole breakout thing." I said, speaking non-chalantly as I took a sip from the glass Bee had poured.

"Oh, wow, no kidding." She breathed, taking a sip from her glass also.

"Who's this?" A tall lady dressed in a dark leather attire asked, walking up to the booth with a questionable look upon her face.

"Mm!" Bee pitched up, standing from the table as she moved towards the lady, "Jemma, meet Tabitha, my business partner. Tabby, this is my good friend, Jemma." She smiled, introducing the two of us to one another.

I gave a short smile as I stood up.

"Huh, so this is Jemma." Tabitha said, folding her arms across her chest as she looked me up and down, "You're a lot smaller than what I'd imagined."

I ignored her comments as I snapped my head back to Bee, "Business partner?!"

"Ah, yes!" Bee's eyes lit up as she gestured to the walls around us, "This club is mine."

"Ours." Tabitha corrected, still watching me with darkened eyes.

Wow, Bee definitely was doing good for herself since the Arkham breakout. How had she managed to ger her hands on this place? "That's sick!" I exclaimed, taking in the alluring atmosphere of the room.

Just then, the doors swung open and all our eyes darted to see a familar man standing there; Jim Gordon.

I clenched my jaw in frustration, seriously?! Couldn't I go a single day without drama? I wondered.

"What do you-" I began, only to be interrupted by Bee.

"Jim!" She beamed, striding over to him with open arms as she seemed happy to see him, "Well, how'd you like the place?" She asked, grinning widely as she awaited his opinion.

I saw Jim notice me, and once his eyes laid upon mine, he refused to let go and look elsewhere.

"Jemma." He mumbled, taking a breath before walking closer towards me, ignoring Bee entirely.

Shit. I didn't know what to do. Should I run? Should I stay? Should I beat him to the ground? I just didn't know.

"I didn't expect to find you here," He said, finally standing just two feet away from me. His voice was dull and rusty with a professional edge to it, "But I'm glad to meet you. Maybe now we can discuss the breakout at Arkham Asylum?"

Fuck.

"I don't know anything about the breakout." I lied, watching Bee stiffen from beyond Jim's shoulder.

"Well that's crap, you and I both know that." Jim said, glaring into me as he questioned me again, "Tell me what happened. A little birdy told me your brother was behind it?"

Sighing, I looked down and nodded slightly, "Okay, yes, I'll admit to that. But the rest - I don't know. I don't know why, or how, I just don't know. Alright?!"

"She's telling the truth, Jim." Bee spoke up, her smile completely disappeared from her face as we looked over to her, "If she knew of her brothers' plans; she would've told me."

I nodded in response as Jim turned his gaze back to me.

"You wouldn't mind saying that down at the precinct, then." He said, to my surprise, as he suddenly gripped my arm roughly, dragging me with him towards the exit.

"Hey, what's with the grabbing?!" I squirmed in his grip as I noticed the girls get out their weapons from the corner of my eye as we passed them, "I told ya what I know!"

Bee shouted, "Let her go, Jim!", holding a dagger in her hand as her friend wielded a sword.

Their support for me came as a shock. I don't think I'd ever had anyone stick up for me like that before. Apart from Jerome, of course.

"Stay back, Bee." Jim countered, taking out his gun and aiming it at her, "You know how this works."