Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Seventeen - Detective Jim Gordon

I sighed, resting my neck as we took a break; Detective Jim Gordon had just about finished questioning me before leaving me to my thoughts in the empty interrogation room.

All I could hear was the subtle electricity running in the bright lights above as my wrists dangled in the handcuffs attached to the table - stopping me from escaping.

Again, I felt like a caged animal, to some extent.

My eyes traced the lacy floral pattern on my navy peplum top before noticing a stain. The darkened ink dripped fown the material, the reminiscence of some randomers' blood.

After a short while, I started to hear the disruption of chaos outside.

The noise of officers shouting at one another, ordering them to take action, as others damaged property filled the precinct.

I wondered what was happening out there, before the door suddenly opened.

And there, of course, stood Jeremiah.

"Ugh." I scoffed, hanging my head low and avoiding eye contact as he stepped into the room.

"Well I'm glad to see you, too, sister." He said lowly, the click-clacking of his shoes hitting the cold floor as he strided over towards me.

I barely looked up before I was met with the firm whip of his backhand across my face.

Jim took a step closer from the corner of the room as I breathed deeply, glaring at my 'brother'.

"You realise that you've done nothing but cause me trouble since you got here?!" He proclaimed, his palms on the table as he watched me.

I thought about speaking back to him, mentioning how it was him that got me out of Arkham Asylum in the first place, and how I never even wanted to be with him.

But I decided to think against it, as I spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry."

God knows I lied.

I saw a smirk appear upon Jeremiah's face as he cautiously clasped my face in his hands, "When we get home, Jemma, you will do exactly what I say. And that's nothing. I want you to do nothing but stand in the corner of the room until I tell you otherwise. Or... you could always find somewhere else to live."

Tension building up inside me, I clenched my jaw tightly as I thought deeply to myself. I mean, he was giving me an option here. I could actually find somewhere else to live. I know that's not what he wanted to hear, and I was unsure how he'd react, but I decided to see how things'd turn out.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer." I finally said through tear-filled eyes, "I'll find somewhere else to live."

Jeremiah's eyes turned from a bright blue to a darkened black very quickly as he retracted his palms from my cheeks, an anger woken inside him as he turned on his heel and stormed away.

I noticed Victor waiting for him outside as he left the room, and yet I felt a feeling of betrayal.

A few hours had passed and I was just hovering around in the precinct after learning that Jeremiah had made a deal with Jim to get me unarrested.

I still hadn't forgotten what Jim had done, though; to Jerome. I was just waiting for the right time to strike, and I knew the time hadn't arrived yet.

"What are you doing later tonight?" I casually asked, twirling my fingers across Jim's desk as he sat in his chair looking over papers, "Maybe I could come round?"

Now that I'd moved out of Jeremiah's guest bedroom, I was officially homeless and needed some place to crash. I'd considered phoning up Selina, and seeing if she'd take me back. But I thought, maybe if I got close to Jim... maybe my plan would work afterall.

"Come on, how about we have some fun, huh?" I continued, biting my lip as my fingers twirled up his arm, "You don't want me sleeping on the streets, do ya?"

"Jemma," He eventually spoke, gently taking my hand off him as he looked up to me, "I'm not running an inn. You should've stayed with your brother if you didn't want to sleep on the streets."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, fixing my posture as I hastily left.

Outside the sky had turned to a midnight blue, with streetlights brightening the walkways as I wrapped my arms around myself in attempt to keep warm.

My arms were naked to the icy wind, which hit like a bullet as I walked the dampened streets, not taking any notice to the random groups of violent men either beating someone up or robbing them, or both.

Until I turned the wrong corner...