Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Nineteen - Mine

The next morning was not a pleasant start; I was awoken to Jim ushering me out of bed as he told me he had to go to work.

I stretched my limbs out, pouting as I looked up at him, "Let me stay; I have nowhere else to go."

He shook his head, glaring over the darkened bruises that had formed over night on my chest and face.

I sighed, leaning back and spreading my body across the bed, smiling subtly at Jim as he watched me.

"Get up, and get out!" Jim ordered, buttoning his shirt.

"I've got nowhere to go!" I reminded him, crawling down the bed towards him and fiddling with the tie around his neck, "Please? I'll be good."

He grabbed my hands firmly, leaning closer towards me, "I don't care where you go. I don't care if you sleep on the streets - just aslong as you're not with me." His voice was cold and stern; and so were his eyes as he stared back into mine.

I had little but a tear in my eye as I nodded my head, obliging his request as I got myself dressed and left as quickly as I could.

My arms were once again freezing as I strolled down the streets in the morning air; the sun was high and the birds were chirping, all ruined by randomers yelling at each other from across the road.

Sighing, I decided to seek warmth in a little bar that stood just under the overhead railway.

"Fancy seeing you here." A familiar voice said as I sat down.

I whipped my head in their direction and found Victor sitting beside me. I smiled gently, "Victor."

He smiled back; ugh, his smile! So cute! "How's things? I like to come here sometimes when I need a break." He explained, passing me his drink.

"Things are... different." I replied, taking a taste, "What are you doing in this part of Gotham?" I wondered, figuring that Jeremiah lived on the complete opposite side of the city.

Victor shrugged, "I live here."

"Oh..." I paused, feeling surprised; I hadn't even thought about his living situation, "I just assumed... maybe... you lived near Jeremiah, or something."

He shook his head, chuckling.

"Anyway..." I giggled, blushing as I looked down, "Er, I didn't have the best of days yesterday..."

"I know." He replied, "I was there."

At first I was confused but then I realised Victor was talking about the whole drama with the GCPD and Jeremiah, which had happened earlier that day.

"No," I said, shaking my head, "I mean... I slept with Jim Gordon."

I felt my heart sink as I noticed something leave in Victor's eyes. He looked away and avoided my sight for a good moment or two, and I felt like I'd completely screwed things up.

"Why?" He finally questioned, turning back to me.

"I hate him!" I was quick to reply, trying my best to get him to understand, "See, Jim Gordon killed my brother. Well, my other brother, Jerome - Jeremiah's twin. And, so, I'm going to kill him for revenge. But... I, er... need to get close to him first? I guess? It's all part of the plan, don't worry..."

To my surprise, Victor nodded, his expression deep in thought as he said, "I'll help."

"You will?!" I exclaimed, my face lighting up with delight.

"Yes, I will." He replied, taking my hand in his, "I don't want you to sleep with Jim Gordon ever again. Now, come with me. I've got a plan."

I agreed to his words as I left the bar with him.