A couple of days had passed since my date with Victor, and things were going almost perfectly. I was probably the happiest I'd ever been... Well, no, that's a lie. The happiest moment in my life was by far when Jerome murdered our mother. But these few days came to a close second.
"Hey Freckles," Victor called from his bedroom - a little nickname he'd bestowed upon me. Something he'd thought of when we were in bed one night, and he was counting the freckles upon my face like stars in the night sky, "I've got it."
"Got what?" I asked as he came to me with a grin upon his face.
He smirked, "I've got the supplies we need to smoke out the GCPD."
I beamed, giving him a quick hug, "Great! Let's do this, where's your friends?"
"Friends?" Victor repeated, getting his gear together as he put on a utility belt full of smoke grenades and other unknown items.
"Yeah, you know, friends that'll help with this." I said, referring to the 'mission' we were taking.
Victor smiled, "Oh, Freckles." He said, stepping closer to me as he lowered his voice, "I don't need anyone else."
I smirked up at him, oh, I know you don't.
"You know what you've got to do." He whispered, gently pinching my side in a cheeky way as he stepped back.
I nodded, blushing as I got out my phone.
I waited whilst the phone rang, listening to the buzzing on the other end as I watched Victor pack his bag.
"Jemma," Jim spoke, finally answering the phone, "What do you want?"
"Oh, Jim, Jimmy," I mumbled, trying my best to speak in a slightly seductive tone of voice, "I enjoyed our night together, didn't you? Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to meet me?"
After a short pause, Jim replied, "I'm busy working." Before hanging up the phone call.
I sighed, looking down at the phone screen, "How rude." I muttered, shoving it back into my pocket.
"Bad news?" Victor questioned, his bag inhand as we were about to leave.
I smiled, "Oh, no, it was great news. He's at the GCPD." I exclaimed, gathering that Jim was working inside the precinct and not out on a job.
"Well then, let's go." Victor grinned, heading for the door as I followed shortly behind him.
As we walked out, I got a text from Selina telling me she needed to speak with me about something. I shrugged it off, getting into the car with Victor and focusing on our job at hand.
On the way to the precinct, I replied to Selina's text. I'd asked her what she needed to speak with me about.
She simply responded, "Bruce needs to see you."
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Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)
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