Mutt (Gotham X Reader)

|Chapter Three|

I remember a time when I was excited to wake up. That was a long time ago when I was a simple child, never having faced hardship. Sometimes, I long for those days so much that I can hardly breathe.

Right now, I stand face-to-face with a figure of my past. He showed up when everything changed for me.

Carmine Falcone: an intimidating figure who bears authority with grace. He was a sort of father figure to me after my mother died when I was only ten.

"Hello, my dear. I'm glad to see you're finally awake," he says in his characteristically low voice.

I smile, "Hello, Don Falcone." Then, I look around, trying to see if Victor is present. I don't see him.

"You've been missing for some time."

My ears droop, "I know."

"The Waynes missed you terribly."

"I missed them too. How are they?" I venture, curious to see how my adoptive family is doing.

He hesitates, and I can tell by his expression that something horrible has happened.

"The Waynes were murdered."

I inhale sharply, shocked. "No, they can't be!"

"Bruce survived, but Thomas and Martha are no longer with us," he places his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. 

"They can't be dead. . ."

"Y/n, I am so sorry for your loss."

"You didn't have anything to do with it?"

He shakes his head, "No, I did not."

A tear slips down my cheek as I process this information. My adopted parents are dead, but Bruce is still alive.

"I should've been here, I should have protected them!"

"There was nothing you could do."

I exhale and close my eyes. My tail tucks tightly against my legs and my ears droop against my head, an expression of my sadness.

"May I inquire into your appearance?"

"I-I'd rather not talk about it. . ."

He nods, "Alright. If you don't mind, I can't have you helping Jim, so will you stay here until that is all sorted out?"

"Of course, Falcone," I bow my head out of respect.

"Victor is in the kitchen."

"Thank you," I say before slowly making my way to the kitchen.

A young woman, whom I don't know, mixes some sort of batter in a large bowl as Victor watches her intently. I recognize Barbra, who's tied up and sitting in a chair. 

"I thought Jim shipped you off?" I address her as she glares up at me. 

"You working for them now?" 

I shrug, "Not exactly."

"Blondie here came to plead for Jim Gordon's life, which was a stupid move if you ask me," Victor chimes in. 

"No one asked you," Barbra says slowly, but we ignore her. 

"Yeah, that's pretty dumb," my eyes glint mischief as she glares at me.

I focus my attention on the other girl, "I don't believe we've been introduced, I'm Y/n Wayne."

"Liza," she says, not turning away from her baking. 

I go sit on the island beside where Vic leans. We sit in silence for the most part until he brings up my appearance.

"What's with the ears and tail?"

I hum thoughtfully, "You know, stuff happens."

"Looks cool."

I smile, "Thanks."

He looks me over before continuing, "You've changed."

I scoff, looking pointedly to my tail.

"I mean, you killed without hesitation. The old Y/n never would have done that," he smirks faintly.

"I know I've changed. It's been two years," I say coldly, wishing he hadn't brought it up. "A lot can happen in two years, especially where I was."

Silence resumes and it's not long before Liza's muffins are done baking. 

Vic inhales the sweet scent, "Those muffin's smell good."

I nod, licking my lips in anticipation. Maybe she'll share?

She walks past us with the steaming tray, "None for you, creeps."

Zsasz just grins widely, causing me to chuckle. 

"She can have one, if she wants," Liza addresses Barbra.

"No thanks," she replies shakily.

Suddenly, Funkytown starts playing. I smirk as Vic answers his phone. He stares at the captive and then says, "What a shame."

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