Mutt (Gotham X Reader)

|Chapter Four|

Victor eyes Barbra without emotion as I watch on with interest. 

"Your lucky day," he says as he releases her from the chair but leaves her hands tied together. Then he jerks his head towards the door. She walks out slowly, followed by Victor and I. 

I stifle a laugh at the sight before me as we get to the main living area of the mansion. 

Jim and Harvey sit unarmed on the couch with multiple baddies pointing weapons at them. Falcone sits in front of them, calm as ever. 

"-fish food. . ." Harvey finishes his sentence then looks to us, apparently flabbergasted as we enter. 

Barbra doesn't dare to move, while I just stand a little to the side and cross my arms. Jim looks relieved to see his girlfriend and Harvey looks shocked.

"Okay, so it wasn't a bluff," Harv corrects himself. 

The Don addresses Jim, "I'm sorry if she was mistreated a bit, we needed to be sure she had nothing useful to tell us. Untie her, Victor."

Zsasz does as told, creepily staring her down as he does so. She dashes to Jim, whispering apologies as he holds her tightly.

"What am I going to do with you? By rights, you have to die."

Victor smiles broadly at this announcement but I frown. I really like Harvey, he's a good guy at heart who certainly doesn't deserve death. 

"Woah, hello, late for work. Quite an adventure, I'll be on my way," a man whom I didn't notice at first states as he departs.

"Such a waste though, Gotham needs men like you-both of you. Strong men with principles. I wish I could make you see that I'm not the enemy. The system's not the enemy. The enemy is anarchy," Carmine continues.

Victor stares between the prisoners and Carmine, clearly itching to punish - to kill. I watch intently, interest peaked. If Falcone was going to kill them, he wouldn't waste his breath.

"I told you that before, didn't I Jim?"

"Yes, you did."

"You didn't listen though."

Harvey butts in, "Do we get a last meal or a smoke or anything? Or just talk?" 

"But today you believed me," Carmine continues, ignoring Harvey. "You trusted my word, that's a good first step. Perhaps there's still hope for you..."

No one dares to breathe, uncertain if they heard correctly.

"Yes, go. Get out before I change my mind."

Victor looks to him in shock, as does everyone else. "Wait a minute," Victor complains.

"Quiet," at a word from his boss, he quiets.

"It's been a pleasure, Barbra. I do admire a brave woman."

"What's the catch?" 

"Jim, he said we could go, let's not haggle here," Harvey wisely inputs.

"What's the catch Mr. Falcone?"

"I want you to think about what I said. I want you to understand the truth. That's all I ask. The catch is, that someday soon you'll see I'm right. Now go."

They leave without another word. 

"I guess I can leave too then?" 

He turns to me and nods, "Yes, although you can stay here if you want."

"Thank you, Don Falcone," I limp towards the exit, "But I have to go somewhere."

"I understand."

I look back at Vic, "See ya Vicky."

"See ya," he smirks.

~

The statues rise high above me, intense and foreboding. Stone angels presiding over the dead. The sight is nauseatingly beautiful to me, reminding me of my own mortality. I've been in this graveyard before, although not in this area. 

I stop when I find the tombs that I searched for. 

Dropping to my knees, I place a rose upon the graves. "I'm sorry, Martha, Thomas . . . I should have been there."

Flashback

I step around graves, careful to leave the deceased undisturbed. Cold wind whips at me, but I do my best to ignore it. The grave before me is my mother's. My biological mother's. 

She left me here, in Gotham all alone. That is, until the Waynes adopted me. 

The words etched in stone are hard to read in the pale twilight. I sit in front of the gravestone as tears drip from my eyes.

My adoptive family doesn't know I'm here, if they did they'd probably freak out. So, I enjoy the peace. 

A gloved hand meets my shoulder, comforting me in my grief.

I know who it is without looking up.

"I'm sorry," he sits beside me.

"It's alright, I'm glad you tried."

He leans in and wraps me in his arms, "I'd do anything for you, muffin."

End Flashback 

I enter the GCPD and find Harvey and Jim talking by his desk. 

"Hey guys, I have a question for ya."

They look at me, "Huh, didn't expect you to be coming here anytime soon."

"Well, here I am. I was wondering if you have any place I could stay for a bit?"

Harv sighs, "Just go to Wayne Manor, Y/n."

"Wayne Manor?" Jim asks, confused.

"Y/n's the Wayne's adopted daughter. She went missing two years ago," Harv informs him. 

"Look at me, Harv. You think I wanna face them like this?"

He sighs again, "Y/n, you can't hide from them forever. Besides, you look great."

"Seriously?" I thrash my tail as if to disprove what he said.

He shrugs, "Besides that."

"I can take you," Jim volunteers.

Defeated, I say, "Thanks, Jim."

"Whenever you're ready."

I quickly hug Harvey, "See ya, Harv."

"Bye."

~

On the ride there, I sit in silence and run through different scenarios in my mind. What will they say? Will they be glad to see me?

He pulls up in front of the house, "Want me to walk you to the door?"

"Thanks, Jimmy, but I'm alright."

He nods, "Thanks for your help back at the precinct, by the way."

"No problem," I hop out of his car and wave as he drives away.

I proceed to knock on the door and impatiently await a response.