Mutt (Gotham X Reader)

|Chapter Eight|

I awaken in a burning rage. 

Glancing to my left, I find Jim splayed out on the floor beside me. I watch as his eyes open and he instantly sits up. At least we're not tied up,  I think as I stretch out my tired limbs.

He glances at me to make sure I'm okay. Slowly, I try to calm myself down a bit. I can't afford to lose my cool in front of Jim again. 

"Welcome everyone, now we can get started. See those two in the middle?" A voice over the intercom says.

I look around and find three people staring at Jim and I. Turning to Jim, I quip, "I guess we're the monkeys in the middle, eh?"

"The person that kills them, gets the job. It's as simple as that,"  the mysterious voice over the com states. 

I flash my teeth at the people surrounding us, "Who do I have to kill?"

"No one. They kill you."

I snort, "Good luck with that."

"Now!" 

"You don't have to do this! So far, none of you have committed a crime," Jim tries to convince them to back away.

They don't look like the negotiating type. 

"Sorry, Jimmy, I don't think your attempts are working. Good effort though," I pat him on the back as I stand.

He groans in frustration as they approach slowly.

I eye up the biggest threat and then launch myself into a fight. My fist connects with his nose, blood spurting from the impact. Before he can recover, I knee him in the stomach, successfully winding him. Then I punch him again.

With a grin, I wrap my hands around a large hardcover dictionary. I slam the heavy book over his head, knocking him out. 

Turning to see how Jim is doing, I see that he's fighting off two of the crazies. I leap in to assist him.

Unfortunately, one of the assailants is able to punch me. Then, he grabs a computer and smashes it on my head. 

Reeling with pain and a lot of anger, I sweep his legs out from underneath and snarl as he lands in front of me. This guy's about to be in a world of pain. 

I slam my booted foot down, happily knocking him into oblivion. 

Jim is finished with his attacker, so I go stand beside him. "That wasn't too bad."

"I guess I have to do it myself."

I spin to face the newcomer, whose voice I recognize from the intercom. The man kicks me in the stomach, sending me to the floor in a huff.

Scrambling back, I barely avoid getting sliced by his sword. 

"I didn't know we were allowed swords," I whine, sending a book flying towards the man's head.

Richard Sionis, the man behind the craziness, easily dodges it. I growl in disappointment, red creeping around the edges of my vision. 

Jim intercepts Richard, tackling him to the ground in order to wrestle the weapon from his hands. I snatch a stapler from the nearest desk and chuck it at him. It connects with the back of his head, making him rage even more. He tosses Jm off and faces me.

His rage is no match for mine.

I drop to the floor, avoiding the wide sweep of his sword, and search for a weapon. My hand lands on a solid steel bar.

Wow, what are the chances? 

I count my lucky stars as I deflect his sword with the bar. Sparks fly as I smash the bar against his sword, making it launch from his hands. 

Jim takes the opportunity to grab the sword as I hit Richard on the back with the rod. Then, Jim pins him against a desk, raising the sword to finish him off. 

My vision is painted in shades of red as I howl for him to do it. "Kill him, Jim!"

He drops the sword to the ground. The sound of metal clattering against cement fills the void of silence. "No, he's going to jail."

I huff angrily until my vision returns to normal. Then, I shake my head and sigh. "We did good, Jimmy."

He nods, unfazed by my behaviour.

"GCPD!" 

I turn to the door as Commissioner Essen walks in, followed closely by Harv and a slew of other policemen.

I'm just about to make a smart remark about their timing, but Essen shouts, "Get down!"

I obey instantaneously and does Jim. We drop to the floor as a gunshot roars. 

Standing, I look back and see Richard laying on the ground. He's bleeding from the shoulder where Essen shot him. 

"Thanks," Jim and I say at the same time.

She looks to me in confusion, "Who's this?"

"She's with me," Jim inputs as I nod. "I'm glad you came," Jim starts talking with her as I make my way to Harvey.

"You know, you used to have more common sense," he chastises.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, and you used to have a slimmer waist line." 

"Touché," he replies as I smirk.

"Besides, you always have my back, Harv."

"Hey, one of these days I won't make it in time, so don't go doing stupid stuff all the time."

I shake my head, "Sure, Harv."

Patting him on the back, I move past him and make my way home. 

~

The manor smells like heaven, the aroma of dinner making my mouth water with anticipation. I walk into the kitchen to find Alfred making my favourite meal.

"Ooh, my favourite!" I cheer, leaning against the doorway.

"You're back," he says with a relieved expression.

"I said I'd be, didn't I?"

He takes in my rugged appearance, "Got in a fight, did ya?"

"Nothing we couldn't handle."

"'We'? As in Detective Gordon?"

"The one and only," I reply, sneaking a bite of the food. "Mm, that's good."

"Of course it is," he smirks.

I laugh, "Alf, your food is always the best. Anyways, I gonna get washed up."

"Supper'll be waiting when you're done."

I nod, "Great. See ya then."

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