Mutt (Gotham X Reader)

|Chapter Nineteen|

I race to the hospital as fast as I can, the words echoing in my mind. 

Alfred's been stabbed.

Disbelief courses through my veins even though I know Jim isn't lying. Someone attacked Alfred, most likely his old army friend. 

Enraged, I dash through the hospital corridors until I find Alfred's room. Jim is the first to spot me as I approach.

"Alfred?" I ask, stepping to his bedside. 

Bruce comes to hug me as I stare down at the butler. He breathes through a tube and his eyes are closed. Tears prick at my eyes as I witness his helpless state. 

"Y/n," Bruce cries as I hug him tight. 

I stroke his hair, "It'll be fine, Bruce."

Turning my head to face Jim, I ask, "Do you know who did this?"

Jim shakes his head. 

Before I can reveal who I suspect did this horrible thing, I think about what Alfred would want. I shut my mouth because I know he wouldn't want the police after Reggie Payne. 

But, that won't stop me from getting some revenge.

I make to leave the room, but Jim stops me, "Y/n, you should stay with Bruce." He adds in a whisper, "He needs you right now."

He's right, and I know it. Suppressing my rage, I lead Bruce to the two chairs beside Alfred's chair and we sit. 

"Alfred'll be okay, I know he will," I say, for Bruce's sake as well as my own. 

~

"Cafeteria doesn't have a great selection, but I got you a bagel," Jim says as he reenters the hospital room. He hands the brown paper bag to Bruce.

Alfred awoke not too long ago, seemingly doing just fine for having been stabbed. 

"Thanks," Bruce replies, accepting the bag. 

"Nothing for the invalid?" Alfred questions.

Jim quickly looks at his phone, "Sorry- hospital food only, doctor's orders. How you feeling?"

"Had a slight puncture. Leaked a bit."

Jim frowns and nods, "So, I know last night must have been a blur, but do you have any idea who did this?"

"It was-" Bruce starts to say but Alfred cuts him off.

"Dark. It was very dark. Saw a shadow and my saviour Bruce leaning over me," Alf looks to us pointedly. I keep my mouth shut. 

"Did you get a look at the guy?"

"No," Bruce replies.

Jim's phone vibrates again, "Sorry. My captain keeps calling."

"It's fine, Detective. Just-just go."

"No, I can stay."

"I really appreciate you sitting with Master Bruce, but as you can see, I'm completely fine."

Jim sighs in defeat, "All right. I'll try and stop by later."

"Thank you again for coming, Detective," Bruce stands.

Jim smiles at him and nods at me, placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder before walking out. Bruce turns to me and Alfred, "Why not tell him the truth?"

"Well, believe it or not, Master Bruce, Reggie's a mate. And you don't set coppers on your mates, do you?"

"But he nearly killed you," Bruce argues. 

"I served with that bastard. Anyone sorts him out, it's me, nobody else. It wouldn't be right."

I suppress my burning anger and simply say, "I can sort him out."

"No," he glares at me, "You won't. I'll deal with him."

I grumble and cross my arms as Bruce asks, "Why would he stab you?"

"That's a bloody good question. And one," he detaches himself from wires, "And one I need to find out."

He tries to get off the bed, but I place a hand on his shoulder, stopping him, "Alfred, you're not going anywhere until you heal."

"No, I-"

"That's an order," Bruce sternly chimes in. 

I nod and watch in satisfaction as he gives up and lays back down.

"I won't go after him if you really don't want me to," I say, even though everything in me wants to get payback. 

He shakes his head, "Good. I don't want you near him."

I frown, unhappy with the answer. But, I am a woman of my word, so I won't be going after Reggie. . . yet.

Bruce and I sit back down and it's not long before Alfred falls asleep. Bruce has a book, and he starts reading aloud.

I stand up, "Bruce, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go. I need to check in with someone. Is that alright?"

He nods, "Of course. Thanks for being here."

"Anytime Bruce. Granted, let's hope none of us get stabbed again anytime soon, though."

He cracks a smile as I ruffle his hair and begin my journey to the GCPD.

~

I get to the precinct to see Jim and Harvey at it again. Although this time there's no guns involved. 

"-my Cobblepot didn't come back," Harvey finishes his statement, staring intently at Jim.

"Dammit, Harvey," Gordon says, looking out over the precinct.

I come to stand with them, "Seems like I came at a good time."

"Y/n, shouldn't you be with Bruce and Alfred?"

I shrug, "Hospitals unnerve me." My tail twitches underneath my coat as I remember where I was for two years.

"He doing okay?" Harv asks me.

I nod, "He'll be just fine, thanks for asking. So, what's happening here?"

"Flass was released."

"Flass? But the evidence was undeniable. There's no. . ." I trail off as I realize what must have happened. "That's why you were talking about everyone having a Cobblepot. Blackmail, right?"

They nod.

"Well, I'm sure we can fix this."

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