Gotham Imagines and One Shots

A little advise on women - Ed x Reader

"Could I ask you a question (Y/n)?" Ed asked, as he pushed the finished body back into the freezer.

"Of course Ed, you know you can ask me anything." (Y/n) told him, as she finished pulling off the bloody apron and gloves from the autopsy they had just finished.

Ed and (Y/n) had worked together for the last couple of years now, and they had quickly learnt how the other worked, their different skills complimenting one another perfectly. Even though Ed had been very quiet and pretty much kept himself to himself when (Y/n) had come to work with him at the GCPD, soon enough they were firm friends; in her, Ed had found someone that seemed to understand him, and he found himself confiding everything to her, she was his shoulder to cry on and was always there to give him advice when he needed.

"How do you talk to women?" He asked, taking a seat at the table and looking over at a slightly shocked (Y/n).

"Er well............ it all depends on the woman really. Different women like different things." She told him, as she sat on the opposite side of the desk, rifling uncomfortably through some paperwork.

She was the first one to know about Ed's crush on Miss Kringle, she didn't like it but what could she say. She couldn't tell him that Kringle was no good for him, and the woman that really cared about him was sat across from him right now. She couldn't tell him that she loved every one of his little quirks, every one of his silly riddles; that she loved his awkwardness and his quietness, and that she would do anything for Ed to feel for her what he seemed to feel for Kringle.

"Well......... how would a man talk to someone like....... um, like you (Y/n)? I mean you are a woman." Ed said, looking over the top of his glasses at her.

(Y/n) had to chuckle to herself, she was surprised that Ed had even seen past her lab coat to notice she was a woman.

"Let's see...... making me laugh is always a good thing, but it has to be something witty not just gallows humour, something that shows that the man has some intelligence. I suppose, little compliment about how nice I look that day, or about my work, are always nice to hear; I'm not what you'd call a high maintenance kind of girl, its more the simple things that I appreciate, and that doesn't necessarily mean it needs to be words. A brush of hands when he passes me, a kiss when I'm least expecting it, or being presented with a wild flower he found; it may sound silly but it's the little things that count, not great big displays of affection, just simple little things." (Y/n) told him with a shrug, as she looked back down at the paperwork.

"So, does that work on all women?" Ed asked, causing (Y/n) to sigh. It seemed more than obvious now that Ed was wondering whether all that would work on Kringle.

"I don't know Ed, but I should think that if the woman you want to talk to likes you, then you could probably just about say anything and she'd still fall head over heels in love with you." (Y/n) told him, as she moved over towards the coffee machine, pouring herself a cup of the lukewarm strong brown liquid.

Ed seemed to muse for a moment, tapping his fingers on the desk; (Y/n) could just imagine what was going through his head, how he would use what she had told him to approach Kringle.

"I'm going to leave a little early (Y/n), if you don't mind. I'll see you tomorrow." Ed said, rising from his chair, and grabbing his coat.

"Sure Ed, no problem. Good luck with your lady." (Y/n) told him as he exited the morgue.

She couldn't help but sigh, she had just told Ed the best way to approach that damn Kringle woman, why didn't she just go the whole hog and arrange the perfect date for them too, (Y/n) thought to herself as she put the last of the days paperwork back in the filing cabinet. Could she get any dumber!