«- ¿Cuánto tiempo llorarás en silencio por mí? » El odiaba verla llorar por alguien. El odiaba verla besar otros labios. El odiaba que ya no temblara cada vez que se acercaba a su oído. El odiaba sentirse de esa manera. El odiaba la manera en que sus ojos se iluminaban y no era por el. El odio todo eso, menos a ella. El no odia la forma en que lo trata. El no odia su forma de verlo. El no odia que se ría de el. El no odia que lo aprecie. Su corazón, negro y lleno de barricadas, bajó la guardia y terminó en un callejón sin salida. El era sumamente hermoso, pero, no todo es perfecto y dentro de toda esa belleza había espinas, como una rosa, una rosa negra.

On the date of July 9th 2016, Lexi's whole world was turned upside down as a road trip turned fatal when a semi truck hit the car her and her sister were traveling in on their way back home to Chicago. On this same day, it was also Ian Gallagher's first call as an EMT. **FYI - This story portrays Ian as straight. His relationship with Mickey in the show is my favorite, however, I wanted to write from the perspective of a female MC. I completely understand anyone who chooses not read for this reason. Thank you!

In Gotham being bad is good, as the Reader finds herself in a manner of situations from being the head honcho at Arkham Asylum to being a Rookie cop fresh out of the academy. Please Note: I own none of the characters from the DC Comics, I only write these stories as a lifelong fan, and do not expect to gain financially from writing these stories. I also own none of the media I utilize in this book, this includes: pictures, GIFs, videoed, or any other form of media. These are used simply for entertainment purposes. Also: Some aspects of these stories may be unsuitable for younger readers. I ask that when you read these stories, while they are for the reader's enjoyment, that if you feel uncomfortable with the story that you please stop reading and continue to the next chapter Author's Note: I'm at a stage of my life where this has become a small pastime, but I will occasionally write an additional chapter. I would I also like to say that I never anticipated this book to gain as much attention as it did. I love hearing feedback from readers and to have the ability to grow as a writer.

Vamos Harley -dijo con sus manos aún apoyadas sobre la mesa de metal que nos separaba- juega conmigo -mordió su labio logrando que todo mi ser diera vueltas- Jerome, soy tu psiquiatra, no tu amiga -suspiré intentando disimular mis nervios- tienes que entender eso -se acercó a mí, dejando la mitad de su cuerpo sobre la fría mesa- sé que mataste a esa chica por mí, psiquiatra -susurró y soltó una risita al ver como mi expresión cambió por completo- Y-yo no maté a nadie.. -tartamudeé y sacudí un poco mi cabeza- jamas haría eso Está bien.. -suspiró y se acomodó en su silla- si eso te deja dormir tranquila... -se encogió de hombros y sonrió inocentemente-

Una historia de amor y crímenes. ------------------------------------------------------ Está en proceso y edición. Las actualizaciones son muy lentas, ya que apenas estoy volviendo a ver la serie. [Faltas ortográficas]

-Si ella supiera lo loco que me trae, todo lo pasa por mi mente cuando la veo. Es increíble el poder que tiene en mi. Es mía y de nadie más, y así va a ser siempre, hasta que la muerte nos separe- Holis unas aclaraciones - es mi primera historia por lo que pido paciencia -La historia no va a estar tan basada en la serie -Es una historia completamente mía y prohíbo el copiado de esto. -Quizás hayan capítulos medios subidos de tono -De antemano perdón si hay algún error de ortografía

Set during (4×21)&(4×22) Ever had a bad day and want to turn on your radio? Take a seat as Harleen Quinzel comes into Gotham with no tunes to lighten the situation as she steals a car belonging to the one and only infamous Jeremiah Valeska. The downside is her immediate death and a refusel to let her turn on the radio.

Y/N gets in trouble and Jeremiah helps her out, by chance. But little does she know that he'll drag her into more trouble, making her part of his plans. Soon, Y/N finds herself slipping into the dangerous life of Gotham's underwolrd...

Rule #1: Don't fall in love with your master. Rule #2: You are nothing but a servant. Rule number #3: He is always in control. ------------------------------------------------------ "Don't move," he said to (Y/n) when she unwrapped arms from his neck. "Don't touch her," he mumbled. (Y/n) and everyone else jumped when the gun went off. Her cheeks were a soft red, her eyes were widened, her heart was racing, and strands of her hair covered her face, in which Jeremiah brushed to the side with his fingers that weren't pressing against the ground. "Where is (Y/n), Wayne? Hm? You are here because of the offer I asked for," Jeremiah snapped back. ------------------------------------------------------ "I'm in charge now," she whispered when lifting up his chin with a sly smile. -------------------------------------------------------- Story is still on plot yet scenes are mixed up slightly. Under editing as well.

Kaira nunca imaginó trabajar en un puesto como aquel en la vida, pero su afán de superación ganó aquella partida, al revés que ella, que la perdió con aquel paciente, aunque el tampoco escapó muy bien parado de aquello.