Alexia was supposed be a officer in training with the help of her dad the mayor getting a spot for her in Gotham city. For her first file and case she had to work with Harvey Dent. Until she heard of Jerome she began to get curious and wanted to work on his case which caused Jerome wanting to posses his playing card Alexia.

"From riddles on napkins to kisses on the cheek, my-my Edward how far you've come." Alice Morelle wasn't the brightest flower in the bunch, that being the sole reason she had decided against returning to the University that was supposed to give her a job at the GCPD, she got close, though, working at the cafè next door. Although one particular customer with an odd habit that leads to a daily competition could be just the thing she needs to get back on track to becoming the scientist her parents had brought her up to be. All DC characters and concepts are out of my ownership but Alice and Kat are very much my own along with this story's plotline. Please enjoy and don't forget to comment along the way.

The young daughter of serial killer, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, never knew him. Only that he was Dr. Lecter and some-what friends with her mother. She finally gets the chance to go to America with her grandparents. Only then does she actually look her for her father in the north-eastern part of America. A quick Google search of the last name 'Lecter,' brings her to only three people in the desired area; one being a congress man, another being a web designer, the last being a psychiatrist. Finally lying about who she was and getting an appointment with the man, she accidentally figures out who he truly is. She's left with a few questions to herself; turn him with the evidence she has against him, get rid of what she knows and forget about it, or even tell Dr. Lecter that she is his daughter if it came to saving her own life.

Meet Hayley Gordon, a seemingly innocent young woman. At least, that is until she opens her mouth of course. After a fateful night at the circus, Hayley's life begins to take an entirely new direction, but is it for the better, or for the worse? (Hey guys and gals! So, I wrote this story a long time ago - like 4 years ago and I was 13 so; y'all know it's bad. I'm currently editing it and changing the story a bit, so I have unpublished old chapters and am now publishing only the edited ones.)

"Your parents are rich?" "They were." "So where's the money now?"

2018 update: thank you all for the 22k , this may be the worst thing ive ever written but it a got a lot of reads so im going to keep it up in shame ahaha, i also most likely won't be updating this any longer but feel free to read my other fics either here, ao3 (@/unknownsloth) or tumblr (@/thelosersfrom1988) this fic consists of cameron monaghan smut ** i do not own the character or the show, i just wrote some fics **

"Come on gorgeous, you didn't think I'd stay dead did you?" SEQUEL TO GOTHAM GAZETTE, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THAT Turns out killing your dad lands you in the same place your psychotic boyfriend escaped from before kidnapping you. After being hauled off to Arkham and joining forces with some of Gotham's craziest she starts to see just how fun being crazy is. I Still don't own any character's that are in Gotham and I don't take any credibility for them.Book is relatively clean, nothing more mature than what's in Gotham so you guys are all good ;)

Emma's family moved to Gotham to join the circus. Things are going okay, until she catches Jerome killing his mom. When Jerome gets out of the asylum, he can't get her out of his head. And the crazy thing is, she can't get him out of hers. I threw my mom's cut up, beaten, bloody body under a tarp on a wagon. I know people will eventually find it, but why would they suspect me? I turned around, startled to see Emma standing there with wide eyes.

Wrong place at the wrong time. I trusted the wrong people and my life takes a turn. Maybe I deserved this pain. Maybe I deserved this hate for being different. *DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gotham , DC and any of its characters.*

Alice was a kind and caring girl. She was raised by her father until a tragic car accident took him from her. Alice, then, grew up in the foster care system because her mother was drunk and unfit for watching over a child. Her favorite memory was that of her father taking her to see the circus when she was little. She remembers a red-headed boy who she meet when she was scared. That boy turned into a man and Alice saw him again when the circus came back into town years later. Except for this time his hands where red too. Red with blood. This story will not be completed. There has been too much time since I stopped. I will leave it up for now. I am sorry for those of you that wanted to see this finished. Maybe one day I will come back to it, but for right now it is done.