"Oh and Jim, Jim Gordon?" Jerome peered into the camera as if to yell out to an audience: "I have Rory here," he turned the camera towards Jim's daughter and revealed to the audience a girl that had been beaten and tormented, she was gagged and her eyes didn't look at the camera but above the lens; at Jerome who was holding the camera. "Say hi to Daddy, doll face," he jeered from behind the camera. She looked down the lens and shook her head as if to tell Jim not to try. The camera went back to Jerome. "She's a beauty isn't she, Jimbo," Jerome smirked into the camera, his laughter becoming harsh and wild: "and she's all mine, you try anything, and I mean anything, I kill her. She's my prisoner, my reward, and you're not taking her away from me Jimmy boy, on no, not this time" his words were spoken through waves of laughter. *** Rory Gordan is the stepdaughter of Jim Gordon. Her mother moved a lot so Rory was born in Gotham City but raised in England and from the age of 10 she had been bouncing from one country to another with her mother. However, when she turned 17 she had grown tired of the constant change of moving and decided to move to America. It was when she was visiting her long term boyfriend when her life got flipped upside down, not only did she meet one of the craziest boys on the planet, but she discovered that she had a gift that would curse her forever. This story is a collection of scenes rather than a flowing plot, so its chronological but it skips scenes and jumps back and forth between different perspectives. The story is under editing, so it'll get more cohesive over time. ••• I do not own any characters or plot lines from the TV show. However, original characters like Rory do belong to me. Total Word Count [46,156]

ʏᴀʟʟ ɪᴍ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ (ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ) 🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙[ɪʀɪs] ! ˊˎ __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ⋆˚          ✧. ┊         ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ⋆ ★ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ╯ ╯ ╰─▸ ❝ @[𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗦 !] ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ғᴜɴᴅ . . . .ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɢᴇᴛs ᴀ ғʀᴇᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇʟᴛᴏɴ ! 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅: ╭──────.★..─╮ 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 ╰─..★.──────╯ ╯ ╯𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 ╯ ╯𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ↴ #1 𝘪𝘯 #𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 #2 𝘪𝘯 #𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘮

❝ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 . ❞ A secret relationship between (Y/n) and the world's greatest detective

(Y/n) seemed like the most angelic girl that ever walked into Derry's school. Her aura was perfect and pure. Her perfection made Patrick sick. And he loved it. ((DISCONTINUED))

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Y/n gets locked back into the past and tries to escape with the help of people. ( DISCONTINUED ) ( PS: very confusing. ) ━━━━━━━━━━━ started: 11/27/20 ended: 01 / 29 / 21

┏𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐎𝐂 ┓ *ೃ༄ ❝ 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 ❞ ❝ 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 ❞ ❝ 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 *ೃ༄ 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥? 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥?

A woman's voice echoed through the air. "Open the door young one." Your hand hovered towards the door knob. In the door knob, a key. It was black in color and slightly rusted. But the one thing that stood out from the key was the name that was engraved upon it in beautiful cursive. (Y/n) (L/n). 🔺//CW\\🔺 - Cursing - Violence - Possible mentions of blood and gore - Depictions of death - Use of harmful substances - Many typos cuz im lazy lol !!Disclaimer!! This will not be totally accurate to the story, for I'll be adding or changing a few things to better fit the storyline of my own story while keeping it as close to the actual smp storyline as I can. ⚠️If any of the creators featured in this story want this to be taken down, I will take it down. Though someone will either have to comment or personally message because I do not watch everyone and it's completely possible for me to miss the message.

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss