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gothamkinkAll prompts and fills with the exception of underage prompts and fills go in this prompt post.
Remember: Warnings are not mandatory.
Each prompt must involve an actor or character from the TV series Gotham, and a kink, which does not necessarily need to be a sexual kink.
Remember: Warnings are not mandatory.
Each prompt must involve an actor or character from the TV series Gotham, and a kink, which does not necessarily need to be a sexual kink.
Oswald/Jim, manhandling
Date: 2014-11-01 04:40 pm (UTC)Re: Oswald/Jim, manhandling
Date: 2014-11-06 08:42 pm (UTC)HANDS ON 1/1
From:Watersports
Date: 2014-11-01 08:43 pm (UTC)Gordon/Harvey + Fish, coerced sex and voyeurism
Date: 2014-11-02 01:27 am (UTC)She was not anticipating that they'd get quite so into it.
Re: Gordon/Harvey + Fish, coerced sex and voyeurism
Date: 2014-11-02 05:15 pm (UTC)Gosh. I like the way you think, anon!
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From:RPF Ben McKenzie/Donal Logue, accent kink
Date: 2014-11-02 06:57 am (UTC)Re: RPF Ben McKenzie/Donal Logue, accent kink
Date: 2015-01-20 11:04 pm (UTC)Re: RPF Ben McKenzie/Donal Logue, accent kink
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2015-01-23 02:02 pm (UTC) - ExpandJames Gordon/Barbara Kean/Alfred Pennyworth, threesome
Date: 2014-11-02 07:01 am (UTC)Fill: Roundabouts And Swinging
Date: 2016-03-22 09:36 pm (UTC)“You can do it, baby,” Barbara murmurs, her voice soft and sweet. She’s stroking Jim’s hair, the skin at his temples shining with sweat under her fingers. She cradles Jim’s face in her hands, tilts it until he’s looking her in the eye, and there’s such trust, such history in the way they stare at each other, communicating without words.
For a fleeting second Alfred’s the third wheel in their bed, even though Jim’s leaning against his shoulder, even though his legs are framed by Barbara’s lithe thighs. This isn’t his first spin on this particular roundabout, although it’s the first time with them, but Alfred knows that sometimes it just goes like this. Sometimes having someone else join them makes a couple realise they don’t want anyone but each other, and if that happens here then Alfred will bow out gracefully like a gentleman.
But then Jim’s hand is pawing at Alfred’s leg, and when he turns his head Alfred knows that look in his eyes. He’s seen it before, when Jim’s about to jump into danger, about to do something reckless because it’s the right thing to do. Blue eyes and a strong jaw and steel underneath.
“Do it,” Jim says roughly, and Alfred’s always respected a man with resolve.
Barbara’s watching Jim, something on her face that’s gleeful and hungry and dark. Alfred hears himself inhale, his fingers digging in at Jim’s hip, but the expression is gone from her face like it was never there before Jim’s turned back to her.
She’s an interesting one, that Barbara Kean.
Jim moves between them, straddling both their laps as Barbara shuffles closer. She and Alfred are kneeling face-to-face, Jim’s back turned to Alfred and his front turned to Barbara. Alfred settles against the headboard for support, Barbara slotting their legs together until she’s straddling Alfred as much as Jim is, with Jim above her and between them. It’s a little awkward, things like this always are, but there’s bright enthusiasm in Barbara’s eyes, and Jim’s breathing heavy above them both, and Alfred’s more than happy to guide them.
His hand is slick with oil, and Alfred can’t hold back a low grunt as he wraps around it around his cock and Barbara’s strap-on. The silicone feels heavy and solid against his skin through the condom, everything slick with lube, and the combined girth is so thick in his palm.
“You can do it, baby,” Barbara murmurs again, barely a whisper.
And Jim can, they’ve stretched him enough, worked him up to it. Barbara’s already fucked him once tonight, her hands pushing Jim facedown on the bed, and she stared into Alfred’s eyes the whole time as he watched. But theory and practice are two different animals, so Alfred braces Jim with his hands and makes sure the man goes slow.
There are a couple of scars on Jim’s back, his skin looking golden tanned in the lamp light despite the grim weather that’s had a hold of Gotham for months. Alfred can see the way his chest heaves with every breath, and it only gets harsher when Jim starts to lower himself down.
The head of Alfred’s cock and Barbara’s strap-on nudge up against Jim’s hole, and for a moment Alfred wants to call things to a stop, wants to spend another hour with his fingers in Jim’s arse, just to make sure he’s really ready for this. But then Jim’s opening around him, letting them in, and Alfred has to bite back his groan at the way it feels. Tight, bloody hell, so fucking tight, and he can hear Barbara panting, can see Jim’s legs shaking, can feel himself burning under his skin.
And Jim just keeps going. Not rushing, but barely giving himself time to adjust. Sinking lower and lower, the tremble in his legs starting to spread through his whole body. When he finally pauses, his hands gripping Barbara’s shoulders, Alfred strokes a hand down his side.
“Come on, sunshine,” he says gruffly, giving Jim’s thigh a light slap. “You’re only halfway down.”
It gets him a rough laugh, and he can’t see Jim’s face but Alfred knows his mouth will be turned up at one corner. Barbara finds Alfred’s hand, and they both hold Jim’s hips as he starts to move again.
It gets tighter - that doesn’t seem possible, but it happens. Alfred’s cock is held against Barbara’s strap-on, Jim’s arse warm and soft compared to the firmer silicone, and when Jim’s breath hitches his muscles squeeze down like a vice. There’s sweat dripping in Alfred’s eyes, but he doesn’t want to let go of Jim to wipe away the sting, and by the time Jim’s seated properly across their laps, his arse resting across Barbara’s thighs and her arse across Alfred’s, they’re all barely holding it together.
“Holy shit,” Barbara gasps, sounding awed, a dizzy giggle in her voice.
“He’s not finished yet,” Alfred reminds her, his tone a little teasing, and he gives Jim’s thigh another gentle smack.
Jim moans, the sound half-exasperation and half-sex, like he’s trying to join in the teasing but he’s already close to being too far gone. They brace his body when he starts to lift himself again, slower than before, more careful, and Alfred hisses to feel even an inch of his cock leave that tight heat.
Barbara’s hands flex beneath Alfred’s fingers where they’re both supporting Jim’s weight, and he feels her tug at Jim, pulling him down fast and hard. Jim cries out, a guttural sound, and Barbara gasps again, already urging him back up. Setting a demanding pace, but Jim goes with it, chases it, following the way Barbara urges him to move, fucking himself down on them.
Alfred holds on, getting caught up in the drag of Jim’s arse rising up over his cock, the rush of sensation when Jim sinks back down again. He can’t buck his hips up, not with both Barbara and Jim’s weight above him, leaving him as much at the mercy of Barbara’s pace as Jim is, and she laughs delightedly, her hair a flash of blonde beyond the movement of Jim’s body.
There’s black creeping into the edges of Alfred’s vision, a chill like pins-and-needles down his spine, all those telltale signs of how fucking close to coming he is, but it’s Jim who lets go first. He shouts something incomprehensible, body arching between them, head snapping back so fast Alfred has to jerk his face aside to avoid getting headbutted. Barbara’s hands urge Jim back up to his knees one last time, but he’s shaking too hard, sits back down again before he’s even halfway up, a grunt forced out of his throat. It sends Alfred that final nudge over into orgasm, and he presses his forehead between Jim’s shoulder blades, gasping open-mouthed, Jim’s arse clenching around him and Barbara’s appreciative noises echoing in his head.
It takes a fair bit of manoeuvring to get Jim sprawled across the bed afterwards; he’s completely boneless, his face as relaxed and open and raw as Alfred’s ever seen it. It feels like Alfred’s run a bloody marathon, never mind that he was sat still through most of it, but Barbara’s a ball of skittish energy, grinning as she kisses Jim’s slack mouth, his hand sluggishly wrapping around the back of her neck.
“I want Alfred to fuck me next,” she breathes, peppering her lips over Jim’s jaw and nuzzling into his throat.
Jim smiles tiredly, looking up at her with devotion. “I think Alfred might need a little rest after that,” he deadpans, and Alfred swats at his hip.
“Oi, enough of your cheek,” he mutters, before taking Barbara’s hand, kissing the inside of her wrist and looking up at her with dancing eyes. “I’d be more than happy to offer the services of my mouth, if Ms. Kean’s interested.”
Barbara beams at him, throwing a playful look down at Jim. “Very interested indeed,” she says, leaning in to give Alfred a kiss that tastes as much of Jim as herself. “And next time, I get first dibs on being fucked.”
They haven’t actually discussed a next time, but there’s no way Alfred will turn down another crack at spending time with these two. He tumbles Barbara back against the sheets, and as soon as she’s pulled off her harness and strap-on Jim takes her hand, turning on his side to watch as Alfred leans down between the sprawl of her thighs.
No, it isn’t his first spin on this roundabout. But clearly all three of them thoroughly enjoyed the ride.
RPF Ben McKenzie/Jada Pinkett Smith, cunnilingus
Date: 2014-11-02 07:02 am (UTC)Renee Montoya/Liza, undercover
Date: 2014-11-02 07:07 am (UTC)Fish/Oswald, CRACKFIC!, Fish teaches Oswald to be her "weapon" against Falcone
Date: 2014-11-02 02:37 pm (UTC)Die Liebe Lange Nacht [1/2]
Date: 2014-11-05 10:21 pm (UTC)------
When one courts a women,
There are three things he needs
An open heart, a little sack of gold
And a lot of courage, too
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“No, no, stop, for Christ’s sake, stop.”
Fish was having a difficult time resisting the urge to throw something at Oswald – preferably, something sharp and/or pointy. Bringing her fingertips up to rest against her cheek, she sighed in annoyance, her gaze filled with the keenest sense of disappointment she could muster.
Oswald stared up at her from where he had knelt at her feet, his arctic-blue eyes wide and more than a little afraid. He was quite cute like this, really, but she was too annoyed at him to feel any remorse.
“Try it again,” she ordered, the words quick and sharp, cracking through the air like a whip. “And this time, don’t do that thing with your mouth. It’s unseemly.”
The flash of anger that passed over Oswald’s face didn’t go unnoticed, but she said nothing for the time being. There were more important things to deal with – things like tearing apart that geezer Falcone. Admittedly, she had been a little surprised to discover that his taste in personal company swung more towards those of the male persuasion, but she had been pleased to learn that he preferred his boys young and pretty, with dirty mouths and dirtier minds. No doubt there was some sort of domination thing going on there – the old ones were always the kinkiest.
Finding a boy for him had been easy enough, but the problems began as soon as she designated Oswald as her weapon of choice. The boy was a smooth talker, but he was gawky, awkward, all limbs and no grace, so it fell to Fish to teach him the art of seduction, one stumbling step at a time.
Below her, Oswald was reaching out, his long, thin fingers pale in the low light of the club. He brushed his fingertips against her knee carefully, his posture conveying total and utter submission. He was well-practiced in that, at least. His touch lingered for a moment before it slid inwards, along the seam of her stockings, light enough to tease but firm enough to speak of a dark, wanton hunger. He glanced up at her with those pale eyes of his before leaning forward, his lips tracing the line his fingers had left, and Fish didn’t bother to suppress a warm sigh as his breath ghosted along her barely-covered skin.
But then he went and did that thing with his mouth, that thing where he parted his lips and let his tongue dart out, all grace lost as the pink appendage wriggled in the cold air. Letting out a sound of utter disgust, Fish stood suddenly, sending Oswald sprawling backwards against the carpeted floor. He yelped weakly and stared up at her, a flush darkening his porcelain skin. Cute, she thought, but goddamned useless.
“Ms. Mooney,” he pleaded, scrambling to placate himself in front of her, “Please, let me try once more, I promise I’ll do better – ”
Fish just shook her head, her lips curling downwards. To be fair, she hadn’t hired Oswald for his talent in the bedroom; but was it really so difficult to achieve even a minimum level of sultryness? “No,” she said, her tone commanding, not giving him even half of an inch. He needed to be perfect, or the plan would be a failure. “Get up,” she said, crooking a finger at him, a wicked light entering her eyes. Looks like she’d just have to teach him the hard way.
Oswald did as he was told, his bony limbs flailing somewhat as he stood hurriedly, his shoulders drawn inward ever so slightly. He was taller than her, but the way he stood made him seem so small, so fragile – she’d fantasized more than once about breaking his bones, about the delicious cracking sounds that would fill the air as she snapped him into pieces.
But that was for another day. For now, she had to ensure he could do his duty as Falcone’s newest boy-toy.
Glancing across the room, she nodded to Gilzean, who returned the nod and slipped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. That left the two of them alone – she’d really been hoping to humiliate Oswald at least a little, but she was certain he’d get performance anxiety, so alone it was. Small steps, she thought to herself.
“Oswald,” she said sharply, making him jump a little, “Tell me something.”
“A-Anything, Ms. Mooney – ”
“Are you a virgin?”
The question was clear and concise, and Fish saw the answer on Oswald’s face in an instant. His lips parted and his eyes went even wider than usual; the flush in his cheeks darkened to a red the colour of blood, and a choked sound left his throat. A virgin. She should’ve guessed – she gave her little penguin too much credit.
“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she murmured, earning an indignant huff from Oswald. Her disappointed frown curved upwards as a thought came to her mind, and she said simply, “Take off your clothes.”
The colour in Oswald’s face drained immediately, which was a shame, since it so rarely appeared there. “Ms. Mooney,” he said slowly, his eyebrows furrowing together, his lips twisting into an uncomfortable grimace, “Is that really neces–”
“Off,” she ordered, her voice louder now. She pointed a sharp nail at Oswald’s chest and narrowed her eyes, glaring at him as though she could kill him with her gaze alone. “Falcone is going to see you sooner or later, and he better not see you as a shrinking violet.” She leaned back, waiting, and reminded herself that Oswald deserved this. The trouble with Falcone had been his fault, after all.
Oswald hesitated for a moment longer, but Fish’s stare was overpowering. Glancing away, he reached up to undo the buttons on his jacket, slipping it from his arms and folding it neatly over the back of a nearby armchair. He repeated the movements with his vest, the silk a comfort against his trembling fingers; but when he was down to his dress shirt, he hesitated again. His discomfort was tangible.
Fish was unimpressed. Cocking an eyebrow at him, she drawled, “Oh, honey, don’t tell me no one’s ever seen you naked.” A virgin and a prude. Excellent. Just what she needed.
A shadow of his earlier blush returned to Oswald’s cheeks, and when he spoke his voice was quiet but angry. “Not my fault,” he mumbled, reaching down to undo his cufflinks, his body held at a stiff, awkward angle. “Better things to do. Mother wouldn’t approve.”
Fish’s eyes narrowed once more, her nose wrinkling unpleasantly. The mother. She hadn’t heard much about the woman, but every time Oswald mentioned her Fish got the sense that she had messed with his brain irreparably. No doubt she was the reason he’d never been fucked – in a city like Gotham, even the ugliest sonsofbitches could find someone who didn’t mind them so much in the dark.
“Forget about that,” she said, waving her hand through the air as though to dispel whatever sorcery Oswald’s mother had cast upon him. She found herself smiling and added, “Falcone might like that about you.”
Oswald swallowed visibly, but he kept his attention on his clothing. His cuffs undone, he began to unbutton his shirt; Fish could see that his chest was suffused with red, an extension of the flush on his cheeks. She hummed softly to herself as she took him in, noting the way his chest was ever so slightly concave, thinking again of how brittle his little bones must be. A bird could be so easily broken.
Unbuttoning had been one thing, but actually getting the shirt off was another matter entirely. Oswald wanted to turn away, to hide himself, but Fish was right there, watching him so expectantly, that he knew doing so would only earn him a beating. So, taking a deep, shuddering breath, he slid the crisp fabric off of his skin and added it to the growing pile on the armchair. Then he stood there, shivering slightly, his top half entirely exposed for Fish’s viewing pleasure.
Fish, for her part, was thinking rapidly about how to turn this to her advantage. It was clear that Oswald would never stop being awkward and nervous, but perhaps that was what Falcone needed – someone to discipline, someone to educate. Still, giving him Oswald as-is seemed a bad idea. He needed some molding first. So she stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and reached out to drag her fingernails along the side of Oswald’s waist.
His response would have been comical, were Fish not so aggravated by his obvious inexperience. He gasped loudly, his pupils dilating, and at his sides his fingers clenched themselves into tight little fists – no doubt in an effort to control himself. Fish, despite herself, let out a cruel laugh, causing Oswald to flinch and shy away.
“Not so fast,” she murmured, her fingers clutching at the boy’s hip and keeping him close. Her lips were pulled into a tight smirk, her eyes glittering with dark promise. She could almost smell the fear emanating from the boy. “You’ve never so much as been touched by anyone, have you?”
Oswald shook his head meekly, his eyes downcast, his face burning with shame. Fish loved it. She pressed her nails into the boy’s hip, hard enough to earn a sharp, pained cry, and when she finally let go there were deep crescent marks patterning Oswald’s too-palce skin. Stepping back, she lowered herself into a chair and looked up at him expectantly.
“Well?” she asked, settling herself and crossing her legs. “I told you to undress.”
Re: Die Liebe Lange Nacht [2/2]
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2014-11-06 05:14 pm (UTC) - ExpandJim/Bullock, Handcuffs
Date: 2014-11-02 05:14 pm (UTC)Re: Jim/Bullock, Handcuffs - FILL 1/1
Date: 2014-11-03 12:15 am (UTC)*
The next time that Jim’s trying to rush blindly into a scene, Harvey decides to finally do the logical thing and stop the stupid kid.
He cuffs one of Jim’s wrists into nearby pole.
“What the hell?” Jim says. He jerks his wrist in a sudden movement, his mouth curved down into a frown. The handcuff just rattles.
“Just wait your ass here, cowboy,” Harvey says, with a scowl. “The captain’s been getting on my case because we’ve been shooting suspects down every single damned time. Now, I don’t personally don’t care about those scumbags’ death count, but she’s got a point about you wanting to play hero.”
“Harvey,” Jim says, with a growl creeping in his voice, “we’re partners. You can’t chain me into a pole because you don’t like how I do this. Where’s your key?”
Harvey jingles the keys in his pockets, and Jim makes a sound that’s very close to a pissed-off cat hissing, yanking at the handcuffs again.
Harvey leans forward, close to Jim, but not too close. He says, “Nope. You’re going to wait here like a good boy, Jim. I’m going to first call for backup, and then I’m going to the scene myself, and then I’ll give you the keys. You can whine about this afterward, but there’s going to be a zero percent death rate on this one and the captain’s going to back off.”
Jim opens his mouth to protest, then closes it, his mouth set into a line, the curve of his jaw tight. He knows that arguing isn’t going to work on Harvey, but he continues to glare, his eyes are dark and obstinate. Harvey feels a tug somewhere at the bottom of his stomach, and his gaze follows the side of Jim’s arm to the metal curled around his wrist. There’s already red marks on skin where Jim struggled with the cuffs.
“Be good,” Harvey says to Jim, as he turns to call the GCPD. “Don’t scream for help like a little girl. Stay.”
*
Harvey does wind up shooting the suspect, but the ambulance comes in time for him - he’ll be ship-shape for jail in no time. Captain Essen doesn’t bitch at him when he dumps the completed paperwork on her desk, and when he finally comes back for Jim, he’s greeted with a grumpy, “Sure took your time.”
Jim has sunk into a sitting position, slumped against the pole, his clothes rumpled. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a good idea to leave a GCPD cop vulnerable in plain sight like this, but he knows that Jim can take care of himself. He’s still got his gun on him, after all.
“Shut up,” Harvey says cheerfully, tossing Jim the keys. “Hey, I’m actually proud of you, kid. You demonstrated patience like a regular human being.”
Jim unlocks the cuffs, hands them back to Harvey. He’s rubbing his wrist, and when he looks up at Harvey, that familiar frustration and exasperation is still on his face, but there’s...something else, something like confusion, his forehead furrowed in consternation.
With a jolt, Harvey remembers gruffly saying, good boy to Jim, and he wants to say it again, to solidify the moment, to claim it, to reignite that pull in his gut that felt like the world was dropping open. Which doesn’t make any fucking sense.
Harvey lets out a breath. He’s not one for apologies, and can’t see himself saying I won’t do that again because he's not the type to make promises, so instead he says, “Drinks are on me tonight, alright, kid?,” and Jim seems to relax by his side - they’re partners, in the end, and after all, Harvey was just trying to make a point.
They walk almost shoulder-to-shoulder to the bar, the polluted evening sky of Gotham looming overhead.
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From:Cobblepot/Nygma/Gordon, Threesome
Date: 2014-11-03 01:20 am (UTC)A genuine friendship/relationship develops and in time, both reveal their interest for one Jim Gordon.
Somehow threesome ensues.
Jim Gordon/Barbara Kean, male masturbation
Date: 2014-11-03 01:20 am (UTC)Gordon/Bullock - Hair pulling kink
Date: 2014-11-03 03:47 am (UTC)Gordon/Cobblepot, future fic
Date: 2014-11-03 04:15 am (UTC)Plus, Oswald Cobblepot is not only still around, but is a rising power in Gotham's underworld. And he's never lost his fixation on Jim. Now he's got the power to show his appreciation.
(I am fine with non-con or dub-con. Poor Jim.)
Re: Gordon/Cobblepot, future fic
Date: 2014-12-01 12:53 am (UTC)Fill: 1/?
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Date: 2014-11-03 04:55 am (UTC)Gordon/Cobblepot, meeting the parents
Date: 2014-11-03 06:25 pm (UTC)Re: Gordon/Cobblepot, meeting the parents
Date: 2014-11-21 02:05 am (UTC)Barbara/Gordon/Montoya Threesome
Date: 2014-11-04 03:09 am (UTC)Alfred Pennyworth/Jim Gordon or Harvey Bullock/Jim Gordon, A/B/O
Date: 2014-11-04 05:58 am (UTC)Re: Alfred Pennyworth/Jim Gordon or Harvey Bullock/Jim Gordon, A/B/O
Date: 2014-11-05 03:40 am (UTC)Re: Alfred Pennyworth/Jim Gordon or Harvey Bullock/Jim Gordon, A/B/O
From:Maroni/Oswald, A/B/O, size kink
Date: 2014-11-04 03:51 pm (UTC)Re: Maroni/Oswald, A/B/O, size kink
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2017-11-18 06:04 am (UTC) - ExpandBullock/Gordon, sauna
Date: 2014-11-04 05:46 pm (UTC)Harvey gets a little side-tracked by Jim's body.
Re: Bullock/Gordon, sauna
Date: 2014-11-07 04:32 am (UTC)Re: Bullock/Gordon, sauna
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2014-11-17 10:53 am (UTC) - ExpandOswsld/Gordon, Roommates
Date: 2014-11-04 06:49 pm (UTC)Give me Oswald trying to awkwardly seduce Gordon with cracky roommate shenanigans alao happening.
Oswald/anyone, foot "fetish"
Date: 2014-11-04 07:11 pm (UTC)Re: Oswald/anyone, foot "fetish"
Date: 2014-11-09 09:44 pm (UTC)Fish/Oswald, Group/Oswald, torture porn
Date: 2014-11-04 09:00 pm (UTC)If you feel like tossing in Jim, too, I'm totally down for that.
Re: Fish/Oswald, Group/Oswald, torture porn
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From:Jim/Alfred, Bruce, domestic
Date: 2014-11-04 10:48 pm (UTC)One day, after a long night, Alfred wakes up beside Jim. Only to find Bruce, waiting for them with the breakfast, cooked by the boy to please the two men he likes.
Bonus for awkward explanations from Jim and Alfred.
A Family Is Not Blood
Date: 2014-11-30 05:06 am (UTC)He blinked and checked the time; six o'clock, it was about time that he got up and made Bruce breakfast for the morning. The Young Master would need the energy for the challenge that lay ahead at school, but just as Alfred was about detach himself from Jim and the safety of their bed, he heard a creak upon the stairs.
His eyes narrowed and then widened when he caught sight of Bruce walking up the stairs, in his hand was a plate of toast.
Jim took this moment to wake up. "Hmm, Alfred, come back to bed..." He mumbled groggily as he wrapped an arm around Alfred's waist.
"Mate." He whispered to Jim. "We have company." He continued, pushing Jim away and nudging at him to hide.
By the time Bruce had opened the door Alfred had just managed to hide Jim in the armoire. Bruce tilted his head curiously. "What are you doing?" He asked as he watched Alfred practically pace in front of the closet.
"Nothing, Master Bruce. It simply occurred to me that I had woken up a tad late."
Bruce shook his head. "No, I meant, what are you doing with Jim?"
Alfred blinked at the boy's reply. "Whatever do you mean?" He questioned.
But before Bruce could reply a loud thump was heard from within the armoire and a muffled. "I think he knows." Came from within.
Alfred sighed, opened the door and ushered Jim outside. "Master Bruce, there's a reasonable explanation for this, Officer Gordon and I were merely speaking of a case that would benefit from my skill set."
Jim floundered a little and nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah. What he said-"
Bruce just shook his head, placed the plate atop their bed and smiled. "And I'm sure consulting with the police requires a lack of dress?" Bruce questioned gesturing to Jim who was clad only in his boxers.
"I'll leave you to your consultation." He continued, making his way to the door. "I think I'll take a cab into school this morning." He remarked leaving the two men to look at each other with amazement.
Re: A Family Is Not Blood
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2014-12-16 02:20 pm (UTC) - ExpandJim/OC, Fish uses him as a sex slave, TW : non-con
Date: 2014-11-05 06:57 am (UTC)Harvey finally finds out he's trapped at Fish's bar and goes to the rescue. Beaten and worse, Jim needs health care and a safe place to rest, yet he refuses to go to the hospital. Harvey takes him to Wayne's Manor.
(It might be cool if Alfred and Harvey helped him coping with those dark days. It'd be even cooler if they'd go on a "revenge mission".)
Jim/Alfred, top!Jim
Date: 2014-11-06 07:33 am (UTC)Re: Jim/Alfred, top!Jim
Date: 2014-12-14 02:37 pm (UTC)Somebody, please? :-)