guess who's back baby. sorry for the long ass wait yall ironically I had major character development 😃✌️

this is obviously late as hell and I shoulda already said, but the fight is not over yet!!!

Black lives matter and I hope that someday in the near future they are treated as equals by the corrupt ass systems and corrupt ass people we have in this world.

Sign as many petitions as you can for this cause, and donate as much as you can. I hope all the victims of racism in this world are at peace. This cause is not over yet just because it isn't talked about as much it was a couple of months ago.

This is NOT a black vs white thing, this is a fight for basic human rights!! Black lives matter does not mean that white lives or any other lives do not.

Also by black lives matter I mean ALL black lives. Gay, lesbian, bisexual, trans  and many more black lives matter!!

As someone who is bi (see told you I had character development), it's upsetting to see that my community is sometimes disregarded in this movement. Every black life matters.

I am sorry for not bringing this up earlier, it was dumb of me.

If you support ALM and you comment bullshit you're getting blocked btw 👋

also side note for the story, I haven't been on this shit in like half a year lmfao can you guys correct me if I get something wrong or ruin a plot point or sumn dumb.

also from now on I'm not basing off of the show. well, I had been doing that for a few chapters now but it's for real this time.

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Third Person P.O.V.

Jim sits opposite the tied up man, glaring hatefully at him.

"I already told you," the man hums, "I didn't blow up your shitty little tin can of a home. What makes you think I care for killing all of these people?"

"You and I both know the only thing you are about is increasing your tally, Victor," Jim hisses back.

A sigh escapes the younger man, and he leans back as far as he can in his uncomfortable yet seated position.

"Well, did you bring me all this way for a strip tease, Jim? If I had killed all of these people, I would be covered in scars, wouldn't I? Jee, for a detective you really aren't good at detecting."

Jim's eyes widen in realisation. How had he not noticed?!

"Fuck!" He hisses, standing up and facing away from Victor. "Do you have any idea on who could've done this?"

"Not really, and I don't particularly care. Well, only a little bit. Did the kid survive?"

At that, Jim's eyebrows furrow, but he still doesn't turn to face Zsasz. "Kid?" He repeats.

"Oh come on, you know who I'm talking about, what's her face. Short, feisty girl, the one Penguin wanted dead."

"Sam?" The older man asks, this time spinning back with slightly widened eyes. "How do you-?"

"That's the one! So, did she make it out?"

The look on Jim's face says it all. Victor can't help but frown slightly, sighing.

"Shame. She was... interesting, to say the least."

Gordon doesn't reply for a few seconds, memories of the only daughter figure he had ever had appearing suddenly.

After a while, Jim breaks the silence, questioning him with a: "How did you meet her?"

Zsasz chuckles, "Well, it was because-"

He is swiftly cut off by the familiar crack of an explosion, followed by gunfire and then finally, those dreadful screams that haunts Jim at night.

"Shit," he cusses, standing to his feet and sprinting out of the room as fast as possible.

"Hey! What about me?" Victor yells after him, huffing.

Jim pays his shouts no thought, too busy rushing past the surprised civilians who were once asleep, and towards the echoes of gunshots, that quickly cut off.

"Harvey!" He shouts, seeing his friend directing a small family to safety.

"Jim! Thank God!" Bullock cries, relieved to see his best friend in one piece. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Is anyone hurt?"

"No, I don't think so, I haven't come across any wounded. I think that whoever is doing this wants our attention," Harvey replies, tugging Jim to follow him towards where the shots echoed.

"Who the hell wants our attention now?" Jim grits out, as the two of them make it to the front of the GCPD, where just outside the bullets went off.

As if answering his question, a loud voice breaks the millisecond of silence between the pair.

"James Gordon! Come out, come out, wherever you are," it screams tauntingly, and Jim feels his blood run cold.

"Is that-?" Harvey whispers

"Jeremiah."

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Sam's P.O.V.

Warmth envelopes my entire body, lulling me back into the sleep I have just stirred from. Despite wanting to succumb to it, I open my tired eyes, yawning silently.

Only then do I recognise the fact that I have a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to a familiar chest.

I can't help the wide smile on my face, along with the flaming red blush.

Slowly placing my hand on one of his own, I go to remove it so I can get out of bed, but it tightens slightly around my waist, causing me to realise that the man behind me was not as asleep as I thought.

"Where do you think you're wandering off to, dollface?"

The heat on my cheeks intensify, especially as I'm turned around to face his bare chest.

"Last night... we..." I mumble, my eyes meeting his.

He grins, leaning closer to my face and hugging me even more.

"Did I hurt you at all? Would you like me to get you anything?"

My heart feels weak at the sweet sentiment, and I softly shake my head.

"I love you," I state truthfully, smiling.

"God," he sighs, "I could never get tired of hearing that. I love you too. Want me to get you some breakfast? It won't be anything special, but-"

I cut him off with a short kiss, pulling away to reassure him. "It's fine, I'm sure it'll be great. Thank you."

Giving me one last peck on my forehead, he climbs out of bed, throwing on some jeans and walking over to the small kitchen.

Getting up myself, I grab his shirt and put it on. Luckily, it reaches about mid thigh and feels pretty comfy.

I walk over to the small window, one that looks out over the city, letting my thoughts take over me.

I'm going to visit Jim, Barbara, Harvey and Bruce very soon, if not today. I just want to know that they're safe. Jerome told me that they were fine, but I want to see for myself. I've been too preoccupied with Jerome to realise that they probably think I'm dead. Well, scratch that, most definitely think I'm dead.

I've just felt so safe here. For the first time in a while I feel... really happy. As though nothing could go wrong, and me and Jerome are bound to be content like this for a long, long time. As though... Jeremiah won't find me.

Then, I feel my heart drop by the sudden sight before me. It's dark outside still, and so the bright flash is easy to spot in the distance... the flash that resonates from the place I used to call home.

Before I can question it further, the sound of whatever the flash was follows.

Even though the abandoned apartment we're in is quite far off from Haven, I still hear the rumble of the explosion.

What follows is much quieter, but the repetition of it makes me understand what it is.

Bullets.

"What the fuck was that?" Jerome asks from behind me, swiftly storming over to where I am. I don't bother turning around to face him, my widened eyes too busy taking in the view of smoke rising.

"That's... Haven," he mutters, seemingly as surprised as me.

I don't even have to be there to understand who did this. For some reason, I know. Last time it wasn't him, I'm sure of it... but now?

"It's him," I whisper, the fear I thought had left me returning full force. "It's Jeremiah. I know it."

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A short chapter, I know. I'm tryna ease my way back into this stuff. Tell me if there's any mistakes, I haven't really looked through it yet.

More to come in the future, I'm sure when though. Bit of a boring chapter, but that's because I'm trying to get into the meat of the plot I'm taking.

i've missed you guys a lot, see ya soon