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Grey sky, grey buildings, and grey everything. But that´s Gotham every time of the year. The sun rarely shines through the multiple clouds that cover the blue sky. Nothing ever changed, except this time, the whole city seems darker than ever.
With a black umbrella on hand, the very well-known Elizabeth Wayne makes her way out of the car her loving butler asked to pick her up at the train station where she had just arrived. The princess of Gotham, as most of the people know her, opened her umbrella to keep the rain from pouring into her designer black dress.
She never liked the city, not even when she was a kid, reason why she lived on the other side of the country. It was filled with violence and corruption, people killing innocents and police officers that were not capable of facing those lowlife criminals. Then again, the city was ruled by the mafia, a constant war between Falcone and Maroni.
Elizabeth looked around the place. All those tombs and all those statues made her want to get into the car once again and go away, but there was a funeral she needed to assist, the funeral of her older brother. A tragic accident, or so does the media says. The killing of the Wayne's. It was true, she loved her brother, but she knew all he had fight for was going to end up killing him one way or another. Unfortunately, his loving wife had to suffer the same fate as he did, leaving her young nephew orphan.
"Miss Wayne, I´m so glad to see you." The British accent she has known for years now made her get back into the real world. Alfred had a big smile on his face, but it was not a very happy one. He was glad to see the young woman, but the pain of losing family could be clearly shown on his face.
"It´s good to see you too, Alfred. Though I hope this were better times." Her gloved hands wrapped around the older man's arm as he holds the umbrella for both. "Where's Bruce?"
"He's waiting for you, Miss Wayne." Her eyes scanned the place where a lot of people is gathered around. From normal civilians to police officer and even people from the army. Her baby blue eyes fell on the young boy and a suited man next to him.
"Who's that?"
"Detective James Gordon. He is new to the GCPD but promised to help find whoever killed your brother and his wife."
As Elizabeth and Alfred walked closer, Bruce stopped the talk with the detective to come running into his aunt's arms. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as her caressed his curly hair. "I know, kid. This are hard times but we will go through this together, okay?"
His eyes looked up at the woman who was taking her black shades off. "Will you stay here?"
"I will, I promise." The boy nodded. From not so far, the detective watched carefully the both. To his right, his partner elbowed the man, motioning him to talk to the woman, receiving a nod in agreement.
"Hi, I'm Detective Gordon." Elizabeth's eyes looked up to meet the few inches taller man. His hand was stretched out, and Elizabeth shook it. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you, Detective."
"I already told Bruce but I will do everything in my power to find out who did this. Far as we know, this wasn't just a common crime." Elizabeth said nothing, her face was serious as if there was no emotions to be shown and that made Jim curious, but now was not the time. "I assume you will be taking care of your nephew?"
"I will stay here just the time I need to be. Alfred is his guardian, not me."
"Right. I understand." The detective nodded in agreement. "If there's anything, you know where to find me. I will be in contact if we find something."
"I appreciate it, detective. And thank you, again." With a last nod to her and a hand shake with both Bruce and Alfred, Jim and Bullock made their way out of the funeral.
Some members from the Wayne Corporation greeted Elizabeth with such happiness to have her here. But she knew the fakeness everyone carried. Without her brother on the board, the whole industry was going to be filled with corrupted people if it wasn't already.
For now, it was finally time to go back into the manor, the place where she born and grew until deciding to leave. Everything was the same, her brother always fought to keep the things the way their parents left them, and she thanked him for that.
"Welcome home, Miss Wayne." The butler said while closing the door behind her. "Your things should be on your old bedroom ready for you to unpack."
"Thank you, Alfred. But I think I'll go and have a small walk through the garden, if that's okay."
"Absolutely."
With Alfred going to Bruce, Elizabeth made her way into the back garden. She had to give it to Martha, it was beautiful. The colorful flowers and all the green was rather exquisite. Elizabeth decided to take her heels off, enjoy the grass beneath her feet. The only placed she truly loves from Gotham is this manor. Though now the house felt empty, too big for just Alfred and Bruce to live alone.
"Please don't leave." The voice of her nephew sounded behind her, making Elizabeth turn around. "I know you don't like this city, I know you have a good life where you live. But I need you, Aunt Elizabeth. You and Alfred are all I have and I don't want you to go away."
"Bruce," She walked by him, kneeling down to have a better look at him. "You are a young boy with a lot of things to offer to this world. You don't need me here to be happy, you understand? I can't stay here, not…not after this. I will stay until Detective Gordon finds out who killed your father, then I'm gone."
"Can I do something to change your mind?" The black haired woman gave him a sweet smile, stroking his cheek.
"I don't think so, kiddo."
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It has been already two days since the funeral, two days of having to say her last goodbye to her brother. Elizabeth was still devastated, but she did not show it off. The newspapers only talked about her return, paparazzi's following her everywhere she go. Just hours ago, detective Gordon stopped by to tell them he found the man who killed the Wayne's. But Elizabeth saw something on his eyes, he was not so sure about it.
As Alfred and Bruce decided to stick on the library of the manor, Elizabeth took off to the GCPD. How she detested the place filled with those pigs who called themselves officers. Her navy blue dress and clicking heels grabbed attention as she walked by the place until reaching the office of Captain Essen. She knocked once until receiving the 'come in' from inside.
"Captain Essen, I presume?" The young woman asked, making the other woman look up at her.
"Miss Wayne, what could possibly bring you here?" Essen got up from her desk, offering the woman a seat but Elizabeth refused.
"I'm looking for Detective Gordon. I couldn't find him anywhere in the place."
"He is currently out. Would you like me to call him and tell him you're here?"
"No, no, it's fine. I can wait, if that's okay with you."
"As you wish. His desk is the one outside on the left." Essen pointed to the desk. "Would you like some coffee, water, donuts?"
"Coffee would do just fine. No sugar, just black coffee, please."
Both Elizabeth and Essen made their way out, Essen to get some coffee as Elizabeth looked at the desk of the detective. It was filled with papers, most of them containing the Wayne name on them. She wanted to look into them, but there was a lot of eyes on her and she didn't want to look like a nosy person.
"What has hands and cannot clap?" A tall, skinny man stood by her side. Elizabeth's eyes went up in surprise as she thought there was no one around her. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, miss."
"Did you just tell me a riddle?" The man, holding his head up, nodded with a childish smile. Elizabeth looked at him confused but tried to think of an answer. "A clock."
The man was in a small shock for a moment. "No one ever answers my riddles here." He said in a surprised tone of voice.
"If you work here then you must know all those men are idiots. A simple riddle like the one you just gave me would fry their brains." She said with a scoff and Elizabeth swear she heard a chuckle escape the man's lips.
"My name's Edward Nygma, forensic scientist." He proudly said as Elizabeth shook his hand.
"Elizabeth Wayne."
"So it's true that you're back." He looked directly into her eyes, and she couldn't help but raise both eyebrows at him. "Sorry for you loss, Miss Wayne."
"Thank you. And it's Elizabeth, no need for much formality in here."
"Nygma!" A male voice called out for him, both turning to the side. "Leave the lady alone."
"We were just talking, detective Bullock." The thin man said to the other. From behind, Elizabeth noticed Gordon following his partner close behind.
"Is that so? Well, your time is done. Go back to your lab." Nygma nodded several times, adjusting his glasses.
"I'm sorry for the unconvinced, Miss Wayne."
"It's okay. Nice meeting you, Ed." She flashed him a smile that made Nygma hit himself with the end of the desk near him before he hurried to walk away.
"Miss Wayne, Captain Essen told me you were looking for me?" Gordon asked as he handed her a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, I was wondering if I could talk to you in private." She said while eyeing his partner, the one Nygma called Bullock.
"I was just leaving anyway." Bullock said while holding both hands in the air and walking away from the desks.
"Is everything alright, Miss Wayne?" Gordon asked once they were alone, both sitting down.
"I might be wrong, Detective Gordon, but I know how to read people's face. Earlier when you stopped by to tell us you caught the man who killed my brother and his wife I noticed something off with you. I want to know if you really caught the man."
Gordon's hand moved through his face. He didn't tell anybody about it yet, just Bullock and he knew the real story and were investigating on it. "Mario Pepper was framed." He said in almost a whisper.
"Then you killed an innocent man, Detective Gordon."
"He was going to kill me, we had no other choice." He shoot right away but tried to stay calm. "I know we made something wrong, but I am trying to fix it. I won't stop until I find out who framed Mario Pepper and who really killed the Wayne's."
"You look like a good guy, Jim. Not like the rest of the men who works here." Elizabeth leaned back on the chair, her right leg crossing above her left one. "Anybody who had made the mistake you did would've stopped looking for the truth and let someone else do the dirty work. I want you to find whoever killed my brother and get justice for it."
"I will, Miss Wayne, even if it's the last thing I do." Jim's face was serious but inside, he was relief.
"Have a good evening, detective."
With a last handshake, Elizabeth finally made her way out of the GCPD and to the car waiting for her just outside.
Hello, everyone, this is FlashingRose.
You might know me from my other story for The Flash TV show, Danielle Allen. This time, I decided to give Gotham a try given that it's been a while since there's an idea going around my head and said to myself 'Why not?', Edward is a nice character in Gotham and one of my personal faves in the comics and the lack of fics involving him was unsettling.
Depending on how you guys react to this first chapter, I will continue the story. So if you like the idea or would like to see more, don't be shy to leave a review so I can know your opinion, it would mean very much to me. x