"i (found you)."

B.B. Asmodeus.

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Fandom: Gotham (2014).

Pairing: Jim Gordon/Bruce Wayne. Very, very, very platonic at first.

Rating: G. For now.

Summary: (Omega 'verse) From the moment Jim turned to the back of the alley, his destiny was written.

Spoilers: 1x01 Pilot.

Extras: Gotham is ending and my heart is broken. I've decided to finally translate this fic, honoring my love for this show. I don't give a damn if people give me crap for the pairing. Jim/Bruce are my ultimate OTP, no matter the universe. Haters, suck it up.

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Prologue.

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" I found you:

A tiny thing between my sheets . "

-Oh Land.

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From the moment Jim turned to the back of the alley, his destiny was written.

It was rare that this happened, that the essence of a Beta could conjured him. Alpha were not prone to explore the unknown, where compatibility issues arised.

Breathing deeply, Jim tasted bitterness. Pain, shock, need.

His protective instincts were activated by just spotting the young boy, out of the corner of his eye.

It occurred in an instant. A gear found its closure, the biological mechanism clicking, filling up the right spaces—And then boom. His inner beast awoke in a resounding and irremediable way.

Like a moth to the blame, Gordon's boots guided him to the small figure.

This couldn't be happening. Jim already had Barbara, the perfect Omega. To feel connected with another being so incompatible—Jim shaked his head at the notion. It felt natural, however, to walk straight to the staircase.

He asked the kid for his name. He got no answer.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk." The small frame didn't stop shaking.

Jim felt bad for him immediately. That prompted him to offer comfort even if he wasn't very good at it. He turned to Bullock, who was still talking to the officer. He found no help there. Bullock was too busy arguing.

"Bruce."

Jim returned to the kid. Dark eyes raised up from the blanket. "My name is Bruce Wayne."

Damn it. That was a very well know last name. Jim crouched before the young man immediately.

"Can you tell me what happened, Bruce?"

When the sobs broke the boy, Jim hurried to sit next to him. He couldn't help it, if one of his palms brushed against Bruce's back. An Alpha would always try to fix broken things.

Although confessions weren't easy to extract from Gordon, he ended up talking about his dad. The accident. Something he hadn't talked about in years.

"I was right next to him when he died." Opening up had the desired effect. Bruce turned his face in his direction, attracted by the parallel losses they had in common. "I know how you feel right now. And I promise you, however dark and scary the world might be right now… there will be light." He pressed gently against the cocoon of blankets, knowing courage was about to burst from the young man. He just needed the right push. "There will be light, Bruce."

A pause.

"We just got out of the movies. We were walking through the alley to catch an uptown cab and a man came out of the shadows… He was tall with a black mask. He had a hat and gloves and shiny shoes. He took my dad's wallet and my mom's necklace… And then he shot them for no reason… I should have done something. But I was too scared."

Jim sighed. No one deserved to witness something like this. "There was nothing you could have done to stop what happened." The kid opened his mouth to argue, Jim beat him to the punch. "But there is something you can do now, Bruce." Jim brought their faces closer, whispering. Wayne matched his body language, following where Jim lead—the Alpha inside purred with approval at the easiness. "Be strong."

Wayne nodded. Jim knew the Beta would never be same again. His core would become steel after tonight. Jim just hoped Wayne didn't get lost behind his own walls. He was so damn young.

A stupid promise came out of Jim's lips, then. "I promise you, I'll find the man who did this."

Bruce eyed him suspiciously. Jim sensed curiosity manifest through Wayne's pheromones. Weaker than an Omega's, almost insignificant compared to an Alpha mark. Jim felt him anyways. Compatibility pulsed between them—

—Jim let go of the boy, suddenly terrified.

It had to be a mistake. A fucking joke.

Just as the closeness was beginning to affect him, reality decided to slap him.

In a second, Bruce was no longer facing him, but running toward the crowd, his gray blanket falling onto the damp asphalt. Jim watched idly as an unknown man welcomed Bruce into his arms.

The man was another Alpha.

Jim growled.

He approached them in urgent manner. With a bark, Jim indicated his identity.

"Alfred Pennyworth." The other man was also gruff, obvious with his distrust. Between them, Bruce raised his little head, intrigued, and maybe aware of the challenge that was happening. Bruce was smart. Jim had seen it in the brightness of his eyes. Bruce was too smart.

The temptation to touch the crown of brown hair was powerful. Even so, Jim stopped himself. "We'll find the one responsible for this, Mr. Pennyworth."

Distrust grew to skepticism. "New boy, are you?"

Jim tried not to roll his eyes. "You could say."

Pennyworth continued not being impressed. "Good luck, mate."

And they left. Bruce didn't look back. Jim followed his silhouette until it disappeared into the depths of Pennyworth's car.

Afterwards, he blinked, confused, disoriented by the whole experience. The Beta's sad smell didn't disappear.

He remained in Gordon's nostrils for the rest of the night.

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