Guest: Awesome news that you read all the Sean universe stories. That means a lot.
Guest: Thank you for liking the chapter. I love KnightCat in this universe series as well.
Guest: Yup, Sherlock is definitely a Sean&Selina fan.
Guest by the name Awwwhh: Yeah, Sean lied. Sean knew Selina wouldn't let him go if he said he was not exhausted.
Guest: Well the titled said part 1, so it could mean a part 2 of the therapy session would be in a future chapter. xD Soon we have therapy session ideas we will add them, cz Selina needs Sean's love.
9. Trust
Bullock arrives at the chalet much to Jim's and Alfred's dismay. Sean however, gets to know the lackadaisical cop a little better and the first steps of a strong bond will be made.
Selina enters the snow covered garden after her weekly phone call with Lee Thompkins who promised her she would ask an befriended obstetrician in Switzerland to take it over from her. She was slightly happy about it because she never really liked Lee anyway, especially not after what she did to poor Jim.
"Okay guys, do I or do I not look pregnant in this jeans?" Selina asked and lifted her jacket and top up.
Alfred rolls his eyes; "Miss Kyle, you are eight weeks, not eight months!"
"Yeah, well tell that to my clothes! They already start to feel a bit tight around my tummy."
Alfred slaps his forehead while the others chuckled or shook their heads.
"That's because your uterus, usually the size of a fist, has grown to the size of a large grapefruit," Sherlock said with a 'I-am-smarter-than-you' look."
Jim throws an icy stare at the sociopath; "Could you please not describe her insides as a food item I am eating right now?"
"Why not? It makes you wanna throw up?"
Selina sits down and comments; "Welcome to my world of morning sickness that can linger on all day and all night, detective Gordon. While it's unlikely I look pregnant from the outside, I almost certainly feel pregnant on the inside, especially when my insides threaten to come out."
Jim looks at his grapefruit in utterly disgust and drops it back onto his plate with a sickening moan.
"Hey, Alfred did such a perfect job on preparing this breakfast so the least thing you can do is eat that grapefruit, detective!" Sean said with an important expression on his face.
Sherlock snorts; "You guys don't reach for high standards in Gotham if you call that puny man a detective."
"Hey! I earned my badge fair and square!"
Selina laughs; "Badge, what badge? Oh yeah, that badge. The one Captain Barnes took from you right before they tossed you in prison."
"For a crime I did not commit!"
Loïc smirks; "Sure, but so far you still didn't get your badge back, did you?"
Jim sighs sadly; "No. But that's because I didn't ask Barnes yet."
"Then what is stopping you?" Sean frowned then grabbed a bagel.
Sherlock guffaws; "His puny, broken heart!"
"Thanks for reminding me, you sociopath," Jim scowled.
"High functional sociopath!" Sherlock barked.
Selina frowns; "You don't mind being called a sociopath?"
"Uh, yes I do. But if they get their fact straight and call me for what I am, a high functional sociopath, I would even applaud them."
Annie rolls her eyes; "Your weird."
"But anyway, what is stopping you from asking your badge back, Jim?" Sean asked while chewing on a bagel.
Jim frowns; "Wait, didn't you just call me detective? Why you suddenly call me Jim?"
Sean shrugs; "Because Sherlock has a point, you are not a detective anymore. You are just…Jim Gordon."
Jim widens his eyes. Sean is right. He is just…Jim Gordon again.
"I'm just Jim Gordon!" Jim sobbed then bursts into tears. "My dreams, all gone! My goal in life, gone! I am nothing but a job-less civilian! In a few weeks I will be nothing but a homeless man with no money to pay rent and have a roof above my head!"
Sean shrugs; "I know a couple of nice warehouse addresses if you are interested."
Sean's words make Jim even more hysterically and slumps his head down into his hands, blubbering like a little kid.
"Yeah, and I can give you a few pointers on how to pick pocket people successfully," Selina added.
Jim jumps to his feet then rushes into the chalet and up the stairs, more hysterically than he has ever been before.
Bruce, who nearly got knocked of his feet by Jim, watches the ex-detective rush up the stairs with a frown then asks; "What's up with Detective Gordon?"
Sean smirks; "He discovered he is no longer a detective but a job-less civilian."
Selina nods and adds; "And he thinks he will be homeless in a few weeks."
"Wait, but why would he be homeless? He lives with us, at Wayne Manor."
"Not if he has no money left to pay for the room," Annie snorted.
Alfred rolls his eyes; "You lot really have to stop upsetting Mr. Gordon. He can stay at Wayne Manor as long as he likes, with or without money. I mean, most of you stay without paying Master Bruce a dime."
"That's because they are my friends, Alfred."
"And to be fair, I head back home every night," Annie said.
Alfred rolls his eyes; "And you are back early in the morning."
"That's because of the warm reception I get from you, Alfred," Annie chuckled sarcastically. "I told my mom how responsible you are, and kind hearted, and welcoming and-
"Yeah, that's enough. Next time I'll be sure to pin a note on your back telling her to lock you up."
Selina smacks Alfred to the head; "That is not nice of you to say. She's my friend and no one talks to my friends like that except for me!"
Alfred opened his mouth to bellow something, but suddenly a person steps over the small garden gate and hollers; "Hiya, my lovely Wayne Manor brats!"
"NO!" they heard Jim holler from the upstairs room then a window opens and the ex-detective pokes his head outside, bellowing; "Bullock, how dare you to come here and wreck everything for me?! I need this relaxation to get over Lee's betrayal!"
Bullock rolls his eyes; "Boohoo, cry baby Jimmy Gordon-
Jim retreats his head in anger then they hear rushing footsteps coming down the stairs indicating the ex-cop is very furious and planned to attack bullock once he comes outside. Luckily Alfred saved Bullock's life by entering the house and calming down the ex-cop.
Bullock, who heard Alfred talk soothingly at Jim, smirked; "Whoa, I never seen Jimbo like this after Barbara left him."
"Maybe that is because that Lee woman eased the pain by warming the bed for this Barbara character."
Bullock's eyes widen in shock, because he doesn't need to look to know who it is. His first meeting with the man the voice belonged to is burned in his memory.
"The sociopath from England," Bullock said and his fists start to clench right before he rounded on his heels and readied himself to punch Sherlock in the face.
Sean quickly grabs Bullock's arm and says; "Easy, detective Bullock. Once you know Sherlock you find out he's not that bad."
"He-he," Bullock stuttered in anger.
Sean nods understandably; "I know, detective Bullock. Selina told me all about it. Besides, I experienced the same thing when I first met him and he couldn't stop deducting me and said all those things no one could know about me. It is still creepy and annoying-
"Yeah, meeting someone who is smarter than you can be pretty creepy and annoying," Sherlock smirked cocky.
Sean throws daggers with his eyes; "Don't you dare saying I am not smart! My IQ might not be 160 or whatever, but I am still pretty smart! So you better take that back before I demolish your face!"
Sherlock sighs in defeat; "Fine! You are smart as well…but not smarter than me, HA-NO, PLEASE DON'T…STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
Selina fell off her chair when she saw Sean grabbing for the brass-knuckles in his jacket pocket then slid them on, and while Selina lies on the ground laughing hysterically, Sean charges after Sherlock, furiously.
"Sean, wait for me! I wanna watch every punch you give to him!" Bullock laughed and pursuit.
An hour later, Sherlock returns back at the chalet without Sean and Bullock. However, he is holding a paper napkin against his top lip and looks as if he is in extreme pain.
"Hey Sherlock! Let me see the damage!" Selina cried with glee and skipped toward the wounded sociopath.
Sherlock removes the paper napkin then looks at the blood in it and winces. Selina laughs her head off.
"Whoa, you are hardly recognizable."
Alfred pushes her aside and hands the wounded sociopath a pack of ice for his busted lip and bruised jaw, and one for his black eye. Sherlock takes both packs and puts them against his wounds before sinking into an armchair.
"I never knew that kid could ever punch an fully grown adult like me."
Selina scoffs; "Weird, because you always say you are an expert in deducting people."
Sherlock throws an icy stare with his good eye; "That doesn't mean people can still surprise me. Especially those who are an expert in hiding their secrets."
"And where is Mister Ornelas and Mr. Bullock right now?"
Sherlock winces in pain then replies; "Sean took me down and Bullock decided to drink on the kid's victory and took him to town."
"What?! You let Mr. Bullock take Mister Ornelas to a bar and drink till they get drunk?!"
Sherlock throws a scowl; "What did you expect me to do?! I was lying in a bank of snow nearly punched to smithereens!"
Jim rolls his eyes; "You are such a baby. Back in Gotham I got nearly punched to smithereens like a thousand times and did I cry? No, I stood up and fought back then arrested them."
"Yeah? Then why are you crying like a little baby when Lee dumped you for another man?"
Jim's lips start to tremble then yells; "Because it's like a stab through my heart, alright?! But what would you know? You are a sociopath and has no feelings what so ever."
And with that, Jim rushes out the room, crying his eyes out. Sherlock is still fast enough to yell; "Well I rather have no feelings than crying all day like a baby!"
Alfred sighs in exasperation; "Mr. Holmes…
"Sherlock. My brother is Mr. Holmes."
"I don't care who is who!" Alfred grunted, losing his patience even more. "Maybe the best thing for you is-
Selina had clasped her hand in front of Alfred's mouth by then.
"Jeeves, if you dare pointing the door to one of MY friends, I am forced to step in and say the only solution to get rid of this fight between Sherlock and Jim is by sending Jim out the door."
Alfred removes the girl's hand then bellows; "What?!"
"Yes, you heard me. I have to agree with Sherlock, Jim is a cry baby."
"You only say that because Mr. Holmes is one of your crazy friends."
Selina kicks Alfred's ankle for that then exclaims; "No, I am saying this because Jim's mood swings gives me mood swings and I don't want OUR baby become an emotional wreck."
"It affects embryos after six months, Miss Kyle!"
Selina clenches her fists in anger then closes her eyes and breaths in and out before opening them again and says, calmly; "I am not having this discussion with you again, Alfred. I'm the one who's pregnant, not you. So…Annie, Rikki, and I are going to town to do some shopping and when we return I want Jim gone or have him behave like a grown-up. The choice is up to him, and if he can't behave like a normal grown-up, he will be scratched from the uncle list."
Alfred opened and closed his mouth to say something, but he looked like a fish on dry land and could do nothing else than watch the three girls head out the door.
Bullock and Sean found a perfect pub, headed inside, and ordered a beer and sat down at the bar. An awkward silence followed.
"So uhm, you taught yourself some pretty skilled fighting tactics," Bullock said, breaking the awkward silence.
Sean just nodded and stared at his beer and another silence followed.
After three minutes, Bullock cleared his throat again and said; "Look, I want you to know that I did my best to find the people who were behind the attack on you and your parents."
Sean didn't say anything.
"When you ran away from the precinct, I wanted to run after you but I decided not to. I thought it would make everything worse. Please tell me I made the right decision."
Sean shrugs then swallows; "I don't know. I don't remember any of that."
"Wait, you don't remember I asked you to come at the precinct? You don't remember I told you that the captain wanted me to close the case which made you cry and scream things at me before running off?"
Sean shakes his head then takes a small sip of his beer.
"What happened to you that you forgot all that?"
Sean shrugs; "I dunno. I don't even remember things from before the attack. I don't know how my parents looked like, but I can still recall every detail about the attack. Though, some things are blurry, like faces and so on."
"Do you remember me and Jim had to catch you on Fish's orders?"
Sean looks up then nods; "Yeah, there is nothing wrong with that part of my memory. It's just…I don't know…maybe the things that happened after I ran away from you made me forget parts. Though, for some reason I did not understand, I felt betrayed. When I met Selina for a second time and met all her friends, I couldn't trust any of them. I don't even know if I trust them all now. A part of me wants to trust them completely, because they are my friends, but after the incident with Luke…I don't know."
"You realize everyone can call themselves your friend but they still can betray you?"
Sean looks at Bullock, surprised.
"Yes! I mean…maybe?"
Bullock nods understandably then asks; "What about Selina?"
"The same I guess. I don't feel comfortable being naked around her and my mind keeps telling me she pretends everything. When everything is clear in my mind I know that is ridicules and I can see she truly loves me, but I don't understand why. I mean, I'm ugly, so she has to pretend it, right?"
Bullock elbows Sean's arm friendly; "You are not ugly kid. It's on in your mind because of what happened on the streets. Everyone told you what you're not, either out of hate or jealousy."
"Selina and the others say the same thing."
"But you still don't believe them, but you do believe those jealous bastards?"
Sean shrugs then sighs; "It's complicated."
"I get that, okay? But I want you to know, even if you don't remember it, I never gave the case up. I told my captain I did, but in secret I kept searching for new clues, and that is why I pretended to be a dirty cop. If scum like Fish and the people she worked for thought I was one of them, they maybe would tell me their secrets."
Sean nods understandably; "I understand, and thank you. I don't remember much about my time with you, but I still want to thank you for being there for me."
"And you can trust me, Sean. You can really trust me. If there is anything you need, anything you want me to do, just call and ask, okay?"
Sean cracks a half-smile; "Thanks Bullock."
"Harvey, okay? I hate it when friends call me Bullock."
Sean chuckles; "Thanks Harvey."
"Atta boy," Bullock said and elbowed Sean then asked; "How about another beer, alright? And then we talk about other things like…how are the mountains? Are they great for skiing?"
Sean nods; "They are, except if Selina is around."
"Really? Why?"
"Because the first time we went skiing, she kept save distance but it didn't stop her from yelling things at me. It's best you don't ask what she yelled at me but it involved my butt and what not."
Bullock laughs; "Then maybe we should go skiing in secret, huh?"
Sean nods; "I would like that, but I doubt we can keep this a secret from Selina. I mean, she's like a cat. She senses when people keep secrets from her."
"Then we have to be extra careful, don't we?"
Sean nods and laughs, then suddenly the bar door swings open and…
"My sexy Kitty Toy Sean, there you are!"
Before Sean had the chance to react, Selina hurled herself around her boyfriend and nuzzled the back of his head, thoroughly.
And Sean blushed madly.
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If you have any ideas what they can do in Switzerland, feel free to drop them. Selina is eight weeks pregnant meaning we still need ideas to cover a lot xD
