And now I gotta thank some beautiful people (remember if I don't get you now I'll try and get you next time)
Courtney-Tamara: Aw, thank you. Happy that Molly is coming across and unpredictable! Hope you enjoy the chapter
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Guest (londonslonely?): Gah! You are so sweet! Yes that 'don't even' has definitely been one of my prouder moments. Also you can absolutely use Alice for inspiration Molly, because that is freaking perfect. And never apologize, because just the fact that there is fan art is wonderful (and it looks amazing) I hope you like the new chapter
KittyKat: Thank you for all your reviews! Yes, Bonnie and Clyde seems to be the most in demand choice, haha. Please enjoy the new chapter!
CollarFive: Oh my god I can totally see Molly going "goddammit" and planting one on Jerome. And yes, sexy Molly up a head! Enjoy!
NerdyLittlePrincess: Both? Hmm...definitely and interesting choice! Hope you like the chapter.
And all the kids cried out
"Please stop you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
"Are the pants really necessary?" I spun around myself in front of Barbara's mirror. I was beginning to regret letting her dress me, however in my defense I just thought she was going to throw me in a leather jacket and some jeans, not skin tight dark blue leather pants .
"Barbara, these things are ridiculous, and did they have to be this tight?" I pulled at the fabric on my leg attempting to stretch them out. Barbara swatted my hand away before pulling me closer to her bed where other clothes lay out.
"White or black?" she held up two leather jackets, examining each one. She pushed one against my chest before switching to the next, clicking her tongue as she did so. I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, not really caring which jacket she chose.
"Lets go with the white one" she pulled the jacket off its hanger and shoved it into my hands.
Great more black and white
I shrugged the jacket on over the simple black tank top I wore, returning to the mirror to look myself over another time.
"Damn" I turned to the side further looking over the outfit. I had to hand it to Barbara, the jacket was pretty killer, and the pants made my legs look like they went of for days.
"Now as for the shoes" I returned to looking at Barbara who was currently holding four different pairs of said accessory.
Here we go again
I leaned against the drivers side window of the service truck, tightening my grip. We sat in silence, waiting for our target to arrive.
We sound like mobsters
Dobkins mentioned something about having a smoke and hopped off to the side. Leaving the four of us to continue our awkward silence. Jerome huffed and propped his feet up onto the dashboard. He cupped his hands in circles around his eyes, looking around pretending he was wearing binoculars. I rolled my eyes at him, but still found myself stifling laughter.
"I spy with my little eye something that is…" He looked into the rearview mirror on my side of the truck. I pressed myself against the door to give him a better view.
"Yellow" he dropped his hands and pushed his feet off the dashboard, picking up his gun. I followed his gaze, eyes landing on the school bus that drove down the street.
Now or never
"Yay, Gotham!" Greenwood hit his door a couple times, signaling Dobkins back. Jerome pointed forward, and Aaron started up the truck.
It jerked, and I found myself holding on even tighter, and regretting the fact that I took Barbara's word on wearing a pair of heeled boots instead of what the guys had. Aaron trailed after the bus, following it for a while before turning down another street. I threw my head back, enjoying the wind whipping through my hair. The truck turned again, this time into a parking lot; the school bus was back in sight. We sped up, cutting them off on the road, honking the entire time. The truck came to a halt, the bus following suit.
Dobkins was the first one down, skipping around the front of the truck to the driver's side. He offered an arm out to me, which I ignored, jumping down onto the ground with him. The door behind me swung open, Aaron climbing out, Jerome followed soon after.
He made his way over to the bus, a skip in his step. He spun around, sliding in front of the door with a flourish. He banged on the glass with the butt of his gun twice, signaling the driver to open the door. When the driver didn't open the door he banged on it again, this time more forcefully.
Gordon sat back in his desk, reading over various files. The word's all seemed to blur together as he wasn't really focusing on them, his mind on more current events. The escaped Arkham inmates, or The Maniax as so the media had dubbed them, were currently out in the city somewhere. With them was a stolen service truck, full of gasoline. Who knows what they were going to do?
He groaned and shifted in his seat, eyes scanning over the page once more, trying to make sense of it all. His normally neat desk was slightly cluttered, with other files, a long forgotten cup of coffee, and the day's newspaper.
His eyes shifted over to the paper, more so just to give them a brief break from the paper in front of him. His eyes caught something about an auction for the Chandler Estate, but he didn't look long enough to fully continue reading it. He returned to reading the file before him, only to be interrupted by someone shouting his name.
"We got a sighting of the stolen truck, Yeavely Park."
Gordon was up in an instant, darting outside the building gathering as many people he would need. He and the other cop's left in such a hurry, a few of them almost crashed in a woman walking down the street. The woman however seemed unfazed by this and continued walking, enter the police department.
Inside various cops and other personal were bustling around, each one going about their business like bees in a hive. The woman removed her large sunglasses, her icy eyes scanning around the building for any sign of the man she was looking for.
"Excuse me" she grabbed the attention of the first person to walk past her. "is Jim Gordon here?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you just missed him" the cop gave her a sympathetic look
The woman pursed her lips, looking around the building once again as if to find anyone else who might be able to help her, then again she didn't really know why she was here in the first place.
"excuse me Ms.-?"
'Jefferson, Lydia Jefferson" the woman answered.
The cop's eyes suddenly widened in realization. They stuttered a couple times, trying to find the right words. Lydia simply stared with raised eyes brows, waiting for them to finish.
"You could always wait here till Detective Gordon returned" the cop finally got out, gesturing to one of the benches.
Lydia shook her head, pushing her sunglasses back on.
"I have a meeting soon anyways" she turned over her shoulder, her heels clicking as she strode out of the building.
I finished handcuffing my last cheerleader to her seat, probably more forcefully then I should have.
"Hey, y-you're Molly Chandler right?"
I looked up at the girl, she was young, not much younger than myself, with large brown eyes brimming with tears.
"You went to high school with my cousin, you guys graduated together, y-you both made graduation speeches" she spoke in a hushed tone, occasionally glancing over at Jerome who was cuffing up his own cheerleader.
"Please stop, you're not like this" She whispered as tears spilled down her cheeks. I reached out, placing my hand on top of her own giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Listen…" I trailed off, waiting for her name
"Emily" her voice was shaking
"Emily" I gave her hand another squeeze "you seem like such a nice girl, and I bet your cousin is lovely too" I stood up leaning in closely to whisper in her ear "but don't act like you know me"
I patted her shoulder once, leaving her to cry as I walked to the front of the bus.
After all, its better to pretend you don't care
"I want you all to know that this was a very difficult decision for us." Jerome called out to the bus of students, pacing up and down the center aisle of the bus. He stopped in front of a young girl pressing the barrel of his gun to her head "it was between you and a senior citizen bingo party"
I leaned against the driver's seat, crossing my arms as I did so. I watched Jerome as he paced past each student on the bus. He was so intimidating, yet so relaxed at the same time, all of this was coming naturally to him and I had to admit I was impressed.
"In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day" Jerome made his way towards the front of the bus, smiling at each cheerleader he passed
"Sorry" his smile dropped and he shrugged to a young blonde girl.
He stopped in front of me, taking his time to look me up and down. His smile slowly returned and his eyes glazed over.
"You know, that's the third time you've checked me out today" I smirked at him, trying my best to cover up the blush that was now covering my cheeks.
Jerome's eyes snapped up to meet mine, and that ever so familiar cheshire grin spread across his face. He spun over his shoulder, looking back at the students chained to their seats.
"Gimme an O" they did nothing but cry, however Jerome's smile didn't falter. He pointed his gun to the roof of the bus, firing once, causing all of the cheerleaders to scream.
"I said give me an O" he spoke more seriously this time and that familiar sensation from when he threatened Greenwood earlier rushed through me.
The students all cried out "O" their voices quivering with fear and this seemed to have made Jerome smile once again
"Give me an N" the kids responded almost instantly this time, all of them still shaking with fear.
"Give me another O!" Jerome was practically bubbling excitement when the kids repeated the letter back to him
"What's that spell?" he asked and he and the students answered at the same time
"Oh, no!"
Jerome grabbed the gasoline hose from Greenwood, who had just been handed it from Aaron who had gotten it from the back of the truck. He sprayed several kids in the face, before making his way to the back of the bus. He sprayed each student, all of them screaming out in horror as gasoline soaked their clothes. As Jerome was finishing up, Greenwood climbed out of the bus, and I followed soon after, gripping onto the railing to make sure I didn't fall.
Once onto the ground I joined the other guys, both Greenwood and Dobkins each held a gun in their hands. Dobkins grinned, bouncing on his feet, he reached behind him into the waistband of his pants, handing me the handgun I had him carry. After all, there really wasn't anywhere to tuck it into in the tight pants I had on.
Hopping down the steps of the bus after us was Jerome. He tossed the hose of to the side when he hit the ground. He casted a twisted grin to us while reaching into his pocket, pulling out a zippo lighter and turning back towards the bus. I looked back up at the bus windows, catching a glimpse at all the terrified students. Taking a couple steps near Aaron, I looked away, keeping my expression blank.
It's easier when you don't care
"Ready? Okay!" Jerome cheered.
He leaned forward, flicking the lighter open. The students all screamed out in terror, some of them yanking at their restraints in vain. Jerome continued to flick the lighter, yet no such luck, only dull sparks barely admitting from it.
"This is so embarrassing" he muttered
Performance issues?
I hadn't realized I'd thought aloud until I had heard Greenwood stifling his laughter next to me.
"I swear this doesn't normally happen" Jerome shot me a wink and I could feel my face heat up. He climbed back into the van, looking amongst the chained up kids.
"Anyone got a light?" he asked but their cries only got louder.
"I do! I got one!" Dobkins quickly pulled his lighter out of his pants, handing it to Jerome with a giggle.
Police sirens were suddenly heard in the distance. Three cop cars pulled into the parking lot, officers armed and ready once the vehicles came to a stop.
"Stand your ground, guys, they can't shoot the bus" Jerome aimed his gun firing at the police.
My blood froze, the revolver in my hand weighing down. Around me the other guys were shooting, shooting off rounds at the police.
Shoot
I could feel my grip on the gun slacking, my eyes wide at the scene before me. I didn't know how to shoot a gun. Up until now I had never even touched one.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" the voice had belonged to Jim Gordon, it felt so strange to see him again. The cops had listened to him, ceasing fire and taking cover behind their doors.
A brief moment, Gordon and I made eye contact. There was something in his eyes, a look like the one the girl had given me on the bus, one he had given me once before. A familiar look that I had I'd been given a lot lately, one that said "you're better than this"
Quit standing there
Something inside me broke, something I didn't even know I had. My grip on the gun tightened as I raised it, aiming it directly at the man who a few months ago tried to help me. Taking a deep breath I pulled the trigger.
I am better, and I'm stronger too.
The bullet had just grazed his shoulder, not enough for permanent damage, but enough to make him bleed. Gordon cried out, his hand darting to cover the wound. He looked down and his injury, moving his hand back for better inspection. His eyes darted from the red stain seeping through his jacket to me.
Not bad for someone who's never shot a gun before
"Aaron, Greenwood, get the truck started" Jerome called out to the two men "We're gonna blow this barbecue"
I grabbed Dobkins by the back of shirt, pulling him in front of me. He seemed pleased just to be closer to the action, not fully catching on that I was using him as a human shield.
I fired a few times over Dobkins shoulder for good measure, doing more damage to the cars than the actual cops themselves. Ducking behind Dobkins, I waited for the right moment to run. Jerome was currently jumping around, firing off to who even knows. His little show was soon ended after his gun ran out of ammo. He huffed, twirled his gun around a couple times before letting it drop onto the pavement.
"Light em up" Jerome flicked his finger in the air, signaling Dobkins to set fire to the bus. He nodded towards me, letting me know to go.
I made a mad dash to the truck, stumbling once due to the heels I was wearing. Sprinting around the front of the car I signaled Greenwood to open the door. He pushed the passenger door open and I all but threw myself in. Jerome, who had been spraying the pavement around the bus, jumped onto the side of the truck, the same spot I was when we had first pulled up. He threw his head back, laughing manically as the truck started to pull away.
Dobkins watched as we started to take off, trying to light the bus more frantically now. Gordon came up behind the skinny man, shoving him against the side of the vehicle. The lighter flew out of Dobkins hands, landing into a puddle of gasoline, igniting instantly.
"Hey, Gordon!" I leaned out the passenger window as the truck turned out of the parking lot. The man pulled his eyes away from the fire to me.
"Send a little message to my mom for me" I smirked, flipping him off.
The truck sped off and all of us cheered, not seeming to care that we had just left Dobkins behind. After all, it was his own fault for not being fast enough.
We ditched the truck in a near by alley. There we had met up with Tabitha, who informed us that Dobkins was now dead. Should I have felt remorse? I hadn't known the guy for very long, but he was still a teammate.
"Take this" Tabitha tossed me a black hoodie, different from the boys who were getting police uniforms.
I slipped off the white leather jacket I was wearing, handing it to one of the men that came with Tabitha. I pulled the hoodie on over my head, it was a little baggy, but at least warm.
"Car is parked at the curb, send over Barbara once you're in" Tabitha jerked her thumb over shoulder and I nodded.
Barbara and I were switching out for part two of the plan. Galavan had claimed it was because her time had come, though I didn't see why that meant I couldn't dress up like a cop as well and help out Jerome.
Bullshit
"You're going to need these as well" Tabitha shoved a pair of sunglasses into my hands, the frames just large enough to help disguise me, but no too large that made them look ridiculous.
"Thanks" I mumbled as I pulled up my hood.
"Guess you better get going then, gorgeous"
I turned my attention over to Jerome, who was currently putting on a jacket over his police uniform. It was strange seeing him dressed like one of them. The people who fired against us. A few months ago I thought GCPD was here to help us, but now we stood on opposite sides.
"Molly, you have to go" Tabitha spoke up breaking mine and Jerome's eye contact. I nodded at her once again.
I turned back towards Jerome, offering him a small smile, giving his arm a squeeze.
"Good luck"
"You too, gorgeous"
I pushed the sunglasses onto my face, hurrying down the other end of the alley.
I walked quickly down the sidewalk, a black car parked at the curb just like Tabitha had said. The windows were too tinted, making it hard to see who exactly was driving.
Just a few feet away from me sat a woman on a bench, her all too familiar blonde hair curled and styled to one side of her head. As I passed her I tapped her shoulder twice.
Barbara smiled at me, wearing a pair of sunglasses similar to my own. She took them off as she stood up, heading off into the direction I just came from. I watched her go, making sure she made it down the alley without getting caught. Once she was gone I resumed walking towards the car.
The moment I turned to go however, my shoulder crashed into somebody else's. I stumbled back a few steps, trying to regain my balance, the sunglasses I was wearing sliding down my nose.
"Excuse me, but watch where you're going!"
I froze in my spot. I recognized that voice, in fact it was a voice I knew all to well. My gaze started at their feet, a pair of heels, shifting slowly up the rest of them until our eyes met.
It was my mother.
She gasped, horror struck her face. She was shaking where she stood, her mouth agape as if trying to say something. The grip she had on her coffee was so tight I'm surprised she didn't break the cup. Taking a couple steps back, she shook her head a coupe times, as if I was all just a figment of her imagination and she was trying to make go away.
Her worst nightmare
I tilted my head to the side, casting her a smirk. I pressed a finger to my lips, shushing her, before spinning on my heel and quickly walking towards the car. I yanked the door to back seat open, slamming it behind me once I had climbed in.
"Drive fast, that woman was my mother"
Gordon walked up the steps to his desk, rubbing the back off the neck. The cheerleaders had been saved, hell there was even one less one of the Maniax in Gotham. Yet everything was far from over. Lee had insisted on stitching up his arm, even though he had only needed it bandaged.
"Gordon, " a young female officer stopped him, organizing files in her arms.
He nodded, letting the woman know he was listening
"Lydia Jefferson was in here earlier looking for you"
"Did she say what she wanted?" Gordon asked, his hand briefly resting over the wound said woman's daughter had given him. The cop shook her head, shifting some of the files in her arms before walking off.
Gordon watched her go, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He shrugged, holding up the clear bag he held in his injured arm.
"Hey, Alvarez!" he shook the bullet, which had come out of Dobkins' corpse, in the bag lightly "Let the ballistics know we got a red ball for them, will you?"
He heard Alvarez confirm and tossed the bag down onto his desk. He sat down, picking up the phone which had been ringing the entire time.
"Gordon" he answered
"Hello, Jim. It's Barbara."
I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than my home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones
A/N: Annnnnnnnd there we have it. Tried to get this one out because as I've said I'm going to be out of town for the rest of the week, so I hope this was enough to sastify you guys. Soo Molly is finally letting her dark side just take over, she's changing, maybe not entirely for the better. Also Molly totally ran into her mom, holy shit. That may come back to bite her in the ass. I already have the next chapter planned out, and I can give you one tiny spoiler...Jerome/Molly centric :D
One final question: Now that she's seen her daughter again, what do you think Lydia is going to do?
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Til next time xx
-Kit
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