One bad day pt 1

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Harvey Bullock pov

I was already stressed out when Alvarez came up to me with a troubled look on his face. "Harvey. Jeremiah Valeska wasn't inside the bunker when it blew." He said in an urgent tone. "How do you know?" I asked him. That ginger was always in that bunker. "Because he's outside, and he's not alone." Alvarez said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the stairs outside.

As I walked outside I saw Jeremiah Valeska, but Jerome's followers were behind him, lined up orderly which was extremely odd.

"You might not recognize Jerome's followers as I've given them something of a makeover, but I assure you they're as loyal to me as they ever were to him. More so. Because I accomplished something my brother never could." He said walking closer.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Killing James Gordon." He finished. I immediately pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. The followers chanted "Jeremiah! Jeremiah!"

"You're a liar!" I yelled. He took more steps forwards and then I saw his face. It was pure white and his lips were red. All this time I didn't understand why he was doing this and then it hit me. Insanity gas.

"Not.. so.. fast. I have bombs planted around the city... just like the ones that killed James Gordon." He said, moving our attention to the detonator. The followers chanted again "Jeremiah! Jeremiah!"

"All you need to know, is that if I push this detonator Gotham is blown back to the Stone Age." He hissed. I felt an anger boil up inside me. "And if I pull this trigger, your brains are blown through the back of your skull." I cried.

He chuckled and took a few more steps. "Dead man's trigger... you're familiar." He said revealing the nature of the detonator.

"Another little something I took from my brother, except mine's more advanced. You shoot me, my thumb loosens, and then boom, boom, boom.... boom." He took even more steps until we were only about a foot away from each other "no you will do what I say." His voice was snake- like and slow.

"You more crazy than your brother." I rebuked. He just chuckled. "Don't compare me to that short-sighted psychopath. He just wanted to destroy things. Me? I'm a builder." Jeremiah's mouth then formed a grin.

"And, I have something you might be interested in. Y/N, L/N" he finished. "Where is she?!" I yelled. I remember the girl from the night Jerome died. I thought they were friends. "Safe for now... but I can change that." He chuckled.

Y/n pov

I woke up in a strange place. The first thing that caught my attention was a loud boom. Then someone screaming. I quickly opened my eyes and turned towards the source of the sound.

It came from the a door on my left. I quickly rushed to it. After many attempts to open it, it hit me that it was locked. The screams continued and the voice seemed oddly familiar. It soon came to me. It was Bruce Wayne's Butler. Alfred or something like that.

Bruce pov

I came to the GCPD to find answers. Detective Gordon couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. I heard Harvey call out to me. "Hey! Bruce!" He yelled "Are you ok?" He asked.

He looked as overwhelmed as I was, so I tried not to aid to his stress. "I'm fine. Is it true what they're saying on the news. Is he really dead?" I asked. I prayed he wasn't. He was like a father to me and I couldn't bare to lose another one. "As far as I'm concerned Jim Gordon is alive, kicking, and waiting for us to find him." Harvey said.

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