A Little More Work (Batman/Gotham; Barbara G., Multiple Pairings; PG-13/T; #107: Social Media)
Title: A Little More Work
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Gotham, Batman (Can I get a Gotham tag, please and thank you?)
Character/Pairing: Barbara G., Jim/Barbara K., Jim/Doctor Thompkins, Montoya/Barbara K., Montoya/Barbara G.
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: #107: Social Media
Warning(s): SPOILERS!
Word Count: 487
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Her fingers fly across her keyboard, then she sits back with a smile to read the latest excerpt of the story that precedes her own. She adds one last sentence and smiles as she types the words, and as his arms go around her, she knows this is where she belongs not just for the night, not just as she struggles to find herself, not only as long as Gotham doesn't become too dangerous again, but forever. She is home in Jim Gordon's arms, and she'll never leave them again.
She opens her browser and speeds through the process of posting her story, knowing the clock is ticking. She's no sooner posted her fic than the messages start to come in. Kinda sappy, eh, Babs? She smirks at Nightwing's comment.
She braces herself for the next comment that pings her system. I'm sorry you feel that way, darling. You know your mother and I weren't always together.
I know, she responds, but you should've been. And if that doctor really was a part of your life, I don't want to know about it.
Aren't you the one who set me up for a date this Friday?
That's different.
How?
Mom's gone, Dad, but she wasn't gone then. You should've been together.
Work has a way of interfering.
She can see he's typing more, but another person signing onto the site brings her attention away from her father's message. She glances at the name of the person who just entered, then quickly types back to her father. Yeah. Speaking of which, gotta run! Love ya!
She signs off, as eager to talk to that last individual as she is to see the actor playing her father kiss the good doctor again. She rolls her eyes at the thought. It isn't Montoya's fault, but she'll be damned if she wants another nighter with her as long as she remembers the image of her with the woman playing her mother. She recalls her father telling her that everything she's seen on the show has been loosely based on real life and shivers. Her mother and she would never have the same woman, and besides, Montoya's much younger in real life than she would be if she were the same age of her parents. Still, it doesn't make the images any less graphic.
The com in her ear crackles, and Barbara's glad to hear the voice coming over the line. Work does have a way of interfering, as her father had typed, but sometimes it is a welcome interruption. "What do you have, Nightwing?" she questioned.
"Besides a silly, sappy little fic? I've got a missing person, five suspects, and -- " He drones on about his case, and Barbara listens with a smile. Sometimes, it really is good to be back at work. She needs to work more often, she thinks. Maybe then she could escape the horrors of Monday night TV.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Gotham, Batman (Can I get a Gotham tag, please and thank you?)
Character/Pairing: Barbara G., Jim/Barbara K., Jim/Doctor Thompkins, Montoya/Barbara K., Montoya/Barbara G.
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: #107: Social Media
Warning(s): SPOILERS!
Word Count: 487
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Her fingers fly across her keyboard, then she sits back with a smile to read the latest excerpt of the story that precedes her own. She adds one last sentence and smiles as she types the words, and as his arms go around her, she knows this is where she belongs not just for the night, not just as she struggles to find herself, not only as long as Gotham doesn't become too dangerous again, but forever. She is home in Jim Gordon's arms, and she'll never leave them again.
She opens her browser and speeds through the process of posting her story, knowing the clock is ticking. She's no sooner posted her fic than the messages start to come in. Kinda sappy, eh, Babs? She smirks at Nightwing's comment.
She braces herself for the next comment that pings her system. I'm sorry you feel that way, darling. You know your mother and I weren't always together.
I know, she responds, but you should've been. And if that doctor really was a part of your life, I don't want to know about it.
Aren't you the one who set me up for a date this Friday?
That's different.
How?
Mom's gone, Dad, but she wasn't gone then. You should've been together.
Work has a way of interfering.
She can see he's typing more, but another person signing onto the site brings her attention away from her father's message. She glances at the name of the person who just entered, then quickly types back to her father. Yeah. Speaking of which, gotta run! Love ya!
She signs off, as eager to talk to that last individual as she is to see the actor playing her father kiss the good doctor again. She rolls her eyes at the thought. It isn't Montoya's fault, but she'll be damned if she wants another nighter with her as long as she remembers the image of her with the woman playing her mother. She recalls her father telling her that everything she's seen on the show has been loosely based on real life and shivers. Her mother and she would never have the same woman, and besides, Montoya's much younger in real life than she would be if she were the same age of her parents. Still, it doesn't make the images any less graphic.
The com in her ear crackles, and Barbara's glad to hear the voice coming over the line. Work does have a way of interfering, as her father had typed, but sometimes it is a welcome interruption. "What do you have, Nightwing?" she questioned.
"Besides a silly, sappy little fic? I've got a missing person, five suspects, and -- " He drones on about his case, and Barbara listens with a smile. Sometimes, it really is good to be back at work. She needs to work more often, she thinks. Maybe then she could escape the horrors of Monday night TV.
The End