4So I got hooked on Gotham and fell in love. I really like the Jerome, Tetch, Scarecrow trio and I decided I'd write a little fanfic. Of course in true me fashion I will be adding in an OC named Wendy Killian. I hope y'all enjoy!
Wendy Description: She's 22 years old with olive skin and doe-like hazel eyes. She has wavy light brown hair that goes to right below her shoulder blades with a little bit of side fringe. Her go-to hairstyle is having her hair Wendy is about 5' 2" and isn't really skinny or really big. Think Marilyn Monroe for her body type. She can also control the air, including the air in your lungs.
I don't own Gotham
AN: This is the rewritten chapter 1. I've made some changes so it doesn't look like complete trash.
The Narrows
A young woman in her early twenties sits down at her office desk in her new club called Neverland. She goes over some plans, her wavy brown bangs falling into her hazel eyes, when there is a knock on her office door. She pushes aside her work, brushing the wrinkles on her ice blue dress as she lets the person inside. A young woman with curly blonde hair pulled into a bun and sapphire eyes walks inside, her forest green dress swishing as she walks. She brings forward a purple envelope with green and orange "HA HA HA"s all over it. The hazel eyed woman takes the envelope with a smile and reads through quickly before responding.
"Thank you, Bell. Did anyone give you trouble?"
"No, Wendy Lady. Everything went exactly as you said it would."
"Fantastic. Now, I have one more task for you," Wendy opens a drawer in her desk, pulling out a moleskine bag placing it on the top of her desk. Bell picks it up and looks inside, seeing a bottle of yellow-gold powder and a list of names inside. The blonde readds the label on the front,
"Pixie Dust? What is this stuff supposed to make them fly or something?" she asks ver confused.
"In a way, yes," Wendy gets up from the desk and walks towards the large window that overlooks the rest of her club, her black heels clicking with every step. She gazes out the window, brushing her hand against the ivy growing next to it, "I need you to administer this to every person you see on the list tonight. The plan is happening sooner than expected and we need to make sure the GCPD is as distracted as we can get them,"
"Do you want me to get the Lost Boys and Girls together for this?"
"No Bell, this is too dangerous for those kids. Go to The Hollow and get your girls for this mission. Be quick and please try not to get caught again." With those words she sends the girl on her way. Wendy watches guests mingle in the earthy themed club, the fairy light illuminated their faces with a warm glow. On the upper floor, the floor for minors to hang out, some rambunctious children play fight with rubber band guns. She watches them with a fond smile before going back to her desk to finish up with some things.
Several Hours Later
Wendy lounges on the sofa in the sitting room of her larger home, formerly known as the Falcone estate. She reads the book form which she was given her namesake, Peter Pan.
"Hello Jonathon," she says, flipping the page without glancing up. A young man dressed as Scarecrow steps out of the shadows, tilting his head at her. She closes the book, using a green ribbon as a bookmark, and sits up with a smile. Before she can say anything else there's a rapping on her upstairs window. Wendy gets up, tightening her robe as she ascends the stairs. She pushes open the old victorian shutters and sees a redheaded man with scars along his faces holding onto some ivy, rain pouring down his face.
"Jerome, you know you can use the front door, right?"
"Where would the fun be in doing that? Come on now dollface, help me in. I'm freezing my ass off out here." he tells her in his normal joking manner. With a laugh Wendy reaches out the window, grabbing his arms to help him in. She crosses the hallway to the linen closet, pulling out a towel with purple, green and orange designs on it for him to dry off with. While still looking in the closet to grab a towel with halloween designs on it for Jonathon and a future guests she talks to Jerome.
"Is Jervis here yet or is he late for a very important date?"
"My dear Wendy, I do believe that was my line," says a voice from right behind her. She startles before turning around, seeing the man in question. Wendy puts a hand over her heart while handing him a towel that has teacups on it.
"Jervis you nearly gave me a heartache!" She exclaims with a smile. She crosses the hallway handing Jerome his as well before walking down the stairs again, "Do now of you boys know how to knock on the front door like normal people?"
"I knocked on the side door…." Jonathon states in his slightly creepy slow voice while taking his towel from the girl. All of them share a little laugh before Wendy goes around showing them to the rooms they can stay at the mansion.
"Seeing as it is nearly two o'clock in the morning, tomorrow we can talk about our next course of action, gentlemen." With that everyone disperses into their rooms. Meanwhile throughout Gotham, certain men and women are being infected with the dust Bell and her friends have been spreading around. The GCPD can't even search for the three missing Arkham patients while they are occupied with trying to stop people from jumping off buildings with the ideas in their heads that they can fly. Perhaps the people have just forgotten to think happy thoughts?
How was that y'all? I tried to do the OG route I was planning but my brain decided to do something different. Chapter 3 is about ⅓ of the way done. I just wanted to focus on rewriting this before I finished that chapter