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Drabble post! (Take two)
Well, here are the next three drabbles I've written for Walking Dead (Carol & Daryl), Gotham (Barbara & Oswald), and Batman comics (Harley & Ivy). I'm happy I'm writing although not sure if anyone is really interested much in them. I thought the fact that they were short and not spanking related may draw more readers, and don't get me wrong, I have gotten a couple reviews, but most are from the folks I wrote them for originally. The lack of comments has me questioning my writing ability which in turn has me feeling a bit depressed. Sorry. Not trying to be a downer or anything. I am still glad I'm writing as it still feels good to do so just not as enthusiastic about it tonight.
Hope you guys had a good weekend, I need to get some Zzz's
Drabble fics under the cut
# 14 cry with Oswald Cobblepot/Barbara Kean. Possibly Oswald offering very awkward shoulder to cry on when Barbara figures out Jim is seeing Lee
Why was she still here? Wasn’t it enough that as she had parked her car here ready to go talk to Jim, see if maybe they could start over again, as if on cue, she saw that other woman slide up next to him on the front entrance sidewalk and casually hand him a coffee all the while looking at him with obvious attraction. The kicker though was seeing Jim’s smile and gaze equally reflect that same attraction.
At that point, Barbara was sure she had lost him, but yet here she still was. What was she waiting for?
Oswald hobbled down the steps of the precinct, and she watched him go. His gait struck her as particularly forlorn, but perhaps it was her own melancholy she was projecting on him. All she did know was that when the odd little man had come around two hours before, he seemed to have a spring to his step, and now he just looked rather deflated. Barbra hadn’t known for certain who Oswald had gone to see at the police station, but if she had to guess it was her Jim. Well, not ‘her’ Jim anymore…
Wrenching the car into gear, she pulled out of the parking spot she’d been sitting in across from the station going on three hours now to pull up alongside Oswald. She rolled down the window to call out to him, “Oswald!”
A momentary flash of terror registered in Oswald’s eyes as he spun to face the vehicle before he realized who it was visibly relaxing to know it wasn’t one of Maroni’s hit men after his most recent near death escape from the man, “Barbara? Why hello there.”
She gave him a forced smile, “You look like you might need a ride, and well, I figured I just happened to be in the neighborhood…” The truth of the matter was she was feeling lonely, and from the look of Oswald, he was looking a little lonely as well.
Oswald studied her a moment before opening the door and climbing in, “That’s very kind of you. I was actually about to call a cab to take me to my new place of business. Fish Mooney’s old establishment recently renovated; we’re having the grand opening tonight. You are of course invited to attend as my personal guest of honor.”
Barbara moved back in to traffic towards Fish’s club. She didn’t know her way around Gotham well, but that particular place after hearing Jim speak on it she had made a point to look up. She simply shook her head speaking softly, “No, I’m sorry. I’m not really up for being around a bunch of people tonight.”
Sensing her anguish Oswald offered, “Well, there’s no one there at the moment besides a few electricians, would you like to come by for a drink now before the club opens? Drinks are on the house of course, and in case you might think otherwise, I’m offering as a complete gentleman with no immodest intentions.”
Barbara had to smile at the man’s quirkiness. From what she could see, Oswald was being quite genuine so she nodded her agreement.
It didn’t take long for the two to pull up to the bar, and Oswald directed Barbara to park in the back where they had cameras to ensure safety and a side entrance to the club used by employees. Oswald was sure to hold the door for her and pull out a seat at the bar before going behind the bar and asking with a goofy smile and a small snort, “So madam, what do I have the pleasure of fixing for you as our first customer.”
Giving a small titter herself Barbara replied, “How about a good old fashioned screwdriver.”
Oswald nodded swinging the floor fridge open to grab the OJ and snatching the bottle of finest vodka the place had, “The lady will have the best screwdriver in the house made by the owner himself!” Grabbing two glasses, Oswald made one for each of them although his eyebrows raised in surprise when Barbara had asked him to make hers a double. Oswald knew better than to drink more than one himself since he still had much to do in ways of preparation for the clubs opening, and more importantly, he wasn’t very good at holding his liquor, so getting drunk would have likely been a disastrous mistake on his end with all he currently had at stake.
On some level, Barbara knew she was making a mistake coming here. She knew her weakness for addictions and her weakness to escape through such venues as alcohol from past mishaps, but at the moment she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
The first drink she had practically downed like a shot and was more than halfway through her second drink when she dropped the small talk and asked curiously, “Tell me Oswald, you seem like a smart man. How is it that you and Jim… well how did he end up getting accused of murdering you?”
Oswald’s eyes widened a bit at her directness before they turned to the ceiling a small sniff of a chuckle escaping as he recalled fondly just how well his plan that day had worked out for him now. Oswald focused on her once more a smirk played across his lips, “Oh that. Well, it’s really a long story of being in the wrong place at the wrong time to thankfully being in the right place at the right time when it really counted. Let’s just say I’m very grateful Jim is not a murderer!” As he said this, he rose from his seat moving behind the counter to pick up the bottle of vodka and quickly offer her another drink, “But enough about me, I haven’t seen you in quite some time. How is everything going with you and James?”
Barbara was silent a moment as she nursed he drink before she stated, “…Jim’s seeing someone else,” she trailed off the heartbreak evident in her words.
Oswald blinked, “I… I’m sorry to hear that. Did you want me to speak to him on your behalf? Surely there must be some mistake. I…” Oswald trailed off as Barbara began to cry. He quickly grabbed a stack of napkins moving back around the counter to her side. “I… I didn’t mean to upset you. Please… Here.” His social awkwardness was evident as he held out the wad of napkins stiffly.
She had to laugh to look at him as she took the napkins from him his hand shaking slightly at her distress, “Thank you Oswald. I should probably be going now.”
Oswald looked notably concerned, “I can have my man drive you home,” he hailed to the beefy man leaning in the corner that lumbered forward at his beckon.
Barbara shook her head no as she stood, “I’m not drunk Oswald, I’m just a little emotional. I’m sorry I burdened you with my troubles.”
“No, no. Really! It’s no trouble at all Barbara,” Oswald projected obvious worry for her wellbeing, “I’m more than sure you can drive, but I don’t think you should in your state regardless if you’re drunk or not. You are obviously distraught which can be just as dangerous if not more so. Please, at least let my man follow you home to ensure you make it safely. Would that be too much to ask?”
Conceding she nodded dabbing her eyes with the napkins in obvious embarrassment, “Okay. Thank you Oswald. I really appreciate the kindness.”
Oswald shrugged shyly giving her a wide smile, “The pleasure is all mine Barbara. Please don’t let this be a deterrent to visiting. You’ll always be welcome here at my establishment you know.”
Barbara gave him a weak smile grabbing her purse, “Thanks Oswald,” she replied in a whisper as she walked towards the door.
Oswald’s bodyguard moved to open the door for her following her out as Oswald sighed in dissatisfaction watching her leave a frown forming on his face knowing he would likely not see her again.
Drunk Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy foriamrman82
“Weeeeeeeee!” Harley swung back and forth effortlessly across the room making the chandelier creak in protest while the ballroom attendants scattered screaming in alarm realizing who they were being confronted by and more than a little worried her known counterpart, the Joker, may be lurking and ready to take the stage at any moment.
“Harley! Get down from there!” Ivy groaned as she slapped her forehead running her hand down the length of her face. Why did she allow herself to get caught up in Harley’s escapades? She should have known better as one drink turned into eight, but by that point it really was too late. The two had started in a bar down the street where after getting hit on by the locals turned the bar into vine-laden utopia out of a few well-placed house plants. By that point the girls figured all bets were off and took the bottle of tequila from the bar with them. They did leave a tip though as they ran laughing out of the pub. Somehow they had ended up here looking for a little more class than the dive they’d just retreated from to which Harley blew out of the water when she’d climbed on stage only to launch herself on to the chandelier as if she were Tarzan.
Harley pouted letting herself fall less than gracefully on top of one of the finely set tables tipping it over in a huge crash of glass and dinnerware. She scrambled to her feet a bit wobbly as she made her way over to Ivy, “Aw Red, don’t be such a party pooper!”
Ivy just sighed rolling her eyes as she snatched Harley by the bicep hauling her towards the back door of the establishment, “Come on; let’s get you home before we both get arrested and end up back in Arkham.”
Harley squealed giddily as they made their way through the banquet’s kitchen area to an exit leading on to a side street, “Are we gonna go visit mista J?”
For just a split second, Ivy contemplated tossing the blonde in to the nearby dumpster and leaving her to fend for herself. Ivy instead growled her irritation, “Most definitely not!” She despised the Joker, and the fact that her best friend was still to this day so infatuated with the obvious abuser rubbed her the wrong way.
Making their way back to Ivy’s car, she shoved Harley into the passenger side before quickly jetting into the car herself to speed away hearing the police car sirens not too far off. By the time they were pulling into the hidden grove Ivy currently called home, Harley was snoring softly drooling on the passenger side door.
Ivy just sighed looking at her a small smile forming on her face. Harley reminded her that there was more to life than agendas and super serious botanical experiments, and in that way she was glad the ditzy blonde and her had become so close. For all the trouble she caused, Harley knew how to let loose, and have fun. No matter how infuriated Harley could make her, Ivy had to admit she may have needed to lighten up just a little bit every now and again.
Walking Dead - Daryl and Carol a lost childhood memory forficwriterjer
The hallway was musky and smelled of rot and the lights flickered dimly Carol vaguely took note of as Daryl’s sinewy arms wrapped gently around her frail form and drew her off the ground.
He had rescued her when she thought she was lost to the tide of constant death that surrounded them in this unforgiving world they now called home. Carol had not always been a fighter, and up until recently had been just the opposite, but this man knew her at her weakest and had seen her mature in to whatever she was now. She was still debating on some level if she considered it better; stronger perhaps, but not necessarily better. It didn’t really matter at the moment. All that did matter was survival, and these two had become quite adept at that skill.
At this instant all Carol could think of was how Daryl carrying her in this fashion reminded her of a distant memory. She had to have been about seven she recalled when she had tripped careening head long in to the diving board. She really shouldn’t have been running as the signs prohibited she supposed, but when do kids ever take in to account the dangers of such antics? Everything had gone black briefly before the blossom of pain to her temple registered as a dull aftershock. She didn’t recall when her father had jumped in, but she remembered her body being thrust upward in a jarring sensation as the water departed and a deep intake of breath filled her hungry lungs. The sun had seemed so bright that day reflecting blindly off the water’s surface. She dimly registered moving across the pool, but what stood out to her was that feeling of weightlessness as her father sprang rapidly up the concrete pool steps cradling her to his chest.
That same sense of urgency and concern she read in Daryl’s countenance now. For the first time in a long time she let her body sag and release the bottled tension that had kept her stomach in a knotted mess since being separated from the group. She didn’t fear now; Daryl had her, and everything was going to be okay. She felt insubstantial in a sea of haze, but mostly, she felt safe.
Meme prompts to come...
Hope you guys had a good weekend, I need to get some Zzz's
Drabble fics under the cut
# 14 cry with Oswald Cobblepot/Barbara Kean. Possibly Oswald offering very awkward shoulder to cry on when Barbara figures out Jim is seeing Lee
Why was she still here? Wasn’t it enough that as she had parked her car here ready to go talk to Jim, see if maybe they could start over again, as if on cue, she saw that other woman slide up next to him on the front entrance sidewalk and casually hand him a coffee all the while looking at him with obvious attraction. The kicker though was seeing Jim’s smile and gaze equally reflect that same attraction.
At that point, Barbara was sure she had lost him, but yet here she still was. What was she waiting for?
Oswald hobbled down the steps of the precinct, and she watched him go. His gait struck her as particularly forlorn, but perhaps it was her own melancholy she was projecting on him. All she did know was that when the odd little man had come around two hours before, he seemed to have a spring to his step, and now he just looked rather deflated. Barbra hadn’t known for certain who Oswald had gone to see at the police station, but if she had to guess it was her Jim. Well, not ‘her’ Jim anymore…
Wrenching the car into gear, she pulled out of the parking spot she’d been sitting in across from the station going on three hours now to pull up alongside Oswald. She rolled down the window to call out to him, “Oswald!”
A momentary flash of terror registered in Oswald’s eyes as he spun to face the vehicle before he realized who it was visibly relaxing to know it wasn’t one of Maroni’s hit men after his most recent near death escape from the man, “Barbara? Why hello there.”
She gave him a forced smile, “You look like you might need a ride, and well, I figured I just happened to be in the neighborhood…” The truth of the matter was she was feeling lonely, and from the look of Oswald, he was looking a little lonely as well.
Oswald studied her a moment before opening the door and climbing in, “That’s very kind of you. I was actually about to call a cab to take me to my new place of business. Fish Mooney’s old establishment recently renovated; we’re having the grand opening tonight. You are of course invited to attend as my personal guest of honor.”
Barbara moved back in to traffic towards Fish’s club. She didn’t know her way around Gotham well, but that particular place after hearing Jim speak on it she had made a point to look up. She simply shook her head speaking softly, “No, I’m sorry. I’m not really up for being around a bunch of people tonight.”
Sensing her anguish Oswald offered, “Well, there’s no one there at the moment besides a few electricians, would you like to come by for a drink now before the club opens? Drinks are on the house of course, and in case you might think otherwise, I’m offering as a complete gentleman with no immodest intentions.”
Barbara had to smile at the man’s quirkiness. From what she could see, Oswald was being quite genuine so she nodded her agreement.
It didn’t take long for the two to pull up to the bar, and Oswald directed Barbara to park in the back where they had cameras to ensure safety and a side entrance to the club used by employees. Oswald was sure to hold the door for her and pull out a seat at the bar before going behind the bar and asking with a goofy smile and a small snort, “So madam, what do I have the pleasure of fixing for you as our first customer.”
Giving a small titter herself Barbara replied, “How about a good old fashioned screwdriver.”
Oswald nodded swinging the floor fridge open to grab the OJ and snatching the bottle of finest vodka the place had, “The lady will have the best screwdriver in the house made by the owner himself!” Grabbing two glasses, Oswald made one for each of them although his eyebrows raised in surprise when Barbara had asked him to make hers a double. Oswald knew better than to drink more than one himself since he still had much to do in ways of preparation for the clubs opening, and more importantly, he wasn’t very good at holding his liquor, so getting drunk would have likely been a disastrous mistake on his end with all he currently had at stake.
On some level, Barbara knew she was making a mistake coming here. She knew her weakness for addictions and her weakness to escape through such venues as alcohol from past mishaps, but at the moment she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
The first drink she had practically downed like a shot and was more than halfway through her second drink when she dropped the small talk and asked curiously, “Tell me Oswald, you seem like a smart man. How is it that you and Jim… well how did he end up getting accused of murdering you?”
Oswald’s eyes widened a bit at her directness before they turned to the ceiling a small sniff of a chuckle escaping as he recalled fondly just how well his plan that day had worked out for him now. Oswald focused on her once more a smirk played across his lips, “Oh that. Well, it’s really a long story of being in the wrong place at the wrong time to thankfully being in the right place at the right time when it really counted. Let’s just say I’m very grateful Jim is not a murderer!” As he said this, he rose from his seat moving behind the counter to pick up the bottle of vodka and quickly offer her another drink, “But enough about me, I haven’t seen you in quite some time. How is everything going with you and James?”
Barbara was silent a moment as she nursed he drink before she stated, “…Jim’s seeing someone else,” she trailed off the heartbreak evident in her words.
Oswald blinked, “I… I’m sorry to hear that. Did you want me to speak to him on your behalf? Surely there must be some mistake. I…” Oswald trailed off as Barbara began to cry. He quickly grabbed a stack of napkins moving back around the counter to her side. “I… I didn’t mean to upset you. Please… Here.” His social awkwardness was evident as he held out the wad of napkins stiffly.
She had to laugh to look at him as she took the napkins from him his hand shaking slightly at her distress, “Thank you Oswald. I should probably be going now.”
Oswald looked notably concerned, “I can have my man drive you home,” he hailed to the beefy man leaning in the corner that lumbered forward at his beckon.
Barbara shook her head no as she stood, “I’m not drunk Oswald, I’m just a little emotional. I’m sorry I burdened you with my troubles.”
“No, no. Really! It’s no trouble at all Barbara,” Oswald projected obvious worry for her wellbeing, “I’m more than sure you can drive, but I don’t think you should in your state regardless if you’re drunk or not. You are obviously distraught which can be just as dangerous if not more so. Please, at least let my man follow you home to ensure you make it safely. Would that be too much to ask?”
Conceding she nodded dabbing her eyes with the napkins in obvious embarrassment, “Okay. Thank you Oswald. I really appreciate the kindness.”
Oswald shrugged shyly giving her a wide smile, “The pleasure is all mine Barbara. Please don’t let this be a deterrent to visiting. You’ll always be welcome here at my establishment you know.”
Barbara gave him a weak smile grabbing her purse, “Thanks Oswald,” she replied in a whisper as she walked towards the door.
Oswald’s bodyguard moved to open the door for her following her out as Oswald sighed in dissatisfaction watching her leave a frown forming on his face knowing he would likely not see her again.
Drunk Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy for
iamrman82 “Weeeeeeeee!” Harley swung back and forth effortlessly across the room making the chandelier creak in protest while the ballroom attendants scattered screaming in alarm realizing who they were being confronted by and more than a little worried her known counterpart, the Joker, may be lurking and ready to take the stage at any moment.
“Harley! Get down from there!” Ivy groaned as she slapped her forehead running her hand down the length of her face. Why did she allow herself to get caught up in Harley’s escapades? She should have known better as one drink turned into eight, but by that point it really was too late. The two had started in a bar down the street where after getting hit on by the locals turned the bar into vine-laden utopia out of a few well-placed house plants. By that point the girls figured all bets were off and took the bottle of tequila from the bar with them. They did leave a tip though as they ran laughing out of the pub. Somehow they had ended up here looking for a little more class than the dive they’d just retreated from to which Harley blew out of the water when she’d climbed on stage only to launch herself on to the chandelier as if she were Tarzan.
Harley pouted letting herself fall less than gracefully on top of one of the finely set tables tipping it over in a huge crash of glass and dinnerware. She scrambled to her feet a bit wobbly as she made her way over to Ivy, “Aw Red, don’t be such a party pooper!”
Ivy just sighed rolling her eyes as she snatched Harley by the bicep hauling her towards the back door of the establishment, “Come on; let’s get you home before we both get arrested and end up back in Arkham.”
Harley squealed giddily as they made their way through the banquet’s kitchen area to an exit leading on to a side street, “Are we gonna go visit mista J?”
For just a split second, Ivy contemplated tossing the blonde in to the nearby dumpster and leaving her to fend for herself. Ivy instead growled her irritation, “Most definitely not!” She despised the Joker, and the fact that her best friend was still to this day so infatuated with the obvious abuser rubbed her the wrong way.
Making their way back to Ivy’s car, she shoved Harley into the passenger side before quickly jetting into the car herself to speed away hearing the police car sirens not too far off. By the time they were pulling into the hidden grove Ivy currently called home, Harley was snoring softly drooling on the passenger side door.
Ivy just sighed looking at her a small smile forming on her face. Harley reminded her that there was more to life than agendas and super serious botanical experiments, and in that way she was glad the ditzy blonde and her had become so close. For all the trouble she caused, Harley knew how to let loose, and have fun. No matter how infuriated Harley could make her, Ivy had to admit she may have needed to lighten up just a little bit every now and again.
Walking Dead - Daryl and Carol a lost childhood memory for
ficwriterjer The hallway was musky and smelled of rot and the lights flickered dimly Carol vaguely took note of as Daryl’s sinewy arms wrapped gently around her frail form and drew her off the ground.
He had rescued her when she thought she was lost to the tide of constant death that surrounded them in this unforgiving world they now called home. Carol had not always been a fighter, and up until recently had been just the opposite, but this man knew her at her weakest and had seen her mature in to whatever she was now. She was still debating on some level if she considered it better; stronger perhaps, but not necessarily better. It didn’t really matter at the moment. All that did matter was survival, and these two had become quite adept at that skill.
At this instant all Carol could think of was how Daryl carrying her in this fashion reminded her of a distant memory. She had to have been about seven she recalled when she had tripped careening head long in to the diving board. She really shouldn’t have been running as the signs prohibited she supposed, but when do kids ever take in to account the dangers of such antics? Everything had gone black briefly before the blossom of pain to her temple registered as a dull aftershock. She didn’t recall when her father had jumped in, but she remembered her body being thrust upward in a jarring sensation as the water departed and a deep intake of breath filled her hungry lungs. The sun had seemed so bright that day reflecting blindly off the water’s surface. She dimly registered moving across the pool, but what stood out to her was that feeling of weightlessness as her father sprang rapidly up the concrete pool steps cradling her to his chest.
That same sense of urgency and concern she read in Daryl’s countenance now. For the first time in a long time she let her body sag and release the bottled tension that had kept her stomach in a knotted mess since being separated from the group. She didn’t fear now; Daryl had her, and everything was going to be okay. She felt insubstantial in a sea of haze, but mostly, she felt safe.
Meme prompts to come...
1. roaming the forest |
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2. lowered lashes |
Harvey Dent/James Gordon. Points for feeling confessions. Bonus points for hugs and adorable smiles Jack Rackham/Anne Bonny
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3. a lost childhood memory |
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4. the dark things you fear |
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5. entwined at dusk |
Chas and Zed Sherlock and Joan |
6. underwater |
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7. a long time ago |
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8. blackest night |
Deadpool and Squirrel Girl |
9. a cruel illusion |
Jaime and Sansa Jefferson x Regina
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10. wicked truth |
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11. injured |
Sherlock and Joan |
12. sick |
Edward Nygma/Jim Gordon (with Ed being the one getting sick but nothing serious) Jo/Henry (Forever)
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13. drunk |
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14. cry |
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15. lonely |
Harvey Bullock/Edward Nygma Clara/12th Doctor (friendship and bonus points for hugs)
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16. fight |
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17. afraid |
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18. humiliated |
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19. bullied |
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20. disoriented |
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21. stressed |
Edward/Harvey (because the last couple of episodes have to have done a number on Edward in terms of stress, hugs a bonus Sherlock and Kitty
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22. too much |
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23. not enough |
Black Sails, Flint/Miranda.... make it a really dirty drabble:)
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24. death of loved one |
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25. ghosts from the past |
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26. delirious |
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27. fever |
Constantine/Zed
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28. worried |
Sherlock and Joan |
29. anxiety |
Sherlock/Joan (bonus points for Sherlock being the one hit by anxiety and a Joan/Sherlock hug Jim Gordon/Edward Nygma
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