Owl City Lonely Lullaby 

A/n- You don't have to listen to the song, but I think it's fitting.

The world is sometimes dark, scary, and dangerous, but it is evened out by the happy, wonderful, beautiful moments that sometimes occur.

Gotham City is bleak, gloomy, and utterly dangerous. And there are next to no good happenings here.

Gotham City is home. And, though home may be miserable most of the time, Y/n makes the best of it.

Y/n tries to be the light in the darkness of Gotham; she counterattacks the gloom with happiness and smiles.

She always looks forward to making someone else's day a bit brighter, and she loves helping people find happiness.

Harvey Bullock is a rough cop who tries to do the right thing but usually ends up failing. Or at least he was until he met Jim Gordon and he taught Harvey that it's worth it to have morals.

Harvey met Y/n before he met Jim, and she rocked his world.

He first saw her giving a homeless bum food and a blanket. She smiled kindly and chatted with him for awhile before heading on her way. He was infatuated with her luminous smile and beautiful h/c hair. She walked away with a smile, and headed into a cafe. He followed, and managed to ask her out on a date.

The rest is history.

-Your POV-

You walk into the GCPD with a gigantic smirk on your face, you see Harvey and Jim standing by his desk.

"Hey handsome," you coo into Harvey's ear.

"Y/n! What're you doing here, Hunny-bun?"

Jim tries to stifle a groan but I hear it perfectly.

"Oh, Harvey, you know how Jim hates that nickname. Actually, he hates all nicknames." You smile, ruffling Jim's hair.

"Nice to see you Y/n," Jim replies politely.

"Hey Jimmy. Anyways, Harvey, we still on for tonight?" You smirk and waggle your eyebrows suggestively.

He grins in response, "I always got time for you babe."

"Glad to hear it," you whisper seductively into his ear before kissing him gently on the lips.

Jim groans.

"Sorry, Jim, I was just leaving." You say as you walk out of the precinct, turning to blow Harv a kiss.

-3rd Person POV-

As soon as Y/n left, Jim turned to Harvey with a concerned expression.

"Harv, can I talk to you?"

"Sure Jim, what is it?"

Jim glances around at all the cops in the precinct, "Privately."

Harvey follows Jim as he walks into an empty interrogation room.

"Ok Jim, what's up?"

"Harvey, remember that murderer you caught?"

"Jim, you'll have to be more specific, I've locked up quite a few baddies."

"The one that swore vengeance and escaped? The one that almost killed you while you were getting a danish?"

Harvey nods, "That was a good danish, totally worth it."

"Harv, I'm being serious! Think of what would happen if another got out. What if a smart criminal escaped? He wouldn't just go after you, he'd go after Y/n..."

Harvey narrows his eyes at Jim, "Where're you going with this?"

Jim sighs, "Harvey, you should do what's best for Y/n. I know you care for her, and if you really loved her you'd let her go. She's not safe with you."

"She's not safe without me! I protect her!"

"No Harvey, you don't. She could be kidnapped, tortured, killed. You don't want that to happen. Remember Barbra? Victor Zsasz got her, and I couldn't do anything to help her except surrender. I don't want that to happen to Y/n... Harvey this isn't just about you, you have to think about her well-being. Remember the Spirit of the Goat? You have a lot of enemies. I just don't want anything to happen to you or Y/n. Can't you see that?"

Harvey looks at the floor, downcast. He knew that Jim was right, and he also knew that what he was going to do would hurt.

-Your POV-

You sat in your apartment, waiting for Harvey. He said that he'd be there at six, but he hasn't shown up yet.

Staring at the candle's flame, you wait.

An hour passes, and you decide to phone him, but he doesn't pick up.

Another hour passes, and you decide to call Jim. He picks up.

"Jim, do you know where Harvey is?! He hasn't picked up, and he said he'd be here-"

"Y/n, relax. Harvey had to cancel, but he's alright."

"C-cancel? Why?"

"He," Jim sighs, "he has to speak to you tomorrow. Now, I'm sorry, but I got to go." With that he hangs up, leaving you to your thoughts.

The night passed slowly, and sleep hardly came to you. You were nervous. Harvey never canceled unless he was in trouble, but Jim said he was fine, and Jim never lies.

Morning came quietly, and you get up and do your normal routine before heading to the GCPD to speak to Harvey.

When you arrive, you see Jim and Harvey talking by the usual spot.

You smile at seeing Harvey perfectly fine, and dash up to them.

"Harvey, I was worried sick! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, Jim told me," You reply, still smiling.

Harvey jerks his head over towards a small room, and you follow him in.

"Harv, what's wrong?"

"Y/n, I'm breaking up with you."

Your heart plummets, and your smile instantly fades, "Is this a joke? Cause it's not funny."

"It's not a joke! You're good for nothing, you suck at cooking, you're a pathetic wimp, and you-you're a worthless whore!"

He adds some more less than nice words, and continues with the verbal abuse for a solid two minutes, before seeing your face and knowing that he went too far.

A single teardrop rolls down your cheek, and your countenance is miserable. Your eyes burn with unshed tears, and your lower lip quivers.

No one has ever laid into you like that, no one would ever want to hurt you like that.

Harvey smothered the bright happiness of your soul, and replaced it with a charred, smoking wick.

Empty, cold, and lonely.

"Y/n-" Harvey starts, remorseful.

But it's too late.

"Don't." Your voice is hard and unfeeling as your try to suppress your pain.

Never having been hurt like this before, you don't know what to say or do. Your heart hasn't been broken before, so there are no walls or fences to guard it. Fresh wounds make your heart bleed and run with blood, so that there is nothing except a lump of bloody flesh.

A once bright spirit is now black with agony.

"H-harvey I-I love you."

The words are so afflicted, and raw, and real, that Harvey's resolve fades and his eyes well with tears.

But it's too late.

You leave the room, and walk back into the main area of the precinct. Everyone looks at you, even the criminals. They heard the yelling, and they saw your face.

Hushed whispers greet your burning ears, and Jim's stare is the one you notice the most.

His stare is unfeeling, and purposeful.

You sob now, and push your way through the sea of people before breaking into the open outside air.

Running, you flee not caring about where you're going.

-Time Skip-

It's been a week. And you're not better yet.

Your heart is lost and bruised. Broken beyond repair.

Walking down the cold street, you frown. Frowning seems to be the only thing your mouth can do these days.

Sighing heavily, you try to not think about your ex.

"Give me your purse." A raspy voice says from behind you.

You hardly even heard it, but you take your purse off and toss it behind you.

"Your necklace."

You look down at the cheap necklace that Harvey bought you for your birthday. For some reason you can't bear to part with it; with the memories that it contains. You can't forget him.

"It's not worth anything."

"I'll be the judge of that!" The man retorts, holding something shiny to your throat.

You know that it's a knife. A sharp, deadly knife that would kill.

And you don't care, because you have a knife too.

It was hidden in your pocket, and know you hold it in your hand.

You turn around and stab it into the man's stomach before he stabs you in the stomach.

You gasp and sputter, but stab the man again, and run towards the police department. Making it halfway there, you see Harvey and Jim walking towards you.

Pain blossoms through you, a scarlet flower that chokes out everything. It is fire and torture and anguish.

Faintly, you hear a familiar voice call to you, before you collapse onto the cement.

A metallic taste dribbles into your mouth and leaks down your chin. Blood, your life source, is draining from you.

Harvey and Jim look down at you, and you hear Harvey's cries. Jim tells you to stay awake, but you don't see the point.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!!! I-I didn't mean any of it!! I love you!! I love you so much, stay with us!! PLEASE I LOVE YOU!"

But it's too late.

-3rd Person POV-

Harvey shakes Y/n, trying to keep her away. A teardrop falls from the corner of Y/n's eye, splatting on the pavement.

His cries are desperate, filled with sorrow, his hands covered in her blood as he tries to stop the bleeding.

She speaks now, blood making her voice gurgled, "You were my dream come true-" She's cut off by a fit of painful coughing, "I-I love you, but l-let the dreams t-take me n-now pleas...-"

Y/n's head rolls to the side, and Harvey yells at her, begs her to stay awake. But she doesn't.

Peaceful, she lays there, with an elegant, albeit bloody, smile on her face. Graceful and beautiful, she rests.

Harvey's cries can be heard from faraway, and they are spilling with utter defeat and loneliness.

"Y/n.. I'll never forget you, n-never. It's all my fault!"

His pain is infinite, and his sorrow unmatchable.

Word count: 1643

Woah, that was sad. I was crying, legit.

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