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Twisted meet-cute

Move to Gotham she said. It will be fun she said. Crime is around every corner and under every rock. This city is a cesspool of filth and death. But It was becoming home. Your roommate decided she wanted to save the world so she became a police officer with the Gotham police department. You on the other hand wanted to help people in a different way. You decided to join your best friend on her suicidal move to Gotham so you could be the best damn teacher there.

It was hard at first. The teachers in the city gave 0 shits about the kids, so the kids gave 0 shits about school. It took some firm talking, borderline yelling, brides, lots of food, and promises to never give up on the kids to get them to at least sit-down and pay attention. Then it took telling them about yourself to get them to trust you and for them to actually learn.

After finishing grading the English papers, and double-checking your student's other homework, you decided to go visit (b/f/f) and see if they were free to grab an early dinner. You went against your better judgment and walked the short way from your apartment to the police station. The air had this eery chill in the air, almost as if warning that something bad was going to happen. But hey it's Gotham something bad always happens.

You were almost to the front doors when you noticed out the corner of your eye and sharp-dressed, a well-built man standing outside the station. He was on the phone having a heated argument with someone. Suddenly you heard some tires squeal and turned to see a man in a ski mask lean out of a black Camaro with a gun and aim for the man in the suit. Without thinking you ran over to him and tackle him to the ground. A sharp pain came from your left shoulder as the two of you went down.

There were cops yelling and people screaming around you. You opened your eye, which you never realized you shut, and stared into the piercing blue eyes looking up at you. He looked into your eyes then glanced over at your shoulder. Apparently, during the superman move, you had gotten shot.

"(Y/n) holy shit are you okay," you heard your friend yell as they helped you off the strange, attractive man.

"Not a single scrap."

"I can see the blood on your shoulder"

"It's my time of the month"

An EMT person came to check out you and the man but before they could put you in the ambulance and bring you to the death house aka hospital, you slipped away and just walked back to your apartment. 'It's a through and through. It's not that bad. At least it was they say on tv' you thought.

Once you got back to your apartment, you went to the bathroom to clean the scratch. It was disgusting. And it hurt. But after you got it cleaned and disinfected and covered with my little pony band-aid that you had bought to bring to class as a joke, you passed out. (B/f/f) woke you up when they got off and started yelling about how stupid you were for not going to the hospital after getting shot but they also knew why you refused to go.

They made sure that it wasn't infected and gave you some pain pills then he went off to sleep before having to go back to work in 6 hours. You woke the next day with a note asking you to at least see a medical person of any capacity and more pain pills. Since it was the weekend, you had the day to wither in pain and plan what you were doing for classes next week.

Third-person pov

Bruce left the station after the shooting to catch the guy who opened fire on the police station. But that girl who pushed him out of harm's way plagued his mind. She couldn't have been from Gotham. As Alfred would say he was the only one stupid enough to jump in front of a bullet for a stranger. The shooter was trying to take down as many cops as he could. And oddly enough Gotham was quiet the rest of the night.