Case Lead (Closed)

Sam pretty much was used to this kinda thing, what he wasn’t used to was seeing a woman on the scene of the crime and he smiled at her with teeth and flashed his badge at her. “Agent Smith here, can you tell me what happened here please?” He asked the woman with a smile, Sam could be a charmer when he wanted to be.

“Not sure, that’s why I’m here” Bobbi flashed him her badge, one that looked a lot similar to his. “Funny, I don’t remember seeing you at the briefing this morning” she said, watching him closely. Not that Bobbi was FBI either, but she had to act like it for now. 

Alone On The Run (Closed)

Daryl blamed himself for not being vigilant. It was the first time Aaron had trusted him to reach out to someone alone, to tell them about Alexandria and gauge their interest. The other man was waiting in the car a ways off. The first time Daryl does this on his own, and he almost loses their target. Well, he found her. And she was about to go all Bruce Lee on his ass, apparently.

Daryl stepped back with his hands up in the universal gesture for “I’m friendly, please do not beat me with your stick”. He did his best to keep his surprise she’d managed to sneak up on him off his face. “My name’s Daryl,” he began, “I ain’t plannin’ on tryin’ t’ hurt ya. Just wanna have a conversation.”

Bobbi gave him a look, as she lowered her weapon, still ready to kick his ass if she had to. There weren’t any more friendly people, they were all gone nowadays. Bobbi was usually pretty open minded, or at least she used to be before this shit started, now she didn’t really trust anyone. 

“Okay well start talkin’ “ she said flatly, if he had followed her this long just to have a conversation, then she assumed she had a little time to listen. All it took was one false move to try to knock his head off, but that was just in case she didn’t like what he was saying. “But if I don’t like it, you’re turnin’ right around and leavin’ me alone.” 

Turns around to different angles so she can get a view. “Nice right?”

“Uh yeah, I mean I guess. I’m not the type for helmets, but whatever.” 

( @itsmorsemockingbird )

     Another boring evening in the city of garbage. There wasn’t anything for her to do back home and she was starting to grow impatient. Walking always helped clear her mind and sometimes she found little gems in the alleys… like this one: a bō-wielding blonde.

     "Feudal Japan called, they want their inventory back,“ she said with a tilt of the head, more to call the other’s attention than to actually diss on her choice of weapon.

Bobbi was making her usual walk around town, enjoying the little town as much as she could now that the GCPD had pretty much exploded. Bobbi twirled her staff alongside her as she walked, hoping someone would challenge her tonight.

The voice came from the side of the alley she was passing, a smile crossed her face as she heard the comment “You’re just jealous” she called back, twirling her staff around. “You have to be a badass to wield one of these” she said with a slight shrug. 

Bobbi & Harvey | To Catch A Killer.

Bullock wouldn’t put his gun down, he wasn’t stupid enough to lower it and then find himself with a hocking great hole in his chest. You couldn’t take chances in Gotham and Harvey knew that more than anyone. He moved towards her slowly and when he was sure the other officers had his back he pulled out his cuffs and pulled her hands into them. 

‘’Yeah we did and now ya gunna come down the station with us and answer some questions. Who knows, you rat out your lil’ friends they might even cut you a little slack on that sentence you’re facin’.’’ Harvey said as he urged her to move back towards the car. 

“Hey look, I didn’t even do anything, So why do I get the handcuffs?” Bobbi frowned as they cuffed her, rolling her eyes as they tightened around her wrist. Bobbi stood as still as she could until he started pushing her towards the car, because this is just what she wanted to spend her spare time doing. 

“Well good to know you’re kinky officer Bullock, think the cuffs are chaffing my wrists..” Bobbi taunted, smiling as she slid into the back seat of the car. Bobbi wasn’t worried too much about it, they didn’t have anything, she’d get out on bail. 

Single Daddy Verse! Open

‘’Sorry she’s-’’ Harvey started but never got to finish it as Ada cut him off. 

‘’I’m not anything!’’ Ada protested with a huff. folding her arms across her chest for a minute. ‘’I’m hungry that’s what I am.’’ Ada said irritated that their food hadn’t yet been brought out. 

‘’Look I’ll pay for the dry cleaning or the cost of it. She shouldn’ be throwin’ stuff round in here anyway.’’ 

‘’You shouldn’ be swearin’ in here.’’ Ada replied rolling her eyes. ‘’We was only havin’ fun.’’ She added beforetaking another straw and starting to drink again. ‘’I am sorry about your top though Lady but you’re righ’ it’s not that nice. Think if my dad gives you money you should buy a different one.’’ Ada commented and Harvey glared at her. 

‘’Ada! Shit, I’m sorry, she shouldn’t be sayin’ stuff like that. Ada apologise.’’ 

‘’But you said-’’ 

‘’Apologise!’’ Harvey growled lowly. 

‘’I’m sorry lady, I didn’t mean to cause you any offence.’’ Ada wrinkled her nose her brow pulling into a frown. 

Bobbi shrugged “Hey, kids are kids, it’s not a big deal or nothin’ “ Bobbi didn’t care much for the shirt anyway, plus, it wasn’t like she didn’t know how to remove stains. 

“Please don’t worry about it, she was right, it doesn’t flatter me enough anyway” Bobbi laughed, looking at the two. Upon further inspection she swore she knew the father “Hey aren’t you on the GCPD?” she asked, a small smile forming as realized where she knew him from. 

Single Daddy Verse! Open

‘’Ada! Ada no, no wait I’ll get it! Shit!’’ Harvey wasn’t exactly shouting at her it wasn’t his fault but he knew exactly what was going to happen and he knew that eight year old Ada Bullock was going to get sauce all over her and the table. 

‘’Dad!’’ Ada chided him loudly. ‘’That’s a dollar in the swear jar! I won’t forget.’’ She wagged a finger at him pulling napkins out of the dispenser as Harvey moved around to attempt to clean her up. 

‘’Yer lucky it’s only on yer face and arms.’’ Harvey said. ‘’Other wise I’d have to buy yer one of those bright yellow t-shirts we passed by on the way in.’’ 

‘’No dad! They were disgusting.’’ Ada grumbled and wrinkled her nose before sticking the straw right into the bottom of the milkshake and drinking. She pulled out the straw and as Harvey held up his hands she flicked it towards him accidentally getting the person walking past. 

‘’Shit- sorry!’’ Harvey apologised quickly. 

‘’Swear jar.’’ Ada mumbled. 

Bobbi had been shopping around that day, this was the best place her wallet could stand in Gotham. Bobbi had seen the father/daughter couple running around crazy, she couldn’t help but smile. There was a time she thought that could be her, that she could be part of a family, but that had long since past. 

Of course she wouldn’t have been paying attention walking by the two and feeling the cold bits of shake land on her shirt, and a drop or two on her cheek. Bobbi stopped short, catching her off guard as she tried to process what had just happened, hearing the father’s apologetic voice as a sort of background noise, it brought her back to reality. 

Bobbi shrugged “It’s okay I hated the shirt too” she told them, wiping the shake off her cheek and licking her finger. “You have good taste” she told the girl, flashing her a smile. 

Bobbi & Harvey | To Catch A Killer.

It hadn’t taken them long to track her down. Harvey knew Gotham like the back of his hand and assassin or not she couldn’t outrun the GCPD forever. So Harvey was out of shape and didn’t enjoy running? It didn’t matter not in this case. All he had to do was out think the perp. 

He caught her as she came out of an alley, squad car pulling up opposite, gun held high. 

‘’GCPD FREEZE! Put ya hands in the air! We can do this the easy way or the hard way and I really don’ wanna shoot a pretty girl today.’’ Harvey called as the officers advanced behind the girl. 

Bobbi knew the GCPD would catch up with her soon enough, she hoped to lose them by taking the back alleys, but obviously they would corner her sometime. It wasn’t her fault there were other criminals in this town she had associated with, she blamed her husband. 

The police car swerved in front of her as she saw the officer point his gun at her. Bobbi rolled her eyes, putting her hands up and relaxing her stance. Bobbi was innocent, she had nothing to hide, this time. Unless they had finally caught up with her initiation murder, but that had been at least three years ago. 

“You caught me” she said calmly, smiling at the officer with a cheeky grin, Bobbi didn’t care if she got arrested, there was nothing she cared about anymore. 

Shake It For Me (Closed)

He sighed, moving to the stereo to turn on music so they wouldn’t be overheard outside the room. “I work here,” he mumbled back, not looking her in the eye as he said it.

"Better question," he said as he finally looked up at her. "Is what are you doin’ here, Bobbi? Doesn’t seem like your kinda place.”

Bobbi's eyes widened as she gaped in shock. How could he- "You work here? Why?" Bobbi asked him, realizing that she wasn't as surprised as she should be. How could the man she had known for years now, that she had married, ba a stripper?

Bobbi pursed her lips and sighed "You know I can't tell you that, Clint." Clint should hav eknown better than to ask her a question like that, especially when he knew that she was still a part of SHIELD.

Shake It For Me (Closed)

Clint rolled his eyes, leading the way to the private lounges. He gestured for her to enter first, closing the door behind them and flipping the switch that would turn on the light outside to signify the room was occupied.

“I’m guessing you’re not here for a dance,” he said, turning to face her and crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

Bobbi walked into the lounge, wrinkling her nose at the sleezy room. Bobbi hated strip clubs, she had no idea why someone would want to do this. 

Bobbi shook her head "No, but if you wanna give me one, I ain't complaining" she said as she sat down on one of the chairs. "What are you doin' here, Clint?" she asked with a more worried expression. 

{text: the wife} Alright, one glass a piece. Then I’m hiding the bottle.

[text: husband] You better hurry up and get home then, I give you about thirty seconds. 

"Hey, I can’t help that I was born like this," he said, halfway between irritated and upset. Though he let Bobbi alone for a while, watching her swim for a while before he got out to set up the two towels she had brought on the grass so he could lay on one. Pietro liked to swim, but he could tell that Bobbi was irritated with him (with good reason, admittedly) so he kept his distance. Honestly, he was just happy she was home safe and sound, and he was being a tad bit annoying about it. So he lounged on the towel, watching his fiance swim around intently.

Bobbi swam around, spinning in the water and just working out her cardio. Bobbi felt perfect, like no one could ruin it for her after all, but that was short lived. Bobbi felt something nudge her foot and she sqeaked backwards only to feel something grasp onto the side of her foot "SHIT!" she yelled as she kicked the large alligator gar off. Bobbi swam back to shore, knowing her foot was bleeding a pretty good amount from her foot "Did i ever tell you why people don't go swimming here?" she asked him.