PrincessCat2002 pointed out that Jim didn't lose his temper at what Harvey said about wanting to keep Jamie and Julia safe, so I decided to add it.

Barbara Kean knew her lover and fiance James Gordon, better than anyone. So it was definitely a surprise for her when he came home to the apartment with two small children, four year old twins, but she knew that her fiance had a good heart. Although, Barbara was slightly confused about why Jim hadn't told her more about this earlier, and it made her even more confused when he flatly told her that he wished to adopt them.

The G.C.P.D just allowed Jim to take the boy and the girl, no questions asked, and without having to fill out any papers, saying it would be unnecessary, which made Barbara feel nervous about living in a city like Gotham. But of course, she loved kids.

When Barbara first saw Jim with the children, she was shocked and confused, but still found them both absolutely adorable. Plus, she had always wanted to be a mom. Jim and Barbara were already thinking of having kids, but they also wanted to adopt. Barbara had secretly prayed she wouldn't take after her own shitty mother or be anything like the twins' birth mother. Jim didn't go into great detail, but he gently explained to the twins that their mother was no longer around, that she was dead. At first the twins were sad about this, but they cheered up when they learned they were going to be living with the nice detective and his girlfriend.

Barbara and Jim allowed Jamie and Julia to sleep in their bed, agreeing that they would both sleep on the couch until they can get the twins their own beds. When the twins were sound asleep and both glad to be in a bed, Barbara, in her black dress, walked up to Jim, still in the clothes from when she was getting ready for the exhibition at her art gallery.

"Wow," he complimented her, as she walked towards him.

"And look at you and your excellent suit," Barbara smiled. "You know, I'm so happy you don't have to wear that silly uniform anymore."

"You told me it looked good," Jim replied with a hint of surprise.

"I lied," Barbara whispers in his ear and kissed him on the cheek, "So, I guess we won't be rock and rolling tonight?"

Jim sighed, "Ah, Barbara, I'm beat. Do we really have to go to this thing?"

"No of course not," Barbara told him then added, "I also really don't want our little guests to wake up in the middle of the night and get scared. I especially don't think it's a good idea for us to leave them alone."

"Thank you," Jim said gratefully.

"You owe me," Barbara said softly grinning and kissed him on the lips and then pulling away, sliding off her black heels while Jim took off his jacket, chucking it on the sofa.

"So... talk to me," Barbara suggested.

"We're getting nowhere on the Wayne case," Jim said as they sit on the couch, "And I couldn't find anything to do with Jamie and Julia or any relatives they would have," Jim told Barbara, "Which is why I wanted us to adopt them and together. That and those kids deserve a loving home."

"Jim I already told you, I'm fine with it," Barbara assured him.

"I also made a promise to Bruce Wayne, and I can't deliver," Jim added.

"But you will," Barbara encouraged him.

He shook his head, ever so slightly feeling unsure of himself, "I don't know," Jim said doubtfully, "Maybe I'm out of my depth."

"Hey, I very much doubt you are out of your depth. But, even if you are, you know how to swim, don't you?" Barbara smiled encouragingly.

"... Yes I do," Jim answered after a long pause.

"So swim," she smiled.

Jim sighs before saying, "I'll swim. You're right."

Changing the subject, Barbara asked, "You hungry?"

"I'm alright. I had a few dogs," Jim told her.

"When I am Mrs. Gordon and you are living here all the time, I'm going to put you on a proper healthy diet," Barbara promised.

Jim smiled at Barbara.

"Mm-hmm," Barbara nodded.

Jim pulls Barbara down the couch, climbs over her and starts kissing her passionately as the fireplace crackles.

When Jim woke up later, he slowly lifted himself up from the floor, grabbing his phone that was ringing.

Jim could hear Harvey Bullock speaking on the other end, there's background music, "I've got a lead. Meet me at Fourth and Grundy in an hour."

"I'm on my way," Jim said, and glances down at his sleeping fiancee and gets up.

At dawn, Jim arrived at the scene under a raised railway. Harvey was sat on a front stoop, drinking some type of alcohol.

"Hey," Harvey slurred, fumbling with the cap while trying to steady himself.

"You alright?" Jim asked.

"Couple drinks, I'll be fine," Harvey clarified.

"Bullock..." Jim said.

"Fish Mooney heard from one of her fences a guy tried to sell him an antique. Four strand pearl necklace with gold settings, one strand broken," Harvey stated.

"Like Martha Wayne was wearing," Jim confirmed.

"Mm-hmm. Guy's name is Mario Pepper," Harvey answered.

As they reached his apartment, Harvey was listing all of the crimes he was guilty of. "Career street thug. Long sheet: robbery, assault, rape, extortion, drug dealing," Harvey lists.

"Nice guy," Jim said sarcastically.

When they knocked on the door a young girl with long messy red hair answered the door. Jim crouches to face her.

"Hi," Jim said, "What's your name?"

"Ivy," the girl answers.

"Ivy," Jim repeats, and asks, "Is Daddy home?"

"You don't want to talk to Daddy," Ivy insists.

"Why's that, Ivy?" Jim asks.

Ivy looks to the side before answering in a whisper, "He's mean."

"Hey, who is it?!" a man's voice called.

Ivy then hurries off and a large scowling man with a beard appears at the door.

"Mario Pepper, we need to talk," said Jim.

"I've done nothing," Mario Pepper replied.

"So it'll be a pleasant talk," Jim responds.

Inside the apartment Jim sits at a table across from Mario. Ivy watches while attending to a plant.

"Where were you last Saturday night around 9:30?" Jim asks.

"I was here at home with my family," Mario answers.

"That's right. He was here," Mario's wife, in a pink robe, confirms folding her arms.

"Pearl necklace sound familiar?" Harvey asks.

"No," Mario answered after a pause.

"Then I guess you don't mind we, uh, take a look around the place," Harvey suggests.

"You need a warrant," Mario replied.

"You're a felon on parole," Jim said, "All we need is reasonable cause."

Mario nods and throws the table. He then makes a run for it. Mario ran out the window and up the fire escape, with Jim chasing him.

As Jim was chasing Mario Pepper on the roof, Mario was trying to shoot the detective with a gun that he had. Mario hops a wall as Jim tried to get him to stop running.

"Stop! Stop or I'll shoot!" Jim cried out.

After seeing it wasn't going to work Jim lowers his gun and keeps pursuing Mario. Mario keeps shooting at Jim but when he ran out of bullets he discards the gun and runs down the fire escape. After a long chase of going through different places, Jim and Mario started fighting and hitting each other in an alley. Then Mario threw Jim to the ground and when Mario tried to stab him with the knife he grabbed from the kitchen he was shot in the chest. Gordon looked up and saw Harvey Bullock with a gun.

"Thanks," Jim said gratefully. Harvey nodded in response.

As Jim was getting his hand bandaged, the GCPD searched Mario's apartment. A detective with glasses eventually found Martha Wayne's pearl necklace inside a bag of drugs that was in a wooden box, along with cash, credit cards and a gun.

"We got him!" the detective says getting the other officers' attention as he presents the evidence, "We got him!"

Harvey chuckles facing Jim and grips his partner's neck while smiling. Jim exhales deeply. They were both very happy that they got the guy or so it seemed to them. Back at the GCPD, everybody clapped and cheered at Jim's and Harvey's victory. Jim and Harvey smile as they walk through the crowd.

Oswald Cobblepot stared down at the newspaper, wearing sunglasses, the title reading, 'HERO COPS SLAY WAYNE KILLER'. On the front, there was a picture of Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock, along with a description of Mario Pepper, the supposed 'Wayne killer'. Oswald smiles, because he knew the truth. He turned his head at the sound of a siren, spotting two of the people who he'd promised to see. Keeping his sunglasses on, he walked over to the car, getting in the backseat and shutting the door behind him. He wasted no time in stating the truth.

Taking off his sunglasses off, wearing a smug grin Oswald tells Allen and Montoya, "Mario Pepper was framed by Fish Mooney and the cops." Montoya and Allen look at Oswald. "I saw Ms Mooney with Martha Wayne's necklace. She was discussing how to get it into Pepper's home, inside a bag of drugs. This was shortly after she met with Detectives Bullock and Gordon from the homicide squad, along with those two children of Gordon's."

"Mooney works with Carmine Falcone's mob," Allen stated. "You saying Falcone had the Waynes killed?"

"I'm just telling you what I saw," Oswald stated.

"Then why, why snitch on your own boss?" Montoya asked.

"I confess that poor orphan boy pricked my conscience," Oswald stated trying to sound convincing,

But Allen, not believing that was the reason, grinned, "Nah. You wanna push Fish out, huh?"

Oswald dodged the question and shifts his gaze, "That's beside the point. I've done my civic duty. Good day to you both." Oswald got out of the car putting his sunglasses back on.

Back at the apartment Barbara just put the twins down for a nap. A knock was at the door and when she opened it, it revealed Montoya.

"Renee, long time," Barbara felt her eyes widen at the sight of someone she knew, Renee Montoya.

"Yeah," the woman agreed, stepping into the apartment without asking. "Sorry to drop by unexpected like this. How have you been?"

"I'm good..." Barbara fought back a glare, remembering that her children could be listening to their conversation, and she didn't want them to hear them argue. "You?"

"All good," Renee forced a smile. "You're running an art gallery now, right?"

"Yeah," Barbara tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and put her hands on her hips.

"That's so cool," Montoya commented, trying to sound casual.

"And I'm engaged," she sharpened her tone in a slight warning.

"That's why I'm here," Montoya told her.

"Oh?" Barbara questioned.

"The G.C.P.D framed Mario Pepper for the murder of the Waynes," Renee told her.

Barbara clenched her teeth, stepping towards Renee, praying that Jayden and Sabrina couldn't hear them. "What?"

"They framed and killed an innocent man," Montoya stated, believing it was the truth.

"And you're here to tell me that James was in on this?" Barbara asked with disbelief.

"Yes," Montoya answered 100% believing it.

Both of the women then heard a squeak and whimper, Barbara and Renee looked closely at what the sounds came from and when Barbara turned to look she was gasping when she saw both Jamie and Julia in tears and Barbara noticed both of her children's eyes were red and puffy.

"That's your son and daughter, aren't they? I heard rumors that James adopted two children, who were twins, but I- I didn't- I'm sorry, I had no idea..." Renee was clearly shocked and was at a loss for words, as she slowly stepped backwards.

Barbara walked over to them and picked up the twins up in each arm, resting them on her hips, letting them cry on her shoulders.

"Get out," Barbara gritted through her teeth, her eyes flashing in anger at Montoya.

"I'm so sorry I didn't-" Renee tried to say more, but Barbara interrupted her in anger.

"Get out! Get out now! And don't ever come back!" Barbara shouted.

Renee sighed, looking to the floor sadly, "James Gordon is not a good guy." Then she left without saying another word.

"Babsy..." Jamie said, using the nickname he and his sister gave their mother figure, looking up at her questionably.

"Yes, baby?" Barbara looked down at her adopted son.

"That lady said Jim help killed someone..." Jamie frowned.

"She did," Barbara said her nostrils flared up in anger.

"Is it true?" Julia asked, looking up at their mother figure while her eyes were getting watery, "Did he help kill someone?"

Seeing the sad looks in both of their eyes, Barbara couldn't help but lie. James did kill someone, but Jamie and Julia didn't need to know that. "No. No, he didn't baby."

"But why did that lady say that?" Julia asked.

"She's just a bit confused. Don't worry you two. Your father is the most honest man I've ever known. He's not capable of doing that," Barbara assured her children.

"Okay..." they said in unison.

"Come on let's go get some hot chocolate, huh?" Barbara smiled, taking her children's hands into the kitchen. The twins cheer up a little at the mention of their favorite drink. Barbara was still stressed and worried over what Renee told her, but at the same time she felt quite happy that Jamie and Julia didn't argue or question when she called Jim "their father."

Later that night, Jim came home when Jamie and Julia were both asleep, Jim made a couple of drinks for him and Barbara.

Jim went to the window where Barbara was and handed her a drink, "Here you are."

Barbara silently took her drink, lowering her gaze, she was still feeling very sad and stressed over with what Renee told her. Why did Barbara believe a word Montoya told her? She was lying, she had to be. But there was still a part of Barbara that was still unconvinced and she had to know.

"Barbara, what's wrong?" Jim asked concerned.

"Did you frame Mario Pepper?" Barbara asked.

Jim turned her to face him Barbara could always tell if someone was lying, she could read people like a book. It was all in the eyes, no matter how good a person was at lying they couldn't hide it from her.

"No," Jim answered.

Barbara couldn't see the look of a liar in Jim's eyes."I knew it," she scoffed at herself.

"Who told you that Pepper was framed?" Jim asked his fiancee.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's not true," Barbara tried to shrug it off.

"It's not," Jim repeated. "Who told you it was?"

"Nobody," Barbara lied.

But Jim knew she wasn't telling the truth, "B, I know when you're lying."

Barbara silently cursed herself before she told him.

The next day Renee Montoya was going up the steps to a building when Jim found her.

"Montoya!" Jim Gordon yelled.

Montoya turns around to face him. Jim walks up the stairs and blocks her path.

"What's your evidence that Pepper was framed?" He asked Montoya, and she shook her head.

"I was wrong to reveal that information to Barbara," said Montoya, "We're old friends."

"I asked what evidence to have," Jim demanded.

"You'll see the evidence when we get you and your crooked friends into a courtroom," Montoya sneered, "We're working on it." She tried to leave, but Jim grabs her arm.

"Save your energy," Jim snapped. "If Pepper was framed, I'll find out."

Allen walked up to them, "Hey, we got a problem here, Gordon?"

Jim ignored him and looked at both Montoya and Allen, "And then you and you just need to stay out of my way."

He pulled away, trying to shake off the anger coursing in his veins. He needed to be calm when he spoke to Mario Pepper's family.

The next time Jim saw Mrs. Pepper, the woman was battered with bruises all over her face when she answered the door.

"Mrs. Pepper," Gordon said, as the woman recognized him when she had fully opened the door.

"Go away," the woman shook her head, trying to shut the door on Jim, who placed his foot in the gap, and then tried to keep it open.

"Ma'am, if your husband was innocent, you need to talk to me," Gordon explained.

She hesitated. Mrs. Pepper had never met a good man in her life, especially her deceased husband who was abusive. The bruises he left weeks ago still gave pain over her body. What hurt her the most was that her daughter, Ivy, was there.

Mrs. Pepper reluctantly stepped back, allowing the detective to step inside. Ivy was seen watering a plant with a spray bottle.

Jim shut the door behind him, and asked, "If your husband didn't kill the Waynes, how'd he come to have Martha Wayne's necklace?"

"You bastards planted it on him?" Mrs. Pepper spat back sarcastically.

"Bastards," Ivy repeated, glaring at the man who had got her father killed.

"Alice, how would the police have the necklace? We didn't kill the Waynes," Jim insisted.

"So you say. God knows my husband had his demons, but he never killed nobody," Mrs. Pepper sighed.

"Can I see his shoes?" Jim asked.

"Shoes?" Mrs. Pepper asked confused at his request, but then showed him the closet where Mr. Pepper's shoes were.

Jim finds some dusty work boots, sneakers and sandals, but there were no shiny shoes.

"This is all of them?" Jim asked.

"Uh-huh," the woman answered, still puzzled by his odd request.

"... Damn," Jim cursed.

Back at the GCPD,

"Framed?" Harvey said, lifting the glasses off of his head. "How our figure? You were there. We framed him?"

"Somebody could've planted the necklace on Pepper for us to find. Fish Mooney could've set this whole thing up," Jim explained to his partner.

"Why?" Harvey asked.

Jim slowly leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "To cover up for the real killer... Mooney works for Falcone. Maybe Falcone wanted the Waynes killed."

"Whoa, whoa, wait, wait," Harvey held his hand out to stop his partner, "Why would such a nutty idea even enter your head?"

"Montoya from MCU," Jim admitted.

Harvey had an irritated look on his face, "That pill-head looney-bird? What's her proof?" Harvey demanded.

"Wouldn't tell me. Didn't trust me," Jim responded.

"She doesn't have any. If they did, they would've used it," Harvey stated, going back to his paperwork.

"Pepper didn't wear shiny shoes," Jim continued. "He didn't own any shiny shoes."

Harvey slapped his pen down and looked at his partner, "Shiny shoes! Mother of God. Shiny shoes. Just suppose for a moment, just suppose Pepper was innocent. I killed him."

"We killed him," Jim corrected.

"We killed him. We'd lose our jobs at the very least. The case is closed," Harvey firmly stated, "Forget about it."

"Even if the real killers are still out there?" Jim questioned with disbelief.

"Yes," Harvey hissed, trying to quiet him. "This is very perilous stuff you're messing with. Listen to me, for once, Jim. Forget about it, especially if we want to keep those new kids of yours safe."

Jim hit his fist on the desk and asked, "Is that a threat?"

"No, of course not Jim," Harvey tells him sighing, " I'm saying what you do could come back to the twins." Harvey then returns to his paperwork.

At night when Jim Gordon arrived at Fish Mooney's place again, he found Oswald Cobblepot sitting at the bar doing some work. When Oswald saw the detective he walked up to him.

"Detective Gordon," Oswald greeted.

Jim looked at Oswald, "Tell Mooney I'm here."

"May I ask why," he questioned.

"No," the detective answered, and without even waiting for Oswald to reply Jim walked away to find and talk to Fish.

Fish Mooney knew that Jim would visit her again, from since she first met him. So, she wasn't at all surprised when he showed up in her bar, stepping towards her.

"James Gordon. How nice," Fish greeted the detective.

"The day I met you," Jim began, getting straight to the point, "when I was out back with Jamie, Julia and your boys... what did you and Harvey talk about?"

Fish takes a sip of the drink in her hands, "Shouldn't you ask Harvey? He's your partner."

"I'm afraid he might lie," Jim responded.

"Hmm," she agreed, watching as two of her men came behind him. "He might. And you think I'll tell you the truth?"

Jim let out a quiet sigh as he glanced at the men, before going back to Mooney, "You just did." He turns to leave, and she stopped him, standing up from her chair.

"James, wait... You have a little danger in your eye. I wonder what you plan to do with that, especially after allowing yourself to bring those two little children into the mix," Fish said threatingly.

Jim gritted his teeth at the glaring threat aimed at his children, "You'll have to wait and see."

"I hate surprises," Fish stated calmly.

One of the men lunged at Jim, only for him to dodge their punch, hitting them to the floor. The other tried, but was soon smacked square in the face, too. Jim heard the sound of glass cracking, but nothing more after Mooney smashed a lamp over his head, knocking him out.

The next morning at the GCPD, Bullock is working at his desk when he gets three visitors.

"Detective Bullock?" a woman's voice spoke.

Harvey turned away from his work, to see a beautiful blonde woman stepping towards him, who he recognizes as Barbara Kean. Both her hands were being held onto by two small children, whom he recognized as Jamie and Julia. Harvey smiled at twins, and then at Barbara.

"Miss Kean," the detective greeted.

"Um, James went for a walk last night, and he never came back. Have you heard from him? We're really worried about him," Barbara said with a look mixed with concern and worry.

"Where is he?" Jamie asked Harvey.

"Is he okay?" Julia asked the man, who gave her and her brother a soothing look, before glancing back at Barbara.

"He's on a stake-out," Harvey lied, forcing a strained smile. "Yeah, his phone probably ran out of juice, is all."

"Oh. Right. Well, that's a relief. Thank you," she told the detective and then she looked down at twins, "Let's go."

"No problem," Harvey said.

After Barbara left with her children, Harvey's look then changed to a scowling look as he leans over his desk. He had a bad feeling on what happened to his partner.