Gotham: Jake & Clem
[Clem's place was real female. Tucked up high in Marconi family building that was all old granite and nothing new on the outside, she felt safe as could be. The Diamond District was full of Family activity, but that was the only way to be safe in Gotham, and Clem felt just fine there. It wasn't the East End, and there weren't any working girls near. This is where the owned folks lived, or the protected folks. Folks with enough money to live safe, so long as they toed the right line. Mafia was all about numbers, and Clem planned on staying on the right side of that count.
But she wasn't thinking about none of that as she waited on her Jake.
Jake was something that could do no wrong in Clem's eyes. When Lore was gone, he came back to Savannah instead. Her sister went down in the ground on a real pretty Sunday, music playing and her momma crying like the world was ending. Clem just clung to the little boy as what was left of her sister, and she never did change her view on that. Jake grew up, sure enough, as little boys do, but he was still little Jake, and he always would be to her.
Now, Clem herself was younger than she ought to be, but she was thinking it wouldn't matter so much with Jake. She'd gone off to college, and talking was emails and calls and Skype, and he hadn't seen her in a spell anyway. She looked just like his momma now, the blonde she'd had since Lore's funeral gone, but she'd gotten real used to Graham's reaction to that, and she didn't think a thing of it. And Jake took after her side of the family anyway, that dark hair and them light eyes that her own momma had, real striking.
She was sitting on the couch in pink lounge pants and a white baby-tee, painting her toenails something sparkly that matched. The door was propped from the guest room, and Rufus Wainright sang Hallelujah from the iPhone at her hip, and she was feeling calmer than she had done in days and days, since coming on home.]