Chapter 11

Bumps in the Road

Despite the late night, Jim still woke up fairly early. He began to get dressed, wondering if he was going to have to deal with Oswald pushing boundaries again. Well, that was more than likely... the only real question was probably when he was going to start pushing again.

Oswald had awoken to the sounds of people moving about in the main living area and groaned as he rolled over and the ache in his backside made itself known once more. This was far worse than the last two times, and his face burned to think that there were two other times to recall. He figured by now, he would have somehow grown accustomed to the uncomfortably enough to learn to ignore it, but Oswald found this treatment seemed to etch into his memory further as one of the most humbling experiences in his young life.

Oswald frowned as he considered the fact that Jim still planned to make him return the money. He'd spent fifty of it on the cab, and that would undoubtedly need replacing. He wondered if he could convince Jim to just return the money on his own; it was worth a shot as his stomach churned at the thought of facing Levant again under such circumstances. He pulled the covers more tautly over himself burying his head and his shame deep within the covers. The only control he seemed to have currently was when he started this sure to be miserable day he thought grumpily, so getting out of bed to face the day would be prolonged as much as he could help it.

Barbara rose with Jim and Gertrude seemed to have gotten little sleep coming out as soon as she'd heard movement in the house. Jim had moved to do his morning sit-ups before jumping in the shower, and Barbara had stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. Gertrude wished her a good morning, and the two still rather tired shared minor pleasantries as Barbara put a pot of coffee on. She saw the supplies they had bought for breakfast the night before as she'd grabbed the milk from the refrigerator remarking off-handedly, "I gather Oswald won't be up to making breakfast this morning." Of course upon learning that Oswald had planned to make one of her specialties, Gertrude was more than happy to stand in to make the strawberry shortcake French toast. Barbara could tell that having a purpose in the house seemed to put the older woman at ease, so she gave her a small tour of the kitchen, and Gertrude readily got to work while Barbara sat with her coffee at the kitchen table.

Jim came out of the shower to the smell of the food, and Barbara seeing him coming got up to grab him a fresh cup of coffee. The two had a routine most mornings, and she smiled tiredly at him as she met him at the table. Barbara spoke softly now in order not to distract Gertrude from the task that seemed to be setting her at ease in her new environment, "You're not dressed for work," Barbara noted that Jim had chosen to don a simple polo and slacks, "Were you planning on staying home today or going in a little late?"

"I thought I might go in a little late," Jim replied. "It was a long night, so I figured taking an extra couple of hours might be a good idea." He smiled at Barbara, leaning in to give her a quick kiss, before he took his seat at the table, drinking some of his coffee.

She smiled at him taking a sip of her own coffee, "You know, they can miss you for one day."

"I know they can... but I don't feel right when I don't go in," Jim admitted. Mostly because he knew the other officers were so easily manipulated.

Barbara nodded, "I suppose I should wake Oswald? Gertrude is busy in the kitchen making the meal he'd planned to make, and I'd hate to see him miss out on it."

"I could wake him, if you'd prefer," Jim offered. "I know it's been a long weekend for you as well."

"It doesn't matter to me, but go ahead… I'll help Gertrude by getting the table set," she replied.

Jim nodded, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before he went through to knock on the door of Oswald's room.

Oswald heard the knock but not wishing to face any of them at the moment pretended not to hear it pulling his covers more tightly over himself as if he could hide within them.

Jim considered leaving the other man be, since he imagined that Oswald wanted to be alone. But he didn't feel that was the best, though, and he opened the door stepping into the room.

Oswald heard the door open and lay as still as he could to hopefully make whomever had entered think he was still asleep and go away to leave him to wallow in his self-pity.

"Oswald... your mother's making breakfast." Jim stepped over to the bed, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder. "You should get up and come through to join us."

Frowning Oswald simmered a moment before responding through the sheets, "I'm not really hungry. I think I'll pass."

"You need to eat something," Jim said firmly. "Even if you come straight back here after... I think you'll feel better to come through for a few minutes, at least. And your mother's making the breakfast you mentioned," he added.

Sighing Oswald responded, "Fine. I'll come out in a minute." He figured as long as he was allowed to sulk back to his room afterward it wouldn't hurt to come out for breakfast. Oswald didn't really want to pass on that particular breakfast either as it was always one of his favorites.

Jim nodded. "I'll let your mother and Barbara know you'll be coming through for breakfast." He turned to leave the room, not entirely sure that Oswald wouldn't pull the blankets up over his head and go back to sleep.

When Oswald heard Jim's footsteps moving down the hall, he peeked his head out from the blankets, and after a moment longer rolled out of bed to shuffle down the hall not far behind Jim.

Barbara saw Jim, and before she could ask saw Oswald emerge from behind him. She smiled at Jim and then shifted her gaze to Oswald, "Good morning Oswald."

For his part, Oswald gave her a meek smile only glancing at her a moment and giving a not overly enthusiastic, "Good morning," before shifting his gaze to the seat he'd used the majority of the time he'd spent here and moving to gingerly sit.

Gertrude of course took a moment to scurry over and give her son a kiss on the head hugging his head to her chest, "Oswald my boy, I will have something tasty for you in a few moments!"

Oswald still looked down at the table but responded with an almost melancholy tone, "Thank you mother. It smells wonderful."

Jim headed over to pour out a drink, addressing Oswald. "Would you like coffee? Or juice? Or something else?" He noticed Oswald's tone, but hoped that if he didn't comment on it, the other man might respond to attempts to draw him into conversation.

Oswald thought about Jim's question a moment before remarking flatly, "An ice water will be sufficient; thank you."

Barbara gave Jim a knowing look and a smirk that said it was going to be a fun morning as she went back to her coffee.

Gertrude had hurried back in to the kitchen before her food had a chance to burn, "Everything will be done in a few minutes everyone."

Jim held back a sigh as he filled a glass with ice and water and placed it in front of Oswald. He considered suggesting that Oswald try to make the best of the situation... but he was reasonably sure the other man wouldn't appreciate him saying that in front of his mother and Barbara.

As Jim brought Oswald his ice water, Gertrude was finishing up glazing the strawberry shortcake French toast. As he sat next to Barbara, Gertrude brought Jim his plate first setting it down in front of his coffee as she remarked casually patting him on the shoulder, "I was always taught to feed the man of the house first," she beamed as she headed back to the kitchen fetching both Oswald's and Barbara's plate setting down Barbara's plate next and then Oswald's.

Throughout, Oswald watched through downcast lashes a frown growing on his face at the fact that he wasn't getting served first as was par normal with his mother. He was slightly ruffled that his status had apparently seemed to have dropped a few notches in his mother's eyes, but he said nothing instead gripping his utensils a bit tighter before taking a bite of his breakfast.

Gertrude came to sit next to Oswald peering around the table as she waited for Jim and Barbara to taste their plates to see what they thought.

Jim smiled and thanked Gertrude, though he was careful not to make a big deal about it, since he could see the frown on Oswald's face. He did wait until everyone else had theirs before he took the first mouthful, chewing and swallowing before giving an appreciative smile. "This is very good."

Barbara was quick to add praise as well, and Gertrude beamed over the praise before looking to Oswald who was quietly eating his food, "Do you like it Oswald?" She questioned worriedly.

Oswald gave her a small nod lifting his eyes for once to give her assurance, "It's good mother; It's always good."

Gertrude relaxed to see Oswald acknowledge her. He wasn't often so melancholy, and it vexed her to see him so. Choosing to give him some space, she turned her attention to her food as everyone quietly ate.

Jim waited until they'd finished breakfast before he addressed Oswald. "Where do you have the money you took?" he asked, his voice calm... but still no-nonsense.

Oswald's eyes lifted to meet Jim's as he grumbled, "Back at mother's where you interrupted my bath. I left it in my suit pants pocket. Do you plan on returning it to Levant? He would likely be more congenial if it came from you." Oswald left out the detail that he'd spent fifty dollars of it already.

"I think I'd like to make sure you accompany me most of the way, even if you stay in the car where I can see you," Jim said. "But we can both go to your mother's and collect the money... however much of it is left," he added; mainly to see Oswald's expression. He suspected that the other man had spent some of it... but couldn't say for sure.

Oswald had ducked his head as Jim talked feeling acutely ashamed as he felt both Barbara and his mother both watching him as they hung off of every word Jim said to him. He took a moment of silence staring at his plate with a clenched jaw before responding quickly as he rose with his plate, "I'll get a shower, and we can head out shortly." Not waiting for a reply, Oswald moved quickly then to the sink dropping his dishes unceremoniously in the sink and hobbling with purpose past the group that still sat at the table watching him as he continued past them and back to his room. He slammed his door as he made his way to where he'd put a change of clothes fuming as he grabbed what he planned to wear.

There had been so much more he'd wanted to say, but for some reason, he felt as though speaking his mind or disagreeing with Jim would only prove further how much control the man had over him now. He took in a deep breath as he saw the pendulum sitting on top of his dresser, a reminder of the kind gesture Jim had made the day before. The man must have placed it on his dresser before they'd left for the museum the night before. Oswald blushed suddenly feeling like a jerk. He was mystified as all these different emotions roiled around inside of him raging for dominance. On one hand he wanted to be his own man and prove himself, but on another, he really did want Jim's approval especially now that his mother seemed so thoroughly on his side. Deep down, Oswald knew that the reason he fought half-heartedly was the fact he felt guilt for the things he'd done and didn't like the person he was becoming; mostly, he didn't want to admit he didn't have the willpower to change without help.

Hearing the door slam, Gertrude looked unsure if she should say something or follow Oswald to check on him, but she relented to leave Oswald to sort out his obvious irritation on his own. Instead she turned to Jim giving him a sad look that expressed her own embarrassment over Oswald's behavior, "He's not usually so short… He's probably just still tired," she excused lamely before taking her cup of coffee in her hands and sipping carefully.

"I suspect he's also having a rough time of it," Jim commented, draining the rest of his coffee. He began clearing the rest of the plates and utensils, carrying them over to the sink so that he could clean up. "I'll talk to him while we're going back to your apartment," he said to Gertrude, before running the water.

Gertrude had stood as Jim moved the plates to the kitchen looking rather at a loss for what to do before she nodded, "Yes; thank you detective. I think that sounds like a good idea."

Sensing Gertrude's unease, Barbara chimed in, "While the boys are gone, I was thinking of going out to the market to pick up some more groceries, it'd be great if you felt like coming along. You could help me with some meal ideas for the next few days since our family has grown a bit."

Being considered an extended part of the family seemed to please the older woman as she smiled back at Barbara, "That sounds nice. I do so love to cook for a gathering."

Barbara returned the smile, "Well then it's settled. After the boys head out, we can get ready and go to town ourselves. If you're up to it, we could always head down to the square and browse the flea market, and maybe make a day of it and get our nails and hair done to."

Gertrude nodded brightening at the invitation, "It has been ages since I have had a girl's day out," she gave a small laugh at the thought of her younger years. She sobered though as she thought back to the current situation, "But do you think Oswald will be okay here by himself without anyone here? He is so angry… maybe we should wait for the girl's day out until he is feeling better, so we can cheer him up."

Barbara paused feeling a bit careless for forgetting about Oswald being left at the house and whether it would be wise considering the past couple days and Jim heading in to work later leaving no one to keep an eye on Oswald. She seemed at a loss for words looking to Jim for advice.

Jim looked a bit thoughtful and then spoke. "After I take Oswald to pick up the money, I can either take the day off work to spend with him... or take him into the station with me if it's necessary."

Barbara looked askance, "Are you sure? I know you said you planned to head in to work in a few hours. I don't want to throw your whole day off, so we can gallivant through the city."

"It isn't a problem," Jim replied. "I need to take Oswald to return that money in any case. You two have fun." He smiled.

Barbara smiled and visibly relaxed. Gertrude also seemed pleased that Jim was more than willing to keep Oswald from being all alone for the remainder of the day while they were out, so the two women went about finalizing plans before going their separate ways to begin readying themselves for their day out.

Oswald emerged showered and dressed twenty minutes later looking about the living room for the women only noticing Jim sitting on the couch with his paper. He sighed, "Well, I suppose we should get this over with."

Jim put the paper to one side and stood up. "Is there anything I need to know?" he asked with raised eyebrows. "It's better that you tell me now."

Oswald found he hesitated now. Just days ago, he would have smoothly told a lie to assure the other man that there was in fact nothing he needed to know without worry of provocation. Things had changed now, and Jim's words, elicited a pang of dread at the thought of telling the man a lie now in the likelihood it would lead to another trip over Jim's knee. Instead Oswald decided to play dumb figuring omitting was far better than lying. He gave a small shrug answering innocently, "Need to know? We discussed everything you asked about and then some. What more is there to know?" He didn't plan to face Levant since Jim had mentioned he could stay in the car, so he figured for all the embarrassment Jim had caused him, letting him deal with Levant if there was a discrepancy would be more than a fair trade for the pain he'd had to endure emotionally and physically at the other man's hands.

"I might not know exactly how much money you were given, but I have no doubt Levant does," Jim said. "If there's any missing, you're going to want me to know about it beforehand, so I can handle it."

Jim must have read some level of guilt on his face Oswald assumed and decided he wasn't willing to push the man's limits any further than he'd found he could in light of what consequences could follow if Jim felt he'd been lied to. "Well… it may be the slightest bit lighter than it was. I paid for the cab I took back home and gave a generous tip… fifty dollars light to be exact," Oswald blushed a bit to admit so readily to Jim this fact as if the man was squeezing him dry without even trying.

Jim sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "That's all?" He focused on Oswald, his expression serious. "There isn't anything else I need to know?" He was fairly certain that Oswald had told him everything... but he needed to be sure.

Oswald frowned as he lowered his head looking at the ground and giving a small nod, "You didn't exactly give me any time to spend any more of it." He hated the way Jim was grilling him for information, but Oswald supposed with the recent rash of incidents the two had gone through in such a short time had the other man wary of his motives.

There was still the money he'd stashed from robbing Maroni, but that wasn't any of Jim's business, and Oswald planned to keep that to himself until this whole situation cooled down. At least he had something from all this mess he'd managed to land himself in to fall back on after stepping away from his original grand scheme. He had told his mother that he would try to work with Jim, and as much as it pained Oswald to walk away from his ambitions, he was going to do his best to make her proud because the thought of seeing her cry again made him soul sick.

Jim nodded. "All right. I'll believe you. But you need to keep in mind that it's always going to be better to be honest with me. Not only will it mean you'll be in less trouble with me... but I can't protect you if I don't have all the information and you won't work with me.

Oswald swallowed hard as he nodded once more speaking demurely, "I'm trying... I can't say this upset in my life is an easy adjustment, but I promised mother that I'd make a solid effort to change on her behalf." He added with a pout, "Even if it does make me miserable."

"I'm sure you do feel miserable right now," Jim said. "But going on with the path you're on is only going to get you in a worse situation, quite apart from how your mother feels about it."

Jim was right, but it was still hard to admit especially under such duress as he'd endured to make such a realization. Oswald still wasn't satisfied with this choice, but he made amends that he would learn to adapt. He gave Jim a forlorn look of defeat, "I know. I get it... even if a bit reluctantly." As he said this, Oswald moved to the door opening it for Jim, "I'm ready if you are."

Oswald watched Jim now wondering how the other man must see him; he was unsure what regard Jim held him in any more, but some small part of him hoped that their relationship had a chance at being repaired well enough because even after everything Jim had put him through, Oswald desperately wanted a real friend, and he knew if he did win Jim as a friend that he would always be a true one.

Jim stepped over to the door, giving Oswald a reassuring smile before he stepped through it. "If it's worth anything... I think you can learn to make the right choices." He waited for Oswald to leave the apartment before he locked up and then walked to the elevator.

Oswald genuinely smiled back as he followed Jim into the elevator. He was quiet on the ride down until they reached the car where he gingerly sat in the passenger side. Jim's car was already a tad uncomfortable with its beat up seats, the night before had left a definite reminder to make the ride that much more uncomfortable. Oswald did his best not to let on though as Jim sat beside him, "So, do you want me to go up and grab the money while you wait in the car?" Oswald asked.

"We can both go in... in case you see something you think either you or your mother might need," Jim replied, as he got in the car and began driving towards where Gertrude's apartment was.

Oswald gave a small smile, "A few touches from home might be nice." As the two drove, Oswald stared out the window thinking he had no idea what he was doing anymore, and it frustrated him in ways he didn't know how to express.

Looking to Jim, Oswald paused a moment before addressing him, "James? What are you planning to do with me? I mean, we both know you and Barbara won't want me and mother as permanent house guests..." Oswald had to know the other man's intentions for him on some level to know how he could respond, because at this moment, he felt very confused emotionally.

Jim turned that question over in his mind, thinking through exactly what he needed to say and how to word it. "For the moment, the first priority is making sure you and your mother are safe. Ideally, it would be good for you both to return to your home when it's safe to do so... and for us to still work together. As I said... I don't believe you're beyond redemption. I do think this path might be a long and difficult one."

Oswald grimaced at the prospect of 'long and difficult,' but he didn't remark on it. Instead, Oswald lowered his eyes to the dashboard contemplating Jim's words, "Do you really think I can come back from this and start over? You know... Fish is still out there, and even though Maroni doesn't hold any ill will towards me, I can't say I hold any favor with him after this weekend's botched job. What if he sells me out to Fish? How can you protect me... mother?"

Oswald had turned to face him now obvious concern written on his face. He had thought about what Jim had been telling him these past few days, and recognition of the true danger he had put himself and his mother in was eating at him now, "We need to do something..."

"If we need to, we can find somewhere else to stay, even if it's only temporarily," Jim answered. "There are some officers I trust to do the right thing on the police force... if protection is needed, I can persuade them to help us out. One thing that will help is if you don't work against me like you did with Maroni. Trust that I have good reasons for saying no to something."

Oswald's brow crinkled in obvious disapproval, "That's not going to be good enough. We need to take steps to take them down… especially Fish! We're never going to be safe if we don't personally take action. You have to know we can't just run from this?"

"I know that," Jim replied, his voice calm. "But I also know that it's not going to be a quick, easy fix. The two of us on our own aren't going to be able to take down one of them, let alone both. That's why we need to build up our own base of allies." It was why he held out hope that his fellow officers would eventually come through.

Frowning Oswald remained silent for the remainder of the car ride. Jim's response left him to mull over alternative possibilities as he didn't see waiting around to maybe make friends with others to do what needed to be done a viable solution. He would bide his time for now and see what arose with Jim to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he definitely planned to keep his options open.

Jim was silent as he drove to Oswald's mother's apartment. Reaching the building, he parked and got out of the car, then stepped around to open the passenger door so that Oswald could get out as well.

Oswald gave Jim a nod of thanks, and the two made their way up to his mother's apartment. Seeing the abandoned dwelling made Oswald's heart sink to know this was no longer home for the time being; pushing that thought aside, he moved quickly to his bedroom to gather Levant's money.

Jim waited in the hallway for Oswald to retrieve the money, glancing around as he tried to see if there was anything Oswald and his mother might need or want while they were staying with them.

Oswald thought about grabbing some of the stashed money from what he'd stolen from Maroni since Jim didn't follow him, but he thought it might be wise to leave it for now and come back for it another time when it was a safer bet that Jim wouldn't be watching him so carefully. He might need that money to take down Fish although it wasn't near enough to hire someone skilled enough willing to attempt an assassination on her… of course there were plenty of lesser criminals that could try if he was willing to risk the chance of ineptitude. Being his funds were limited though, Oswald thought better than to potentially waste an opportunity. Besides, if anyone was going to take Fish out of the game, he wanted to make sure she knew it was him who had done so.

He was in and out of his room within a few moments with the money in hand. Oswald saw Jim looking about grabbing a few items his mother had mentioned on the car ride to Jim's last night. Taking up behind him, Oswald also grabbed a few items to make their stay with Jim and Barbara a little more home-like for her. "Thanks for being so accommodating for mother; it doesn't take much to make her happy, but I'm sure having a few more things from home will put her at ease in the new surroundings."

Jim nodded to Oswald. "I understand it must be hard on the both of you." His voice was sympathetic. "Obviously, this isn't an ideal situation... at the same time, Barbara and I wouldn't have you staying with us if we weren't happy with it." He just wanted to make that clear. Looking around, he asked, "Is there anything else you can think of either of you might need?"

Shrugging Oswald responded, "Honestly, I don't know what she'd miss most since she and I have lived here as far back as I can remember. I'm sure she'll let me know once she's had a chance to settle in anything in particular she's missing." The two made their way back to Jim's car with the items they'd picked to bring back to the flat and loaded back into the car.

Oswald still had Levant's money in hand and as Jim started the car and pulled back on to the road he stared at the stack of bills thinking on how he'd come to have them. His mind turned to Jim's continued good nature towards him even though Oswald had repeatedly purposefully been quite a thorn in his side by resisting Jim's efforts to help him at every turn, and yet, the man still hadn't given up on him. He had been so caught up in the consequences his actions had with Jim that he hadn't thought about how his behavior must look to Jim, Barbara, and his mother. Thinking about it now served to embarrass him as he recounted the past few days and cringed. He looked back to Jim and sheepishly placed the money in his hands into the car's cup holder for Jim to take. Oswald's voice was strained now finding the words he was putting out to take a considerable effort to say, "I just wanted to say thanks… in light of our differences; I do appreciate what you and Barbra are trying to do for us. It's been hard to… adjust… with… you know, everything and all."

Jim left the money in the cup holder figuring that was as good a place as any for the time being as he replied to Oswald's comment, "Thank you for saying that. And I do know how hard it's been for you." He didn't point out that a lot of that came from Oswald's own actions... and his tone didn't imply it either. "I meant what I said that I believe you can do good. Even if it's a long road."

Oswald smiled at Jim's genuine response, "I'm glad you believe in me… sometimes it can be a bit too tempting to make decisions that give me a better foothold in the world that I know you may frown upon. Although I'm working to overcome those urges, I have to wonder what I can contribute now if I'm not an informant for you."

"Even though you're not going to be acting as an informant any longer, you likely have a lot of information that might be useful," Jim replied. "But there will be other ways you can help. Without putting yourself in danger. Or breaking the law."

Oswald agreed with a nod and a broad smile liking the thought of still being useful to Jim using a skill-set he felt quite well adept at, "I like to think I have a little information worth offering as well as a few little birds that with a greased palm can keep tabs on a few things for us to help in your investigations. As for breaking the law, sometimes a few eggs will be broken I'm sure when pursing to take down mob types, but we can avoid most things that will be considered not law abiding." They were coming up to the art district Oswald noted looking ahead before scooting down in his seat apparently not wanting to be seen when the two pulled up to Levant's restaurant.

Reaching the restaurant, Jim parked the car. "Breaking the law to try and make things right is all very well... but where do you draw the line?" he asked seriously. He undid his seatbelt and took out his wallet, adding the amount of money that Oswald had used to the money he was going to return to Levant.

Oswald didn't answer as he watched Jim replace the fifty dollars he'd spent. He was more than content to wait for Jim in the car and said as much, "I gather you'll find out what kind of person Levant is when you go to return his money while I keep a watch out here." As an afterthought Oswald added, "If I were you, I'd ask to speak with him in private just in case he decides to make a scene."

Jim nodded. "Thanks for the advice." It wasn't a sarcastic response. He was grateful for the help Oswald could give him. He got out of the car and headed into the restaurant.

Oswald watched him go glad he wasn't going to have to face the restaurant owner and hoped that Jim didn't give the man reason to tell Fish about the incident.

As Jim entered, Levant noticed Jim from across the room and obviously recognizing him immediately nervously approached, "Can I help you?"

"Can I speak to you in private?" Jim asked, remembering Oswald's suggestion. His voice was firm, but not angry or irritated.

The man seemed to pale at the suggestion, but he nodded quickly, "Ah of course sir… right this way," Levant motioned for Jim to follow him back to his office dabbing a bead of sweat off his brow with the hand towel he'd previously been wiping down the bar with when Jim had entered. Levant led them to the back of the restaurant moving behind his desk and taking a seat. His hand held a slight tremor now as he squeaked out, "Please sit; to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Jim followed the other man, mentally planning what to say so as not to cause Levant to try and stir up trouble. He went with the simplest approach and held the wallet of money out to him. "Oswald is no longer working with Fish, so I'm returning this to you."

Levant's face registered confusion, "I don't understand?"

"Oswald shouldn't have taken this money from you, since he is no longer in Fish's employ." Jim placed the money on the desk. "I'm returning it to you." He didn't say that he suspected it was protection money... but since it seemed like Fish hadn't sent any of her goons to collect the money yet, then perhaps there would be no harm, no foul.

Levant's face registered further confusion before moving to annoyance, "What do you mean he's no longer working for Fish? What's going on here?" The wheels were turning now, and the man seemed wary of Jim, "Who are you?"

Jim could have lied about his identity, but since it would be so easy to check on, he decided to go for the truth... even if he didn't intend to give out his name. "I'm a police officer." He didn't clarify why he was with Oswald, figuring he would allow the other man to draw his own conclusions.

The man's eyes widened in obvious apprehension, "A police officer?! Uh, am, am I under investigation? Please, officer, I have a family. This restaurant is all we have!" The man was beginning to panic now obviously assuming Jim was confronting him as an undercover police officer to either bust him for some illicit activities or assuming he was a dirty cop wanting a take.

"You aren't under investigation," Jim said. "But since Oswald is working with me now and not Fish, I'm returning the money. I'm sure you can't afford to pay twice over."

Levant seemed to take Jim's words in slowly relaxing a little at Jim's reassurance that he wasn't going to jail any time soon. He nodded vigorously, "Yes that would be rather taxing to say the least." As Levant said this he took the money that Jim now held out to him quickly as if the detective might change his mind in a moment's notice. After taking the money, Levant peered at Jim anxiously before asking, "You aren't looking to make an informant out of me are you?"

Jim shook his head. "I just came to return your money. I don't expect or want anything." He stepped over to the door, adding, "Though I would appreciate it if what happened doesn't leave this room. I don't want to make things... difficult." He really wanted to avoid Fish coming after Oswald... though he didn't say that.

Seeming to agree readily Levant nodded, "Certainly!" Letting Fish on to the notion he'd been speaking with the police was definitely something he wished to avoid.

"Thank you." Jim headed out of the office and left the restaurant, returning to his car.

Hearing someone approach the car, Oswald peered up from where he'd been ducking down to see Jim. He let out the breath he was holding glad it wasn't anyone associated with Fish. When he'd gotten in the car, Oswald was intrigued to know how the encounter went quickly asking before the man could settle in his seat, "What did Levant say? Does it look like he's going to be trouble?"

Jim sat down in the driver's seat, closing the door and putting his seatbelt on. "It seemed like he might at first... but he changed his tune when I told him I was a policeman. I don't think he'll say anything. It wouldn't be good for him to tell anyone he had an officer in the restaurant."

Oswald nodded, "It's good to know he's so easily persuaded. Let's hope he doesn't change his mind later when he feels less intimidated." A large part of Oswald was relieved he didn't have to worry about Fish learning the secret that he was still alive. His biggest concern now was what he was going to do with himself next? He looked back at Jim as the two pulled away from the curb and back in to traffic, "I suppose we'll be heading back to the house now then?" Oswald wasn't sure if Jim had any plans for them after returning the money, but now that the deed was done, he felt like a load had been lifted somehow. It was an odd sensation because he hadn't really felt guilty for taking the money before, but he supposed being around Jim may have been affecting him in this way too.

"We can go back to the house," Jim replied, carefully driving through the traffic. "Or we can go somewhere else, if you'd prefer." He figured that, since Oswald hadn't been giving him a hard time, they could do something Oswald wanted to... within reason.

Thinking it over, Oswald realized alienating himself from a life of crime left little in the way for activities and places to currently go. This served to depress him a bit and he shrugged responding, "I know you have to go back to work… I remember you mentioning it Saturday, so we can just head back to the house."

"You don't need to worry about me going back to work," Jim said. "I can afford to take today off... we don't have to go back to the apartment. I'm sure there are plenty of things we could do. Like catch a movie."

Oswald's eyes brightened, "You don't have to do that for me." He didn't say that he had wanted to go, but the smile on his face denoted that he was touched Jim wanted to spend the day with him and welcomed the opportunity to enjoy spending time with him as a friend.

Jim glanced sideways at Oswald. "I think it might be nice to do that," he said. "Are there any particular genres of movie you like to see?"

Oswald shrugged, "I'm not really sure. Mother was never much for the cinema. I'll defer judgement to you."

Nodding, Jim started driving in the direction of the theater... already planning out what movie they could watch.

As the two made their way through the city, Oswald kept being brought back to thinking about his and his mother's future. He wasn't exactly qualified for much legally, and he'd be damned if he would do some menial job for the rest of his life! No, there had to be something better, and he would have to figure out what.

Jim pulled into the theater parking lot, and due to the early hours, they were one of the few cars in the lot. Turning to Jim, Oswald smiled, "Looks like we can have our pick."

Jim gave Oswald a smile in return. "Looks like," he agreed, before parking the car in one of the available spaces and getting out. He waited for Oswald to join him before locking the doors and then heading into the theater.

Oswald followed Jim to the window where several movies and show times were displayed. He looked them over watching Jim quietly to see what he would choose.

Jim glanced through the movie titles and times and finally gestured towards a fairly popular one that was due to start in about ten minutes. "How about this one?"

Nodding shyly Oswald answered, "Sure. I'm not overly familiar with any of them, but I trust your judgement." The two made their way to the counter purchasing the tickets and made their way to their seats enjoying small talk about a myriad of topics before the movie started, and by the time the movie had ended, the two were bantering about the antics they saw since Jim picked a comedy for them to watch which had surprised Oswald, but it definitely served to lighten their moods.

As they walked back to the car Oswald asked, "Well, it's nearly noon, what would you like to do now? If I know the women well enough, they likely won't be home again for at least a few more hours."

Jim considered that as he walked next to Oswald. "Are there any places you'd like to visit?" he asked. "If we use up another hour or so, we can go somewhere to get lunch."

After a moment of consideration, Oswald answered, "There's always the pier I suppose. I like to go there to think sometimes; just stare out at the harbor and listen to the sounds of the water. It used to be relaxing, but I haven't been there since… well you know when."

Jim nodded. "If you think you'd feel comfortable going there, we can do that." Reaching the car, he unlocked it and then got in the driver's seat, waiting for Oswald to get in as well before he put his seatbelt on and began driving.

For the next couple hours, the two spent their time walking along the pier and talking about life in Gotham. Oswald was very informed about much of the goings on along the harbor and tidbits on the mob bosses that used the area for illicit means. He was sure Jim appreciated the intel although the man took the information in stride not really giving Oswald an affirmative on whether he found the information useful or not. Either way, Oswald liked to talk especially when he felt someone was aptly listening to him. They had walked until they ended up at a small deli to which Oswald entertained had the best meatball subs. They ate and returned to the car as the sun began to recede over the high sky scrapers in the distance.

Oswald was feeling more carefree than he had in a very long time. As they loaded into the car Oswald looked to Jim and felt an unfamiliar warmth for the man knowing that Jim truly had his back and actually cared about what happened to him. This compassion outside of his mother's love was almost alien to him. He smiled amiably at Jim before turning away as his mood shifted. He realized then how much he held himself on guard around others because those he normally surrounded himself with he didn't trust and likewise were smart not to trust him. This kind of lifestyle wore away at the soul, and it wasn't until now that Oswald truly felt the weight of his personal choices.

It vexed him to think further on those choices that he couldn't take back. Unexpectedly, his actions began to haunt him. Was this regret? What had he done to get to the point he was now? The fact that his 'now' wasn't even anything grandiose, though he had had ambitious plans, were a further testament to his rising inner guilt. Where before he'd been numb to the callous disregard to others justifying these decisions as a necessity to get ahead and to provide the lifestyle he wanted for himself and his mother. He had reasoned if they were as clever as he that they would have made the same decisive rational, but Jim would never have done what he'd done Oswald knew full well. In the end, the goal he fought so hard for before now seemed quite fruitless and in fact very selfish. His stomach knotted at the thought of disgust in the other man's eyes to know what he'd truly done. Jim would never forgive him he knew; how could he? He didn't speak on these deliberations though and instead stared off in troubled thought as the two made their way back to brownstone.

It didn't take long for Jim to become aware of the fact that Oswald had gone quiet; that he seemed troubled. Glancing sideways at the other man, Jim spoke softly as he continued to drive. "You've gone quiet. Is there something wrong?" His voice was concerned.

Oswald blinked becoming aware of himself and that Jim was speaking to him as he stumbled out, "Uh oh no… just tired I suppose." He smiled sheepishly never making eye contact other than a few sidelong glances. He couldn't bring himself to look in Jim's eyes in the heat of such thoughts. The guilt washed over him fully now as if Jim had honed in on all he'd done sniffing it to the surface. Of course, Oswald knew this was just an emotion caused by his over active imagination, but his cheeks flushed just the same as if he'd been caught red handed.

"Are you sure?" Jim didn't miss the look on Oswald's face... as if he seemed guilty about something. Jim was fairly certain nothing had happened (the only time Oswald had been alone was when Jim had gone to see Levant and there hadn't been enough time for something to occur), but he was concerned and that did show through.

He nodded quickly to affirm he was in fact fine, "I have had a really good time with you today; my thoughts were just drifting is all." Oswald hoped his answer would suffice; looking ahead, he breathed a sigh of relief to see the brownstone come into view knowing one way or another he could get away from the conversation soon enough by busying himself with bringing in the few things the two had gathered for his mother.

Jim parked the car outside the apartment building, but instead of leaving the vehicle straight away, he turned to look at Oswald. "I have the feeling something's bothering you... you've gone quiet and I'm worried," he stated simply. "If you want to talk... I can listen."

The blush returned to his cheeks as Oswald gave a strained smile, "Really, it's nothing. I was just thinking of times gone by that could have been better realized." Feeling the need to change the subject to keep Jim from prying further Oswald added quickly, "I wonder if the girls are back yet? I'm sure the outing with Barbara will make mother feel more at home."

Jim wasn't fooled by Oswald changing the subject even a little bit, but he didn't press the issue for now. "I'm sure it will have done so. They'll both have had fun." He opened his door and got out, moving to take the items they'd brought.

Oswald moved as quickly as his bad leg would allow to help Jim, and the two wordlessly brought the arm loads from the car and into the house. Oswald groaned his embarrassment as he and Jim moved down the hall at hearing his mother recanting a story from his youth. He wished she could find something better to talk about, but he knew as much as she was his life, he was also hers, so his mother had likely told his whole life story through her eyes to Barbara by now. Gertrude and Barbara were sitting at the table relaxing with cups of tea seemingly taken out of their conversation by seeing the two men enter the room and giving the two a merry hello.

Smiling brightly at his mother, Oswald moved to show her the items that they'd brought for her, "Here's a few things we thought you might like mother."

Beaming her appreciation Gertrude cooed, "Such a thoughtful boy. Thank you Oswald. We brought something for you two as well."

Barbara's own smile widened as she announced, "We picked up some ice cream for an after dinner treat. Have you two eaten already?"

Oswald shook his head, "We ate lunch about an hour ago, so I'm not going to be up for dinner anytime soon, but ice cream, I'll make room for." His grin widened into that goofy grin he always portrayed with that socially awkward snort.

Jim smiled as he finished putting away the things they had brought, then walked over to give Barbara a quick kiss. "I think ice cream sounds good," he said. "I can grab some bowls and spoons." He walked through to the kitchen, addressing Oswald as he did. "Would you like something to drink?"

The rest of the night seemed to go smoothly as the group talked about their separate adventures and played a few card games before settling in for an early night since the weekend's events left everyone a bit drained and grateful for an early night. Gertrude had retired first, and Oswald followed shortly behind leaving Barbara and Jim to have a bit of alone time.

Leaning against Jim on the couch, Barbara relaxed into a languid state as she mused, "This is nice. I mean, I didn't really see having a full house as being something I enjoyed, but surprisingly… it's been rather refreshing. Did everything go okay for you today? I didn't want to pry too much while Oswald was in the room, but you appear a little more relaxed than when you two left this morning."

Jim wrapped his arm around Barbara, drawing her in close and kissing her head. "Returning the money went smoother than I'd hoped... although I think we should avoid going to that restaurant, at least for a while. And it was good for the two of us to spend the day together... though Oswald became quieter later on. I'm certain something's bothering him."

Barbara turned a concerned look to Jim, "Should we be worried? You'll have to go in to the precinct tomorrow, and that will leave me here with both Gertrude and Oswald. I'm not worried about Gertrude, but do you think Oswald might be up to something or might try to run off again?"

"I'm not sure I could say he won't try anything," Jim replied honestly, after a moment's thought. "But I think demonstrating that we trust him to behave would help. If I'm constantly watching him, or expecting him to do something he shouldn't, that's just going to convince him there's no point in trying to change."

Barbara nodded her agreement, "I can understand that… but, you can tell he needs and wants guidance, even if he isn't openly saying so. Now I'm not saying we need to control every aspect of his life of course, but some people need a continued structure to keep them heading in the right direction, and I think Oswald is one of those people especially with those that he knows want to see him succeed. Gertrude and I talked a lot, and I was thinking maybe we should arrange something for him to focus on so to speak? Idle hands and what not… what do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea," Jim agreed. "I've been thinking that he needs structure and guidelines... and I think having him do something would be a good idea. Does Gertrude have any ideas on what he might be more interested in?" The last thing they wanted was to arrange something that Oswald would have little to no interest in.

Barbara took in a deep breath, "From talking to Gertrude, she isn't easily persuaded to push Oswald into anything that she feels doesn't make him happy… which is good and bad. I suggested that perhaps going back to school might work well for him. He doesn't have anything more than a high school education, and if he wants to grow beyond where he is now, an education could help pave the road to better choices for him. She countered with him never liking school because of bullies, but I think college will be a bit of a different experience. Any suggestions?"

"I think further education might be good... but I'm not sure about specialist subjects," Jim said. "It might be worth talking to him about anything in particular he likes doing... something that's a hobby that there might be a course Oswald can take for."

Barbara nodded her agreement, "That sounds like something we can talk about with him tomorrow, but for now…" her eyes shifted around to make sure they were in fact alone before climbing into Jim's lap and leaning in to give him a passionate kiss as she turned off the lamp.

Morning came quickly, and the familiar buzzing of the alarm woke Barbara before Jim. She stretched rolling to her side and turning off the alarm. Jim was blinking awake as well, and she leaned in to kiss him good morning, "I'll go get a pot of coffee going," she mumbled before stumbling for her robe and out of the bedroom.

Oswald and Gertrude were already awake and dressed milling about in the kitchen, and the coffee was already brewed much to Barbara's delight. They exchanged pleasantries as she sat down at the table. Gertrude had been busy in the kitchen bringing out a hot plate of eggs and toast along with a cup of coffee to set beside Barbara. By the time Jim came out, a piping hot plate and a cup of coffee were already sat at his place setting and everyone was quietly chatting at the table waiting for him.

Although they hadn't been awake really late last night, Jim still had to go and shower to wake himself up. He was quick, though and came out within a few minutes, dressed, before taking his place at the table with a smile. "It looks good." Taking a sip of coffee helped to wake him up the rest of the way.

Oswald seemed rather chipper as he went back and forth with the ladies, and as Jim took a seat, he smiled in the man's direction, "Good morning Jim, I trust you slept well?"

Jim smiled at Oswald in return. "I did sleep well. How did you sleep?" He wasn't sure if Barbara or Gertrude had mentioned going to college to Oswald... so he decided not to bring it up just yet and wait and see if the two women had something in mind.

Oswald's smile grew so wide it threatened to crack his face. He took a moment to dab his mouth with his napkin, "I did actually; fell right asleep and slept like a rock!" He took a moment to scoop a few more fork-fulls of egg into his mouth chewing rapidly and swallowing before responding as casually as he could muster although the excitement brimming just beneath could still be felt, "So, I was thinking I could go in to the station with you, and I don't know, help you round up some bad guys. We could be a real team you and I!" All the while as he spoke he nodded eagerly.

Oswald wanted information; information was power, and if he was going to do anything from the sidelines, he had to have resources, and what better resources than the GCPD? If he could get access to criminal files, there was a lot of havoc he could cause contacting the right individuals… and who knows, if he happened to influence a few people here and there to gather a case on Fish? What was the harm in it? After all, he would be working to bring her to justice, and that was what Jim, Barbara, and his mother all wanted wasn't it? Technically speaking he would be working for the good guys to 'do the right thing,' even if what he planned to do was slightly illegal.

"I appreciate that you do want to help," Jim said, his smile turning a bit more reassuring. "And I know you'd like us to work as a team... but I think you'd be happier to return to education. I understand that school was a difficult environment for you, but I think college will be a better experience... and it would be a good opportunity for you to develop further skills."

Oswald's smile faltered as he blinked letting go a small titter, "School? You want me to go back to school?" This prospect did not sound at all like the fun he had planned to have working with Jim, and in fact, it sounded rather dull and like a lot of hard work. Oswald's lip curled slightly as he added, "Uh, I don't really have any ideas for a major, besides, I thought it would be more pertinent that we work on taking care of our… problems."

Barbara spoke now adding, "Don't you think it would be better if you focused on more fruitful possibilities and left Jim to concentrate on making a solid case? It's more likely someone might catch wind that you're alive and back in Gotham being so close to the situation." Barbara didn't add that she thought having Oswald in close proximity with the bad elements he'd been working with was akin to having a junkie working in the same area as the drugs they were addicted to.

"I agree Oswald, it would be for the best don't you think?" Gertrude included her opinion on the matter, and Oswald's face had turned into a full-fledged frown now.

He didn't answer them, and the room had grown perceptibly silent before Oswald, who had been staring at the table, lifted his head with a cool expression replying, "I suppose if everyone wants this, who am I to disagree?" He smiled tightly continuing, "I can just take basic classes until I figure out the direction I want to take."

The fact was, Oswald very much disagreed, but he thought better of voicing it. This could actually work to his advantage after all. He could gather his own Intel while everyone else assumed he was attending class, and anything he might need to do to build his own case could be gathered without an ethical debate with Jim. A semester ran about three months, so he'd just have to get what he needed within that time frame. Piece of cake.

Jim couldn't help feeling a little suspicious about how easily Oswald had capitulated to their suggestions. He wondered if it might be necessary to take the other man and make sure he actually attended... but unless Oswald actually skipped class, Jim wouldn't say anything about it.

"We can look at colleges that might have courses that will interest you," Jim said, as he finished off his breakfast and drank his coffee.

Oswald readily agreed, "That sounds great, although now that I'm no longer… well, let's just say, I'm not as capable of paying for classes as I once was, so it may be a gradual step for the future."

"I'm sure I can help in that regard," Barbara smiled brightly. She relished the idea of being able to be a part of setting Oswald in a direction that could help him make something more of himself.

Gertrude blushed feeling a twinge of embarrassment for her own lack of ability to offer her son a better future, "You are too kind Barbara… I will look into what I can do to get him tuition grants to not burden you so."

As the women continued to talk about their ideas to help him go back to school, Oswald grew quiet feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden involvement everyone wished to contribute and all the 'plans' they had for him.

Jim glanced at Oswald, noticing that he'd gone quiet, and interjected, so Oswald wouldn't feel quite so beset, "Why don't we look at the potential courses first and then at which colleges offer funding to help out with tuition?"

Oswald gave Jim a small smile and nodded, "That sounds good. No need to rush right? ...and in the meantime… maybe I could help you out a bit at the station? I mean until we solidify plans for schooling of course." Oswald figured talk of school could be extended indefinitely if he had his way especially if he also got to enact his previous ideas.

"We can see," Jim replied. Glancing at his watch, he added, "I have a bit of time before I need to get to the station. Why don't we have a look into some potential courses now? Just so you have something to think about."

Oswald tried to hide his disappointment from Jim's response giving a strained smile, "That sounds good," he gave a slight nod and returned to eating his breakfast thinking it best to quit while he was ahead. Oswald didn't want to seem overzealous after all.

Jim finished up his own breakfast and then moved to help with cleanup. Once that was done, he approached Oswald. "Shall we take a look at the potential courses now?" he asked, knowing they had a bit of time.

Oswald gave him an unenthusiastic nod, "Sure… sounds great." He followed Jim into the living room while Jim pulled out a laptop and booted it up. Oswald sat next to him watching as Jim sifted through different sites to find what he was looking for.

The women remained in the kitchen quietly chatting, and Oswald found he felt awkward waiting to hear what Jim presented to him. In some ways, he wanted to better himself through college, but the thought of actually applying himself to college meant commitment, and at the moment, he wasn't really prepared to make that big of a leap. It was a scary prospect because the thought of failure was crushing.

Jim pulled up several sites and then passed the laptop over to Oswald so that the other man could check out any he liked the look of. "I know the prospect of going back to education isn't very appealing, but I think you'll find this environment better than what you experienced at school."

Oswald stiffened at the mention of past school experiences, but he didn't remark on it merely giving Jim a small nod as he looked over the sites, "Maybe this one here?" He pointed to a local community college that had an expansive downtown campus. Oswald picked the college mostly due to its central location; he knew from that point, he could get most places in the city, and its size would make it easier to disappear into the background where a professor would likely not notice if he was not to attend.

"Are there any courses there that interest you?" Jim asked, wondering if Oswald was just pointing to the first one he thought of.

Oswald smiled sheepishly having no idea, "Uh, I figured I could look into that."

"Why don't we have a look at what they offer?" Jim suggested. "You might find something you like the look of."

The two looked over the site discussing some of Oswald's options, and after some research decided the next move he needed was to take the assessment at the college available from 8AM to 4PM to see where Oswald stood academically and start off with mandatory classes that were a prerequisite for any degree before trying to decide on any actual career path. The new semester would start in about two weeks, so time was of the essence.

After discussing their findings with the women, Barbara had volunteered to take Oswald in for the testing today to get the results and see what they could do from that point freeing Jim up to go to work.

Gertrude planned to visit the financial aid office with Barbara while Oswald did his testing to see what requirements he would need to get into classes.

Oswald tried to seem excited about the venture, but in all honesty, the more and more they talked about the reality of the situation the more nervous he became, "Ma…maybe we should wait until next semester to enroll? They might not be able to squeeze me in… and the classes I want might not be available…" It was a weak excuse, but it might buy him some time to think up a better plan he thought.

Gertrude patted his leg, "I am sure you will do just fine my boy."

She smiled proudly at him, and he gave her a less than assured smile back answering, "Of course mother… I… I'm sure it will be just fine."

"I'm sure you'll find it easier than you think," Jim said encouragingly. He drank the last of his cup of coffee and then gave Barbara a quick kiss goodbye, before he left the apartment, moving down in the elevator and then stepping out once he reached the ground level. He got in his car and drove down to the precinct.

As soon as Jim walked through the doors, he found himself dragged to one side by Harvey. "Do you really think it's such a good idea to have Cobblepot staying with you? If Fish finds out, well... I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."

"And how did you find out?" Jim asked.

"I'm keeping tabs on you. Trying to make sure you don't get yourself killed. Which if you take in a stray criminal is more likely to happen."

"Since he's officially dead, how else do you suggest I keep an eye on him?" Jim returned. He didn't say that there was something in Oswald he thought was worth saving. He was sure that Harvey wouldn't understand... never mind that his partner was constantly crossing the line between right and wrong.

Harvey looked like he wanted to say something more, but it was at that point they had a call come through about a homicide. The two detectives immediately went to check it out.