I breathed a sigh of relief when Jon started coughing and coming to. That relief was quickly replaced with anger though, as I knew what he had done.
"What...?" Jon furrowed his brow and glanced around. He didn't have his glasses, which might've caused part of his confusion. His eyes were worse than mine.
"Shut up," I said, pulling the gun from my pocket and aiming at him.
Jon recoiled and almost fell off the roof if I hadn't grabbed him by his hair.
"...Zsasz...?"
I scowled. How did Jon even have the gall to think I was that cretin. On the other hand, I now knew who had done this, and who had possibly taken Ridley.
"No," I said, shaking him roughly, "it's Edward."
"Hhhuuuuuhh...?" he squinted at me.
"Get it together!" I let go and kicked him in the stomach.
Jon doubled over with a groan and threw up on the ground beside him. Well this was great.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked dowsily.
"How did you get here?" I demanded.
"Uhhh..." Jon's eyes rolled around loosely in his head before focusing back on me. "I think I walked?"
"On to a roof? No, just tell me the truth. You mentioned Zsasz?"
Jon took a deep breath and seemed to think about it for a moment, "Zsasz you said?"
"Yes," I snapped, "you mentioned him. What were you doing with Ridley?"
"Ohhhhh... that," Jon said, "I think I brought her home and Zsasz jumped us? I don't know."
"You have a brain, don't you," I spat, "or is your head just full of straw, Scarecrow?"
It was dangerous provoking him like this, but I honestly didn't care and plus, if one personality was under the effects of whatever drug was in his system, the other one was probably as well.
"Don't talk to me like that." Jon struggled to sit up and ended flopping back on the ground. Pathetic.
"Maybe if you acted like halfway decent human being I would."
"Get that thing away from me." Jon absently swatted a hand at my gun but missed it by a few feet.
"Not until you answer my question," I said, gripping the gun tighter. "What did you do?"
"The question is, what did you do?" Jon gave me a lazy grin.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're so high and mighty that I thought you'd know what I'm talking about. It's your fault."
"My only fault is trusting you," I said, glaring at him, "how could you do that?"
"So you do know what I'm talking about," Jon said, gaze wandering to something in the distance.
"I know about you bringing Ridley to her old home and handing her off to Zsasz," I said, and I realized that was true. Something like that must've happened. It was too much of a coincidence for it not to. Zsasz really didn't have a reason to be there anyways unless he was the sentimental type, which I he wasn't.
"She was so determined," Jon said, sweat beading on his brow, "begged me to take her there."
"Liar," I said, "that's all you've ever been."
"You're one to talk," Jon said, "you lie all the time. That's what caused this whole thing in the first place."
"You can try and blame me as much as you want, but it's not going to work," I said, "I'm too smart for that."
"Are you though?" Jon asked. "People say those things to convince themselves they are when they're really not. If you were so smart, then you would've known that telling her everything would've been the best."
"Well, yes. Maybe. But—"
"So what if I planned to get rid of Ridley by handing her over to Zsasz?" Jon interrupted. "I mean, really. After all, it was your fault it all happened, not just because of your lying. You were the reason I did it. Call me a selfish bastard if you want, we both know that I am."
"You did it because you were jealous and wanted me for yourself?" I nearly yelled. The sound of police cars going by stopped me and I grabbed Jon's collar in one hand. Grunting, I dragged him across the roof and dropped him against the cupola.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," I hissed.
"As stupid as you only wanting Ridley around because she's Anna's kid?" Jon was coming out of his delirium now, his voice getting stronger and less airy.
"That has nothing to do with this," I said, losing patience. "This has to deal with you handing Ridley over to Zsasz when you know what he did to her!"
"Really?" Jon demanded. "You could've prevented all of this if you even wanted to."
"Don't tell me what I do and do not want," I said, "you don't know anything."
"Do we really have to go through all of this again?" Jon asked. "I know you well enough that you'd rather shoot yourself before you shot me."
"Don't test me on this," I growled.
"Go ahead then," Jon taunted, "go and—" he started coughing. "... shoot me. I dare you," he cleared his throat. "I bet you won't. You're too dependant on me." He sneered.
I seriously contemplated it for a minute. I could rid myself of Jon and then I wouldn't have to deal with stuff like this. But... even if he'd done horrible things he wasn't the only one. We all made decisions that might've not been the best; our whole entire existence as Rouges was an example of this.
"I knew you'd never have the courage to do it," Jon said, "I can see it in your face."
"So? Maybe it's a good thing," I said, "maybe I just want to watch you suffer."
"I'm still living aren't I?"
"Sometimes being alive is worse than being dead."
"I wouldn't hesitate to kill you if I had to," Jon said, finally managing to sit up.
"I know."
"You say that a lot," Jon remarked, "I bet you don't even know half the things you say you know."
"Well, if you tell me something then obviously I know about it because you told me." I rolled my eyes, somethings...
"Why did Zsasz want Ridley?"
"More like why did I want to get rid of her," Jon snickered.
"I know why you wanted to get rid of her," I said, "I want to know what Zsasz was going to do to her."
"So you could go and rescue her?"
"Maybe."
"Well you'll have a heck of a time trying to break into the League's headquarters, or where ever they're keeping her."
"The League?" A shiver went through me. What could the League of Shadows possibly want with Ridley. More importantly, Zsasz worked for Penguin. Unless... Zsasz hadn't been able to defeat Jon in the past when they had a confrontation, but if the League was involved...
"Who else knows about this?" I demanded.
"I gained access to Zsasz though one of Penguins henchmen," Jon said.
"Penguin was in on this too?" This had just gone from bad to worse. I knew Zsasz was allied with Penguin, but if they allied with the League... This was getting bigger than just us; a lot bigger. What agenda did they have by forming an alliance? I needed to find out before it was too late.
"Stay here," I said, backing up slowly, "don't go anywhere."
"Oh sure," Jon said, "like I have anywhere else to be but on a rooftop in downtown Gotham where anyone can spot me and call the police." He sneezed, "Where are my glasses? I can't see a damn thing."
"I don't know and I don't care."
"You're sure saying 'I don't know' a lot," Jon said.
"Thanks for the much needed observation, Sherlock," I said sarcastically. "Stay here. Don't move. I'm leaving."
I hastily walked away from him, mindful of my surroundings and I carefully climbed and jumped into the alley.
I had to go the The Iceberg Lounge now, not something I was particularly wanting to do, but it was necessary.
There was going to be hell to pay once I figured everything out.
