After a long time of waiting, I suddenly heard Mr. Gordon yell, "Where's Ed?" and my uncle responded frantically, "That lunatic dropped me off. Sent me in alone. Get the bomb squad in here!" "Sit down and shut up!" was Mr. Gordon's unsympathetic response to my uncle's obvious panic. Part of me was humored by the response, but now wasn't the time to revel in the exchange. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening behind me, so I quickly moved from my spot to another. That's when I saw Edward Nygma dressed in a sharp suit with a nice coat, wearing the bowler hat I saw him in earlier strolling in like he owned the place. In one hand was a device of some kind and in the other, a pistol. What am I going to do now? I didn't think this through… I could hear the men exchange banter and I saw my uncle sitting at one of the officer's desks with large, dark collar around his neck. There were three red lights on it, which told me that it wasn't a normal dog collar. It took all of my willpower not to jump up and rush to help my uncle, instead I did my best to sneak my way over to the desk without being seen by either of the standing men.

"I'm not bluffing, Jim!" Edward snapped. "Neither am I…What's the blast radius on that thing? Am I good here? Or should I… duck behind a desk?" Gordon responded sarcastically. "I want the answer, Jim!" Nygma yelled. Now's my chance… I thought, while he's emotional. I reached the side of the desk in which my uncle sat, fortunately he didn't see me. I quickly reached up to the buckle at the back of his neck and loosen it. Just when I was able to get it loose, Uncle Aubrey started to cry out "No! No!" and lowered his head to the desk. I heard a beeping sound, but nothing happened. Edward grunted in frustration and tried to hit the device in his hand to get it to work, without success. Gordon then said, "There's a radio frequency jamming the signal between the detonator and the bomb…" They continued their conversation and I was able to get the collar off. Uncle Aubrey cried out in shock at the sudden shift in weight of the collar. I grabbed his arm and held a finger to my lips to try to get him to stay silent, but the damage had been done. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Gordon yelled at me. I looked up and saw his blue eyes glaring furiously at me, which was accompanied by the confused look of Nygma. "What's going on?!" the latter demanded. "Who's back there?! I said just you and I ALONE!" I popped up, not wanting to provoke Edward further. With my hands in the air, I announced my presence. "It's me, Mr. Nygma… Felicity James…"

"Damn it…" I heard Gordon whisper under his breath as I walked to where I could be seen completely. Nygma's eyes were wide with surprise, which didn't make as much of an impact on me as the gun that was pointed straight at my chest. "Felicity James? What are you doing here? You left Gotham…" "Yes, I did…" I wanted to keep him calm, but my emotions took control and I blurted out, "after you poisoned me!" The room fell silent for a moment, and then I heard Nygma's deep chuckle. "Well, it was easy enough once I found Oswald's father's medication. I knew that you would just be incapacitated long enough to miss the celebration with that dosage of Verapamil." "Why? Why did you poison me?" "Oh, don't be so sensitive, I just needed you out of the way long enough for me to get rid of Butch." "You got rid of Butch? What do you mean? What did you do?!" "Enough!" Gordon interrupted, "Ed, if you want to know who runs Gotham, let them go. Take a ride with me, and I'll take you to them." I saw the gears turning in Edward's mind, his gun seeming to follow where his thoughts led.

"Actually…" he said with a mischievous smile, "It would be quite poetic if I killed the one that loves Oswald the most, like he killed the one that loved me most…" The gun pointed toward me, and I braced myself for the pain. "Wait! Nygma, I swear to God that if you pull that trigger, you will NEVER find out who the Court is!" Gordon shouted. His shout echoed endlessly through the large, empty space. The gun barrel was still pointed straight at my face, causing my nerves to erupt. It was difficult to decipher Edward's thoughts as his eyes moved around behind his frames. Finally, he scoffed in frustration and lowered the gun. "Fine!" he huffed, "It would be better if Oswald was still alive to see this." Time seemed to stop in that moment. "What?" my voice squeezed out. He smirked "Oh, you haven't heard? I shot Oswald and he fell in Gotham River a couple of weeks back…"

I collapsed to my knees, feeling the familiar sensation of when I heard my family died. "No…" I whispered with despair, "Please say it isn't true…" I saw Edward's shoes step forward, and I heard his voice next to my head, "It is true, my dear…Trust me, the bastard had it coming…" Suddenly I was knocked to the side by Gordon as he tackled Edward to the floor, causing the gun to fly. I heard the metal weapon clank at the far side of the room. "That's enough, Nygma! Now do you want to see the Court or not?!" Gordon said as he stood up. "Fine…" he responded with a deep gravel as he straightened his glasses and picked up his hat. "Felicity! What are you doing here?!" I heard my uncle say behind me, which reminded me that he was still there. Numbly, I answered, "I was coming to find Oswald… I had to tell him…" "Tell him what?" Uncle Aubrey demanded. But Nygma answered before I could, "To tell him that she's carrying his child…"

I was flabbergasted to hear those words come out of his lips. While I was on the ground and he was standing, he resembled a large monument towering over me. His smile was more subdued than it was before, and he offered his hand to me. As much as I wanted to refuse his extended hand, he bent down to take my hand and lifted me from the ground. "Congratulations, Ms. James. Am I right to assume that your child is indeed Oswald's?" "What!?" my uncle spat furiously. The last thing I wanted to do was give Edward Nygma an ounce of confirmation, but I could never hold my composure. He said softly with a smile, "Of course it is…I noticed your stomach the moment that I could see it. Along with other... obvious physical changes…" This caused a spark of fury to flash through me and I slapped him as hard as I could muster in that moment. Hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away from Nygma while I saw Gordon holding Nygma back. The latter held his hand over his wounded cheek and fixed his glasses as he huffed a bit. I then heard him laugh as he straightened his suit, "I guess I deserved that…Alright Jim. You had better keep your end of the bargain. Let's go…" As the two men walked past us, Edward tipped his hat toward me, "Fee…Aubrey… A pleasure as always." With that departing remark, the men left the station and I was able to finally release my pain and sorrow in my uncle's arms.