Three hours later

My backside was sore from sitting in that chair for so long. It was not cushioned at all and I felt it. The sun was setting, and I was able to enjoy the beautiful colors of the sky, but not for long. I then heard the elevator bell in the distance, voices rang through the hall as they approached. Boyd quickly got up from his seat and resumed his position from when Galavan left. "Yes, Mr. Mayor, this space has quite the view. Perfect for our meeting, I hope you don't mind…" I then saw Galavan accompanied by my uncle. He surveyed the room for a minute and then his eyes settled on me. The glance was one of confusion and he asked, "Wait a minute, I thought this was going to be a private meeting, who is this?" "Don't you recognize her? Take a closer look…" Uncle Aubrey walked closer to me; I could see the years that had passed since our last meeting in his appearance. He had a receding hairline and his face had gotten looser. But I recognized his eyes and his voice almost immediately. It seemed that he didn't recognize me, much as expected. "I'm sorry…" he turned back to Galavan, "I don't know her, who is she?" "Oh! You disappoint me Mayor James!" He came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder, causing me to flinch. "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"I'm…Felicity James…" I said with a defeated voice. I could see my uncle's eyes flash with recognition. "Felicity? Michael's girl?" His face changed to one of loss, like he regretted the years that had passed. He came over to me and examined my face closer and seemed to confirm the question of authenticity. "Oh my God! Look how you've grown! I..I can't believe that you're here! I thought that I would never see you again! How are you? What are you doing here?!" He then looked at Galavan and his demeanor changed to one of suspicion, "What is going on here? Why is she here?" "Well, Mr. Mayor, I wanted to surprise you. After all, she surprised me so I thought I would share the amusement." Uncle Aubrey turned back to me and asked, "Felicity, will you please tell me what's going on? Why are you back in Gotham?" Before I could respond, Galavan interrupted, "I'm sorry, but we don't have time right now for catching up." I then saw Tabitha re-enter the room, she was dressed in a short, dark sleeveless dress with her hair down and she was holding a large box with a leather handle on top.

"What is that?" my uncle asked. "It's a box!" Galavan said with sarcastic enthusiasm and it was placed on the table. Tabitha then took a small key and unlocked it, opening one side of it. "As you can see," Galavan continued, "an empty box…Mr. Mayor, I want you to put it on your head." "What?!" he responded with anger. "I want…you…to put the box…on your head." Galavan gestured to him like he was a toddler learning how to pick up a toy. "Like Hell! Who the Hell do you think you are?!" Galavan took a deep breath through his nose and said with an exasperated voice, "Well, I was hoping that you would just cooperate, but…" I didn't notice Tabitha was next to me till I suddenly felt my hair being tugged harshly in the back of my skull. I hissed in pain and Uncle Aubrey yelled, "No! Let her go! You Son-of-a-Bitch!" he yelled at Galavan and looked like he was going to fight him. But he didn't seem fazed by the outburst, but instead shook his head in feigned disappointment. "Now Mr. Mayor, is that any way for a public official to talk? What will your constituents think?" The back of my head was screaming in pain, but I refused to cry because of it. I wanted desperately to fight, but with Boyd close by with a gun, I knew it was useless. So instead I gripped the chair's arms to cope.

Galavan smugly said, "Now…you have two choices. Choice A, put on the box and spare your niece a rather unpleasant experience; or choice B, refuse again and watch my sister use her vast skills on Ms. James…your choice." My uncle's face was that of helpless terror, he looked at my face and then he pursed his face in defeat. "Uncle Aubrey…" I said with a pleading voice, "Don't do it! Get out of here! Please!" The pain increased as Tabitha pulled my hair even more, but I still refused to cry out. "Stop!" he yelled, "Alright!" he said as he picked up the box and put it around the back of his face, the opening still showing his face. "Just…let her go." "Surprising…" Galavan responded, "It seems like your niece has more gumption than you do, Mr. Mayor." He walked up to my uncle and placed his hand on top of the box. "I guess that's to be expected for the woman dating Oswald Cobblepot." Uncle Aubrey's face looked at mine in shock, but he didn't respond. "Tabbie, please release Ms. James." She roughly released my hair and allowed me to relax a little in the chair.

"Please, Mr. Galavan…don't do this. Just let him go, let Mrs. Kapelput go, please…" I pleaded. This seemed to strengthen my uncle's resolve and he said, "You'll never get away with this!" Galavan made a deep sigh, "Alright, that's enough chatter." Suddenly, he slammed the door of the box shut and locked it. I screamed, "No! Uncle Aubrey!" I heard his yelling through the box and he futilely tried to open it. Galavan guided him to the chair next to me and I grabbed at the lock, trying to break it. I yelled as my tears streamed down my face, I heard Galavan's voice, but I didn't hear what he said. Without warning, I was then yanked out of my chair and dragged toward the door by Boyd. For the first time that night, I really fought him and screamed at the top of my lungs. Tabitha laughed and Galavan turned his back on me. When we got to the elevator, Boyd took out his gun and held it to my side, causing me to gasp and silence myself. "Why?" I whispered, and the silent man gave no answer.