Jim had no idea what had happened. One minute he had been sat down on the chair and the next he was being dragged out of Ed's apartment by his feet. He had gained consciousness while Ed had been pulling him, but he had kept quiet, biding his time until he could escape from the forensic scientist who was murmuring to himself. Jim listened out for any sound from his sister, but he couldn't hear her. What had Ed done to her? Was she safe? Jim had to get back there and find her. He had to go back and get her. She needed him. Jim felt Ed let go of his feet after a few moments and he made his move.

Launching upwards, he saw that Ed was fiddling with the trunk of his car, trying to get it open. Running as fast as he could to the nearest building, Jim saw that the window was wide open. Launching himself onto the bin that sat beneath it, he hauled himself upwards, but he heard Ed close on his tail.

"Jim!" Ed shouted his name loudly.

Jim didn't listen, but he did hear the bang from the gun echo through the air. He had hoped that the bullet had missed, but Jim felt it pierce his leg. He groaned in pain and tumbled into the building. Gathering his breath, he moved through it, hiding around the corner and trying to be still. He just had to be quiet enough to hide from Ed. Peering down onto the blood, he gritted his teeth through the pain. Leaning against the wall, he kept silent before hearing Ed's voice inside the building.

"You're probably wondering why I set you up, Jim," Ed called out, trying to lure him out of hiding. "You're probably thinking 'gee, why did Ed do this? I thought we were friends?' And we were, Jimbo. We were friends until you started snooping in my business…and I couldn't have you doing that…because it would have ruined what I have with your sister."

Jim tried not to snap at the mention of his sister. He knew that he had to move soon enough. Ed would find him and there were only so many places he could hide. For the time being, Ed's voice sounded quite far away, giving Jim a chance to run and get away from him.

"I'll give you a clue, Jim…K.K."

Jim's brows knitted together. "Kristen Kringle," he whispered before running, knowing that Ed would have heard him. He took off through the building, trying to keep his breath quiet as Ed chased after him.

"I won't let you ruin what I have with Olivia!" he shouted. "She is mine, Jim! She will always be mine!"

Jim said nothing in response, choosing to keep quiet as he found a door. Launching himself out of it, he closed it after a second and came to a main street. It was filled with people and he knew that he could blend in. He had to go somewhere for help, but he had to go somewhere discreet. He couldn't let anyone turn him over to the police. But he had to get bandaged up. He needed to bandage himself up or else he was going to collapse and then he would be no use to Olivia. He would find help and then go back for her. It was his only option.

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Ed made sure that Olivia slept when he went to work the following day. He knew that Jim had not been found, but there was no chance that he would be getting into Ed's apartment, not when he had shot him in the leg. There was also no option of Jim calling the police. He knew far too much and was not going to throw that knowledge away by calling the cops on himself. There might be a chance that he would ask Harvey for help. Ed had watched him intently that day, wondering what he knew.

But then Selina Kyle had strolled into the precinct. She had shouted loudly about how she had information on where Jim Gordon was. That caught everyone's attention, of course. Ed wasn't immune to it. He had stood to the side, holding onto his folder when Selina had said something about knowing where the body was buried. Jim knew where the body was buried. But how would Jim know? How would he know where Kristen was buried? Penguin wouldn't have told him. Ed was certain on that…or was he? But then Gordon was looking for Penguin. What if he did find him and he cracked?

Ed couldn't risk that. He made his excuses that he had to leave work early that day. He had to move the body and he had to leave. He had to get out of Gotham. Driving home, Ed did well not to break the speed limits in place. He kept his focus on getting back home and to Olivia. She was already awake when he walked in, still chained to the headboard. She was sat up, her legs curled underneath herself as she tried to pull the handcuffs free.

"I have the key," was all that Ed said to her before reaching under the bed and grabbing his suitcase from it. "I wouldn't bother tugging on them, Liv. You will just hurt your wrist."

"Screw you," was all she responded with.

Ed looked at her then, taking a deep breath, teeth bared. He dropped his hands to his hips as she tossed her hair behind her shoulders and glowered at him. "My, my, someone's getting brave," he spoke in a dark voice before chuckling.

"Ed, you set my brother," Olivia sniped at him. "You set my brother up and he did weeks…months…in a jail cell because of you. If you think that you can keep me here…stop Jim from coming for you…then you're an idiot."

"I'm not an idiot," he snapped at her. "I was never an idiot, my love. I have this planned. We are doing what you always wanted to do. We are getting out of here, Olivia. We are leaving Gotham and we are going to start a new life."

Olivia frowned then, sitting on her knees and looking at him. "Are you sure you're not an idiot?" she demanded from him. "Did you hear what I just said? I am going nowhere with you, Ed. I hate you."

Ed moved towards her then, bending down and grabbing hold of her chin in his hand. His grip on her was tight, almost bruising. She didn't complain, instead she glared at him as he refused to let her go. "There is a very fine line between love and hate," he informed her. "Some even believe that the line is indistinguishable. Perhaps we will work that out together, hmm?"

Olivia gathered up the courage she had and forced herself to use her free hand to push him from her. He shifted backwards and her hand made contact with his cheek. Slapping him as hard as she could, the noise echoed through the room and his glasses fell askew. He turned his head to the side and caressed his cheek, feeling it sting. But he didn't complain. Instead he laughed and turned back to her. He grabbed at her once more, hand curling around her chin as his lips pressed to hers and she tried to recoil. Ed pulled back and stood up straight, pointing his finger at her.

"I always wondered if there was something else inside of you," Ed told her. "Sweet, little, Olivia…you know, he always liked you meek and mild. Sometimes I didn't mind you like that, but I suspected there was a darkness inside of you. Turns out I might be right."

"What the hell are you going on about?" Olivia demanded as he placed the suitcase on the bed and began raiding drawers, pulling out random clothes and stuffing them into it as he spoke.

"You didn't honestly think that sweet, caring Ed was the one pleasuring you all these nights, did you?" he asked from her. "Did you never wonder why he went from being shy one moment to dominating the next?"

Olivia frowned. "What…so you're not…you think you're two different people?"

"No," Ed responded with a shake of his head. "Well," he stood still and then cocked his brow, "perhaps to an extent. Ed's always been like this…he just needed a little push for him to see that this was right. I'm still me, Liv. I am just a better and more enhanced version of myself."

Olivia had to admit that she was confused. What was he talking about? She didn't even bother to ask, knowing that she had other, more important matters to deal with, namely getting away from him.

"So what is this grand plan?" Olivia demanded from Ed. "How do you think you are going to kidnap me? Do you think I am going to come willingly?"

"Not initially," Ed said with an understanding nod and he reached for her clothes, tossing them on top of his. "However, you will soon come around when you realise that we are meant to be together, Liv. We'll be fine in the long run…perhaps you might even shock me with what is really inside of you?"

"Doubt it," Olivia scoffed.

Ed pulled out her underwear and Olivia rolled her eyes, noting that he was only taking the fancy and most uncomfortable sets. She chewed down on her tongue as Ed reached for the gun he had hidden in his jacket pocket. Pulling it out, Olivia's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"When the hell did you get a gun?"

"Call it security," Ed said. "Now, I am going to take the handcuffs off, Olivia, but I need you to be a good girl for the time being."

"Or what?" she asked him. "You'll shoot me? Really, Ed, as if I would believe that."

Ed chuckled and finished with the suitcase, closing it and shaking his head. He zipped it up, focusing on it, feeling Olivia's gaze on him. "I would never shoot you," he promised her. "However, I would shoot your brother, Olivia. You know that I wounded him last night? I shot him in the leg and I know exactly where he is."

Olivia eyed him. She shook her head. "You're bluffing," she said.

"Do you want to find out?" he asked from her. "I know that Harvey is hiding him. I know where Harvey lives. The only thing stopping me from going around there and finishing the job off is you. You are the one with the power here, Olivia."

Olivia felt disgusted. She wanted to throw up at what she was hearing. She looked puzzled as she stared at Ed, the two of them seeming to have a contest of who would crack first. "What happened to you?" Olivia asked from him.

"Nothing," Ed replied. "I just accepted the truth about what needs to be done and who I am. This is me, Olivia. The dominant Ed…the Ed who turns you on…who protects you…this is him, my sweet Liv."

"I preferred the old you."

"Keep kidding yourself," Ed said to her. "So what do you say? Are you going to come quietly or do I have to do something I might regret?"

She didn't answer, but the way she looked away told him that he knew the answer. He reached for the key he had kept hidden in his coat pocket all day. Undoing the cuffs, he tugged them from her wrists and she moved instantly. She reached up, her hand clenched into a fist as she went to punch him. But Ed was quick. He caught her wrist before she could make any real impact and then grabbed her other wrist as she tried to fight her way from him.

"Don't be stupid," Ed snapped at her, moving to his feet and hauling her up with him. He tossed her back onto the bed and looked down at her. "Now get changed and get ready or I swear to you that this won't end well for Jim."

Olivia turned her head over her shoulder, looking up at him while remaining on her front on the bed. She managed to push herself up, still feeling weak from her illness. She reached for a long black skirt and white top. She changed quickly, pulling on her long black boots. Ed helped her into her coat and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She tried to push free from him, but his grip was tight and challenging.

"Do you know the worst part about this?" Olivia asked as he carried the case in his free hand and looked over his apartment one final time. He led Olivia out of it and towards the elevator. "I probably could have forgiven you for what you did to Kristen…I forgave you for Dougherty…but this? I can never forgive you for doing this to Jim."

"You see, that is where you are wrong, Olivia," Ed said, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to go down. "I don't need your forgiveness. I just need you to accept what happened and move on."

"Again, that will not happen," she hissed at him.

"Time will tell," Ed only responded with.

He led her out to his car, bundling her into the passenger seat. He placed the suitcase in the trunk and started the car up. "We need to make a detour," he informed her. "I need to deal with a body before your brother finds it."

"Kristen's," Olivia whispered.

"This started because of her. It seems fitting that it should end with her," Ed commented.

He drove through the streets towards the outskirts of the city. They were both sitting in silence, one plotting where to go and the other plotting how to escape. Ed kept looking across to Olivia as she stared out the window. She spoke in a low voice, trying a different approach to getting him to stop this. She had been harsh, now she had to be weak. He had said that Ed liked it when she was weak.

"You know, I thought that you loved me," Olivia said.

"I do love you," he responded without hesitation.

"People don't do this to people they love," she said to him simply. "I honestly thought that…well…I thought that we were going to get married, Ed. I genuinely thought that we would get married and have kids…move away from here and be happy together."

"We still can," Ed said to her.

"And if you get tired of me?" Olivia asked from him. "What happens then? Will you get bored of me like you did Kristen?"

"I never got bored of Kristen," Ed said, parking the car on a lane and turning the ignition of. "I never wanted her…you know that, Olivia. Now, sit tight. I will be back once I have dealt with this."

Olivia didn't have chance to complain. Instead she watched Ed walk off into the snow covered field. She waited until he was out of sight before looking around the car for a sign of anything to help her escape. He had locked the doors and she knew that she couldn't get out considering she couldn't unlock them from the inside. She peered into the foot wells of the passenger seat and the back seat, but it was empty.

Frowning, she slipped into the back seat before spotting something hidden from view under the driver's seat. She reached for it and grabbed it, smiling to herself. It was a crowbar. If she could smash the window then she could run. She could escape him.

She hit the crowbar against the window, but it did minimal damage. She hit it again, this time causing a crack to form. She continued hitting against the crack until the glass shattered. She cleared the window free of shards with the end of the crowbar before climbing out the window. She fell into the snow, her backside and legs getting wet. Managing to haul herself up, she looked around for any sign of Ed. Had he heard her?

She didn't know, but she did see a familiar figure in the distance. She squinted intensely and shook her head. It was Jim. She knew that. Had he heard her in the car? She didn't know, but she ran as fast as she could in the snow, following Ed's footsteps that he had made. She suspected that Jim was following the same ones.

"That was a good plan, Jimbo!" Ed shouted out and Olivia came up behind him. Jim looked over Ed's shoulder. She was stood there. What was she doing here? Had she not seen Harvey and the other officers loitering behind? Jim hadn't even seen her in the car when he had been following Ed. "You sent that little street urchin to the precinct knowing that I would hear speaking about Penguin knowing where the body was buried."

Olivia tried to keep quiet as she stood in the trees, looking at the hole that Ed had been digging before he had raised his gun and aimed it at Jim.

"I followed you out here," Jim admitted to Ed.

"I'd clap, but I have your gun in my hand." Ed said.

"What happened to you?" Jim demanded.

"You dummy," Ed said, sounding exhilarated by everything. "This is who I am. Why does it hurt you, Jim? Is it because you couldn't catch me? Is that it? Well, Jim, we all know that we have some darkness inside of us. You should know that more than others."

"Ed, stop," Olivia finally spoke up.

Ed whirled around to see her stood there. He frowned as she moved towards him. He reached for her quickly, but she was also reaching for him. Moving her hands to his shoulders, she clung tightly onto him, looking him in the eye as he kept his gun aimed behind her and at Jim.

"How did you get out?" he asked.

"Crowbar," was all that she said. "That's not the point, Ed…the point is that we can go…we can leave here right now and go."

"No way in hell will I let that happen," Jim snapped and Olivia threw him a harsh stare.

She drew Ed's attention back to her, pressing her body tightly to his as she felt the chill of the snow seep through her clothes. She was shaking and Ed felt so warm. She couldn't deny that. She moved her hand to his cheek, guiding his gaze back to hers.

"Listen to me," Olivia demanded from him. "I can forgive you for everything…in time…we can move past it. You have me, Ed. You have me and I told you that I would come with you, but not if you do this to Jim. If you hurt him then you know we cannot move on. He is my brother."

"He will never stop trying to find us," Ed said to her, gaze moving between her and Jim.

"He won't find us," Olivia said, trying to sound convincing. Jim felt sick. He didn't want his sister to be anywhere near Ed. He was a monster as far as Jim was concerned. He was a monster who Jim had encouraged to date. "We can go somewhere where he won't find us. Me…Ed…me in return for Jim's life."

Ed kept his eyes darting between them before he felt Olivia step back. She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to make his choice.

"Liv-"

"-Let it go, Jim," Olivia interrupted her brother, turning to glare at him, hoping he knew what she was doing was enough to buy them time. Looking back to Ed, she saw him staring at her hand. "Let's go, Ed."

Nodding his head, Ed reached out and took her hand. It was at that time when the police made their presence known. They were led by Harvey, yells demanding for Ed to drop the gun clear as day. Ed reacted quickly, his arm going around Olivia's waist and pulling her back flat against his chest. She shrieked loudly as Ed pointed the gun back at Jim.

"Captain Barnes…I was apprehending Jim," Ed said.

"Stop it, Ed. We heard everything! Now drop the gun and let her go! On your knees now!" Barnes roared back.

Ed knew that was it then. He was down to very limited options. He turned the gun on Olivia, pressing the barrel against her temple. Jim stepped forwards then, not knowing what Ed might do as the other officers kept their guns trained on him.

"Let her go!" Jim roared at Ed.

"No," Ed said. "You're going to let me leave with Olivia…we're going…"

"Ed, there is no way out of this," Barnes shouted back. "You let her go or we'll put a bullet in the back of your skull."

Ed looked around. He was surrounded and he knew the men holding the guns could aim. Olivia, for her part, wasn't even scared. She had a gun at her head and she wasn't even fighting Ed. She was almost calm.

"You would never shoot me," she reminded him in a whisper.

Ed continued to take deep breaths, panting loudly before whispering into her ear.

"This isn't over, Olivia. I'll have you again," Ed promised her, but he let her go. He turned on his heel and tried to run off. Jim reacted quickly, moving towards his sister and taking hold of her, gathering her into his arms.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine," she promised him, looking on as Ed fell into the snow and ended up surrounded by officers. He had dropped the gun and had resigned himself to the fact he had been caught.

"You have no idea what I have been through," Jim whispered to his sister, grabbing hold of her and gathering her into his arms. She was pale, but she felt very hot. She was burning up. Pulling back, he looked down to her. "You're sick, Liv. You're boiling."

"I feel cold…I fell in the snow," she mumbled, eyes still on Ed as he was hauled to his feet and cuffed.

Jim followed her gaze and instantly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding tightly onto her. He moved to wrap her into his arms, hugging her tightly. She placed her own arms around his neck, chin on his shoulder as she watched Ed be escorted away, his gaze fixed on hers.

"I'm going to get you home," Jim said to his sister. "I swear that I will never let anything happen to you again…Ed will never hurt you again…no one will."

Olivia didn't respond to that. She knew that he shouldn't make promises he might not be able to keep. Jim pulled away and kissed her forehead before burrowing her under his arm and guiding her away from the scene, swearing that Edward Nygma would never get near his sister again.

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A/N: Do let me know what you think!