Ed was now locked up under even stricter conditions after he had attempted to escape. Ed had been willing to do anything to get out of the confinement he was in with the cannibalistic killer.

He had told Ethel Peabody about Jim Gordon and he was snooping around the Asylum because he knew what was going on in the basement. The fact that Olivia had come to him was enough to tell him that was Gordon's plan. Of course, Olivia had no idea that Ed planned to use that information against Jim.

"You know that his sister came to visit me," Ed said, giving them all of the information they had needed when he was sat with the two of them. He looked between Peabody and Strange, trying to convince them that he could be useful. He would do anything for an easier life in that place. Of course, he did not intend to stay there for much longer. "I know her and I know Jim Gordon. I know how they operate."

"And how is that?" Strange wondered from Ed.

"Olivia came to me because she knows that you are doing something in the basement. If she knows then you can bet she got her information from Jim."

"And why did she come here to tell you?" Strange wondered and Ed shifted in the chair, scratching at his chin. He said nothing for a moment and Strange was able to piece the puzzle together without Ed speaking. "Because she was concerned for you."

"She said something about Selina Kyle," Ed admitted, not wanting to get into the relationship he had with Olivia Gordon. That was his business and no one else's. She was his and only his. "She said how she had gone missing and the last place she had visited was this Asylum."

"So what?" Peabody wondered, pushing Ed. "Why would they think she is here? How does he intend to come in?"

"I do not know," Ed responded. "But you know exactly that Jim is going to do something…and he is probably working with someone else."

"Bruce Wayne," Strange said, looking at Peabody. It would make sense why they would be working together and why Bruce Wayne had asked to come and look around the facility. Peabody nodded her head and then looked back to Ed, her lips curling upwards.

"Perhaps we could let Mr Nygma have some fun."

…

Olivia had tried to dissuade her brother from going through with the plan, but there was no dissuading Jim. He would do everything that he could to help Bruce and save Selina Kyle. She was sat on the sofa, trying to keep herself distracted but failing miserably. She had gone back to work, but things had been tense. She had struggled to get into the flow of things. She paced up and down the living room, her mind still on Jim when she reached for her cell. She called the GCPD.

"Can I speak to Harvey Bullock?" she asked when someone picked up. "It's Jim Gordon's sister."

He transferred her without a second thought and she let the phone rest in between her cheek and shoulder while pacing up and down, her hands fiddling with each other.

"Olivia," Harvey greeted her, the line slightly fuzzy. "Have you heard from Jim?"

"Not a word," Olivia shook her head and took hold of the phone once more. She closed her eyes for a moment, fearing the worst. "What is going on, Harvey? Can you not go in after him?"

"We were supposed to wait for him to give us the all clear," Harvey responded to her. "But it's been a while now. He shouldn't have been gone this long."

"Harvey, please," Olivia begged of him. "Please just go in and bring him home. Please."

"Olivia, I would, but I-"

"-Harvey, he is your friend and he could be in danger!" Olivia snapped down the phone. "Send someone. I need to get down there…I need to-"

"-You are to go nowhere near that place," Harvey said to her, voice demanding. "I mean it, Olivia. You stay away from there. I'll send the boys down there."

"I'm coming to the precinct," Olivia said firmly. "I want to be with you when you get news."

….

Standing in the GCPD precinct, Olivia looked at the desk that had been her brother's and wondered if he would ever return to the GCPD. She stood near Harvey as he remained in contact with the taskforce he had sent to the Asylum. Relief coursed through their veins when they said that they hadn't had to swarm the place. Jim had come out. Olivia collapsed against the railings overlooking the desk, holding tightly onto it.

Harvey dropped the radio and went to stand next to her, hand going to her shoulder and squeezing it. "He's fine," he promised her. "The boys are bringing him back here and then he is under strict orders to go home and rest."

"I can see to that," Olivia promised Harvey, turning to look at him. "Thank you, Harvey."

"Hey, he's my buddy," Harvey said to her. "He's a pain in the ass, but he's a good guy."

"I agree with that."

Harvey and Olivia sat down at his desk then, talking about everything and nothing. Jim soon walked in with the other officers and wandered into the precinct, looking around. But he looked like he was sweating and he had a manic appearance to him. He was smiling, but it was overly emphasised. Olivia said nothing, looking down at him as she walked down the steps towards him.

"Jim," she said.

"Olivia!" he shouted, voice overly loud and she almost recoiled at the loud noise. She wrapped her arms around him and Olivia pulled back after a moment, holding his shoulders as his face continued contorting and he looked around.

"So what?" Harvey asked from Jim.

"Found nothing," Jim said.

Olivia frowned and pulled away from him. Something was not right.

"You found nothing?"

"Nope," Jim said, hands on hips and eyes darting around again. "We found nothing at all. He was completely clean."

"What?" Olivia was the one to ask. She shook her head. "Jim, you were convinced that he had something going on in that place. What the hell has happened to make you change your mind?"

"We couldn't find anything."

"Yeah, speaking of, where is Bruce?" Olivia asked. "You dragged him into this."

"Oh, he went home," Jim said with a nod of his head.

"You okay, buddy?" Harvey wondered. "You're looking frantic."

"I'm fine," Jim responded, smiling. "I think I might have a touch of he flu."

"Well," Harvey said, holding his hands up and backing away. "Stay away from me. I'm getting laid at the weekend. You two head home. I'll catch you both later."

"Yeah," Olivia said and looked to her brother, but then held a finger up. "Give me a minute, Jim."

She rushed back to Harvey as he returned to his desk. She took hold of his arm, tugging on his sleeve as he tidied up his paperwork. She looked back to her brother as Harvey also glanced down to her. "What is it?" he wondered.

"Something isn't right," she said to him. "That is not Jim. Jim never acts that manic."

"He said he had a bit of flu."

"Come on, Harvey," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. "I know my brother and I know when he has the flu. He is not my brother. That is not my brother."

"Listen, Liv, he will be fine. He's just a bit manic. Take him home and let him rest. He'll be fine."

Olivia groaned as Harvey walked away and she looked back down to Jim. Nodding her head she went down to him and took him by the arm, telling him that they were going home. She wondered if he had been injected with something. There had to be something that was going on because this man was not the Jim she knew.

…

Olivia was making a salad for her and Jim. They were having a late lunch and she was convinced that her brother was not well. Doing her best to compose her thoughts, she wondered if he had been given something. Maybe that was what it was?

"Did they give you something, Jim?" Olivia wondered, sitting down across from him at the dining table. She arched her brow and waited for him to respond. He was devouring the salad and forgetting his manners while doing it. She watched him and he shook his head.

"No," he said. "What would they have given me?"

"I don't know," Olivia responded. "You just seem really manic, Jim. It's freaking me out."

"I'm fine, Olivia," he said to her.

"Yeah," she said, but she didn't sound convinced. She picked at the lettuce on her plate and leaned back in her chair. Folding one leg over the other, she tossed her hair back. "You know, I was thinking the other day how funny it was that we have never gone back to Chicago…it was our favourite city when we went travelling for the summer."

"Yeah," Jim said, laughing and nodding. "Chicago was great."

Olivia knew then that something was definitely wrong. They had never been to Chicago. They had been everywhere else, but not Chicago. She said nothing for a moment and they both ate in silence. Once they were finished, Olivia took hold of the plates and tidied up while Jim remained seated.

"Why don't you go and lie down?" she suggested. "If you are getting the flu then you need to rest."

"Yes," Jim said, sounding too enthusiastic. "I will go and get some rest."

Jim walked off down the corridor and Olivia watched him go. She shook her head and was about to grab her cell when she heard it begin to ring.

"Harvey?"

"Alfred came to the precinct. Bruce and-"

"-He is not Jim," Olivia said quickly, whispering so that he could not hear her. "Harvey, this is not Jim."

"Bruce and Lucius never got back to the Manor. I think something is going on."

"There is definitely something going on," Olivia agreed with that comment. "I asked him about our holiday in Chicago and all he did was no and agree with me how it had been great. We never went to Chicago, Harvey."

"Get out of there," Harvey demanded from her. "I'm going to send a squad down to your apartment to apprehend him, but I need you to get out of there."

"Consider me gone," Olivia said, hanging up the cell.

She grabbed hold of her jacket and gasped loudly at the sight of the man in the hallway. Jim was stood there. He had his hands balled into fists by his sides and he looked at Olivia with a darkened gaze. She looked back at him and he growled lowly.

"I wish you hadn't have answered that call," he said.

"Stay the hell away from me," Olivia demanded from him. "I know that you're not Jim. You're not my brother."

"I can't let you go anywhere," he said to her and Olivia dropped her jacket. She had to get around him to get to the door. How could she get away from him. He slammed the door to the hall shut behind him and advanced towards her. "I'm sorry, Olivia."

…

Jim didn't want to believe that there was a bomb underneath the Asylum, but Strange had confessed him. He had seen that man take transform to him and Strange had sent him away. He had made him leave and pretend to be Jim. The thought sickened Jim deeply, wondering if his sister would be able to see through it. Olivia knew him better than anyone. She would know if someone was pretending to be him. She wasn't stupid.

The bomb was due to go off in ten minutes, according to Strange. But Lucius had reminded him that there was radioactive material down in his secret lab. If the bomb went off near that then there would be trouble. There could be a radioactive cloud. Thousands of people would die. The only man who could get into the lab was Nygma. Of course it had to be Nygma. Selina had told him how Ed had tried to escape and he knew his way down there.

"Well, Jimmy," Nygma said when he saw him opening the door to his cell. "What do I owe this honour?"

"Get up," Jim demanded, grabbing Ed from where he was sat, noticing he was wearing a lab coat and shirt. Clearly he hadn't changed from when he had terrorised Bruce and Lucius, demanding to know what they knew about who ran Gotham for Strange. Of course, Strange never divulged why he wanted that information and Nygma hadn't had a chance to find out.

"You know the way down to the lab?" Jim demanded from him.

"Yes, of course I know the way, but what is with all this pulling?" Nygma snapped at him as sirens continued whirling.

"Just do it," Jim snapped, letting him go once they came to the end of the corridor.

Ed sighed and set about finding the hidden hatch that would take them down to the basement. "What do I get if I do it?" Ed wondered, about to hotwire the electrics to open the door. "You bust me out of here and I get Olivia?"

"You get to live," Jim snapped back, not willing to play his games.

The sirens continued blaring as the security was deactivated, the doors opening wide. Ed watched Jim and Lucius step into the elevator and his lips quirked upwards.

"I'll see you around, Jimmy boy."

"Wouldn't count on it."

Stepping into the elevator, Jim pressed the button to go down. Travelling down, they managed to find the bomb quite easily. But it only had one minute left on it. Jim's eyes widened and he looked to Lucius. "Any idea?" he asked from him.

"Erm…no," Lucius said. "I've never diffused a bomb before."

"Water," a voice croaked out and Jim recognised Peabody. "You need water."

"Yeah, water," Jim said as it if were obvious.

Him and Lucius quickly ran about trying to find the water. They managed to find some with thirty seconds to go and Jim stood over the bomb. Looking to Lucius, he nodded his head. They poured the water onto the bomb and it stopped its countdown on nine seconds, the two men breathing with relief that it had worked before Peabody asked for water for herself.

…

"We found Nygma roaming round," Harvey said, looking to Jim as he came out of the elevator. Nygma was apprehended, hands behind his back as two cops restrained him. "But, Jim…you need to get to the hospital."

Ed's ears pricked up as the two officers tried to force him back into his cell and he refused, digging his heels in. He wanted to know what had happened. Why would Jim have to go to the hospital? There would be only one person he would have to see and Ed knew that.

"Why?" Jim asked, but he knew why. His suspicions were already rearing their heads.

"The guys who was your clone," Harvey said, "I sent him home with your sister…she worked it out and he…he attacked her, Jim. She's in hospital."

"Is she okay?" Ed called out and the two officers stopped trying to force him into his cell as others stormed the place. Looking to Harvey, Ed's glasses fell down his nose and he felt himself begin to shake. "What clone? What happened to her?"

Jim felt a chill run down his spine. "Is she…"

"She's alive and they think they can stabilise her," Harvey confirmed to Jim. "I sent a squad car out and they found him with her. She had been stabbed in the stomach."

"She-"

"-She is none of your concern," Jim interrupted, pointing at Ed and shutting him up and then looking to Harvey. "A bus left this place and you need to stop it. It has some of the inmates on it…but I need to go…I need to go to the hospital."

"Yeah, of course," Harvey said and Jim ran off, Ed calling after him.

"You need to let me know if she is okay!" he shouted, but Jim ignored him, running down the corridors. "Jimbo! You have to tell me!"

Ed was forced back into his cell and Jim was out of sight, leaving the Asylum behind to go for the hospital and his sister.

…

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