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Chapter 2

She wasn't sure how long they'd been driving when they came upon a young, ragged looking man with an awkward walk. It looked like his right leg was broken or at least sprained as he dragged it with every step. The man put his hand up, trying to get a ride as they passed. The guy that was driving, the one who had tied her feet and hands, slowed down.

Her brow furrowed and she wondered what they were doing. Were they going to mess with this poor guy too?

"Hey, let's have some fun with this dude," the guy in the passenger seat suggested.

The other guy laughed, "Yeah sure," as he slowed down the car.

When the guy reached out to open the door with a smile of relief on his face they sped up only to stop again.

She couldn't help it. "Stop!" she yelled. It was the first thing she'd said all morning. "Leave him alone." Her face was serious and a well-placed mask concealed her fear.

The driver looked over his shoulder at her. "You shut your mouth."

She looked to her right, watching the young disheveled man as he walked towards them again. He had the door open this time but they took off again, laughing. She could see the annoyed look on the young man's face and she hoped he would just give up and try to get another ride since he looked like he'd been through enough.

They stopped again, telling him to come on. The young man came forward and this time they didn't speed up. She bit her lip as she watched him climb in. When he shut the door he didn't look at her at first. She noticed how sickly pale he looked and how his skin had a grey pallor to it and with him he carried a cloud of stench.

"Thank you so much you guys, truly. I'm very grateful. I've been waiting for hours."

"No kidding, you look like you crawled out of a cemetery."

It was then that he noticed her. He looked surprised as he looked first to her hands then her feet. There was dry, crusted blood around her wrists where she'd been trying in vain to get out of the ropes tying them together.

"Ugh, what's going on here guys?" he said, lighthearted as he looked between her two kidnappers, a friendly smile on his face.

"Oh nothing just going to have a little fun with that pretty lady right there," the driver answered.

"Only when the boss is through with her though," the other guy interjected. "Isn't that right Miss Gordon?" He winked at her and her stomach churned.

The hitchhiker looked at her, as if he was seeing her in a new light. Was she related to Jim Gordon, the very man that had spared his life? He wondered if he should do something since technically he did owe Mr. Gordon although if he did nothing how would he even know Oswald had been there in the first place. If Mr. Gordon did find out though, he couldn't look to him for any kind of favor or trust on Mr. Gordon's part in the future.

"You're welcome to join us," one of them said. "No offense but uh, you don't exactly look like the kind of guy that gets laid often." He and his friend laughed like he'd just said the funniest thing ever.

As the hitchhiker looked at her he saw her glare at the guy sitting in the seat in front of him. "Hey you smell like you crawled out of a cemetery too. Open a window back there."

She watched as the guy sprayed the man sitting next to her in the face with air freshener as he rolled down the window, "there you go."

Once again, as it had been accustom to doing over the years, her mouth opened of what seemed like its own accord. "Stop it!" she yelled as the man coughed and the others laughed.

"What did we tell you?" the guy said before reaching back and slapping her across the face.

The hitchhiker looked at her again seeing a red mark blooming on her cheek but what he saw in her eyes surprised him. Here was a young girl in her early twenties tied up by these two guys who were planning on doing he knew exactly what, although he didn't know exactly who or what for. He couldn't help but smirk as she was glaring daggers at the guy who'd just hit her. There wasn't an ounce of fear in her eyes or posture. She sat up straight, shoulders back, head high. She didn't even bother to rub her cheek. She probably didn't even realize what she was doing but something about her, about the rage behind her eyes kept his glued to her for another moment.

He looked ahead again easily going from the calculating young man that looked at her to the pleasant, almost unassuming gentleman. "Yes thank you. Forgive me I am somewhat disheveled. A temporary setback I assure you."

The guy that hit her passed him a beer.

"Thank you so much."

She watched as he took a swig, involuntarily licking her lips and suddenly realizing how thirsty she was.

"What the hell happened to you anyhow?"

'Oh like you care,' she thought.

"It was my own fault. Foolish arrogance led me astray. But I learned my lessons. I'll be back, stronger and smarter than ever." He glanced at her again as if by looking at her he could figure what to do with this new information that she was possibly related to Mr. Gordon.

"Good luck with that bro."

"Here I am riding around in a lovely truck sharing an ice cold beer with my new friends. My luck's already turned right?"

She didn't believe a word of it but she watched as they toasted their drinks.

"Dude anyone ever tell you that when you walk you look just like a penguin," the guy laughed not realizing in the slightest what she could now see on the young man's face.

Immediately she saw his smile fall, his face harden and his eyes go hard and cold. "No. Nobody's ever told me that."

Once again she spoke up. "That is not funny!"

The hitchhiker stared at her for what felt like the hundredth time. When the guy who had just insulted him turned around to face her, intent on hitting her again a blur met her vision as the guy next to her smashed his bottle against her side of the vehicle sending glass and beer shattering and spilling over her lap. She watched in silent horror as he jammed the broken end of the bottle in to the guy's neck and the driver started to scream.

AN: So I don't think that guy really deserved that bottle to the neck in the episode, I mean they were total douchebags, but, I mean hey it's Cobblepot you know? So now there is definitely a reason for him deserving that.