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Chapter 5

The next morning after getting out of bed she saw Oswald asleep on the sofa. He was covered with a blanket and his feet were hanging off the end. He was snoring softly and she was unable to keep from smiling, watching the rise and fall of his chest. He looked so innocent, not like the man that had killed one person and kidnapped two more. She wondered what caused him to turn into the kind of person that would kill someone simply for an insult that compared him to an animal. She realized that he piqued her interest. There's more to him and she was suddenly overcome with the determination to find out.

Instead of making breakfast she opted to read a book so she wouldn't wake him. An hour into Robert Louis Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Oswald spoke, pulling her out of the end of the story.

"That's an interesting read," he said, yawning.

She smiled, trying not to giggle at his hair which was currently sticking up in multiple directions. For a killer he could look pretty harmless at times which worked to his advantage and made him all the more dangerous. "Yes have you read it?"

He nodded. "It's one of my favorites."

"Really?"

He nodded again and she smiled. She was doing a lot of that lately, something she didn't fail to notice. Despite the fact that her instincts were screaming at her to run she didn't ignore the other part of her that was somehow drawn to him. It made her uncomfortable as she watched him.

"Well now that you're up I can make breakfast. Are eggs and bacon okay with you?" she asked as she stood up, finally looking away from him.

"Yes that's fine."

As she was making their breakfast she watched as he opened the closet door revealing a very much awake young man. He ripped the duct tape from the guy's mouth, the guy wincing.

"Who sent you after her?" Oswald pointed to Isabelle.

"Uh, uh, if I tell you will you let me go?" the guy asked looking back and forth between Oswald and Isabelle.

Oswald laughed. "Oh I think we can come to some sort of agreement." His lie was smooth and Isabelle almost believed it herself.

"Uh, it was a, a Falcone."

Isabelle watched Oswald carefully, getting that he knew the name from the change she saw on his face.

"What did he want? Where were you taking her?"

"We were taking her to meet someone higher up. Look man we're just bottom feeders okay? I don't know why just that she's the niece of some new cop in town. We were supposed to go with the guys after we met up. If we did as we were told we'd get a reward you know?" He got his explanation out fast, breathing heavily.

Isabelle stepped forward slowly, not wanting to get too close to him. "So were you really going to do those things to me?"

Oswald hit the guy after a second, the smack loud in the small trailer. "Answer her."

The guy shook his head. "No! No I swear! We were just saying that stuff to scare you! I swear! We were forbidden from doing anything like that! I swear!"

Oswald pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. "This is yours isn't it?"

The guy nodded.

Oswald looked to Isabelle as she scrambled the eggs in a bowl. "How much do you think his mommy dearest would pay for her precious son?" He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth.

"I have no idea," she said, pouring the eggs into the pan and adding some shredded cheddar cheese.

"Let's say ten thousand? But first we'll have to send her proof," Oswald explained.

Isabelle was finishing up breakfast, glancing at Oswald and the guy that had kidnapped her. Oswald held the phone in one hand as the guy repeated what he told him to into the camera.

"Good job! Excellent," Oswald beamed as he ended the recording and replaced the tape over the guy's mouth. He shut the closet door and pocketed the phone.

"Well I have worked up quite the appetite," he smiled at Isabelle as she set two plates of food down on the table.

"Did you send it?" she asked, sitting down.

"Yes. Now all we have to do is wait."

"So what will we do in the mean time?"

"Tell me more about yourself." The way he said it left no room for argument so she said the first thing that came to mind.

"Well I was on my way to Gotham. I just got my Veterinarian Technician degree. My uncle insisted I move in with him and his fiancé until I get a job and can afford my own place."

"So you like birds and are a vet tech? What else."

"Um, I prefer pets to people I suppose. I like to read and I love music, but I mean that's the majority of society you know? I'm not very interesting. What about you?"

He sat back, chewing thoughtfully before he spoke. "I agree with that, pets to people I mean. I've never actually had friends that weren't birds. I was bullied a lot." He let the last bit slip out and was suddenly uncomfortable with telling more about himself than he meant to. He was usually careful with his words but with Isabelle he let his guard down easily and he didn't like that at all.

"That's awful. I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

She bit her lip. "Is that why the penguin thing got to you so easily?"

He nodded.

"You shouldn't let it bother you so much. I mean who the hell cares what others say about you?"

"I'm glad it's so easy for you."

She sighed. "That's not what I meant. I mean if you let it bother you so much and you let it affect you you're just giving them power over you."

He leaned over the table getting in her face. "No one has power over me. Not anymore. It's going to be my time soon."

"Why do you take offense to every other thing I say? You're like a teenager." She regretted it the second she said it.

"Why am I even talking to you? I should just put you in the closet with him." He smirked at the fear that came to her eyes. "You shouldn't let me get to you so easily Miss Gordon. You're giving me power over you."