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Dio-The Man Who Would Be King

Chapter 6

It was afternoon and Oswald lay on the floor staring up at his collage while Isabelle lay on the couch on her stomach reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

"Oswald," she started, setting her book down and leaning over the couch to look him in the eyes.

"Yes?" he answered without looking at her.

"We can't stay here for long. If those guys were supposed to take me to Falcone and they haven't shown up someone will come looking."

He sat up and looked at her as she bit her lip in worry, something he noticed she did quite a bit. "Yes and if they do I'll take care of it." He reached out slowly as if he was going to touch her but then dropped his arm. "I like you Isabelle. You don't look at me like I'm below you, like I'm a loser. I've decided that I won't kill you and in fact I intend to keep you safe even when we get back to Gotham."

Isabelle was shocked and it showed. She cleared her throat. "Oswald I don't look at you in those ways because that's not who you are. You're not a loser. Anyone can look at you and see the intelligence behind those blue eyes. I understand. You are so much more than what people think."

Oswald watched her face carefully wondering if she was just trying to butter him up but he could see she was being honest. His emotions were going back and forth as he looked at her. No one had ever said such kind things to him, with the exception of his mother. He worried about how clearly she seemed to be able to see him but he shook it off as the phone rang.

Oswald jumped up, fumbling for it on the table in a mess of empty sardine cans. Isabelle sat up.

"Hello."

"Yes this is he."

"Well I'm looking at your son right now and it doesn't look good."

"Madame I assure you your son is not trying to trick you. No he will die a horrible death unless he," he was cut off.

"No, no, no really truly he isn't joking. I'm not joking. I will poke his eyeballs out and," he was cut off again as Isabelle pulled her legs up onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her knees and watched him as he paced back and forth. Suddenly she was reminded of just how dangerous he is when moments before she had been so comfortable being so close to him.

"How can you say that? You saw the video I sent I'm not lying," he chuckled and gestured his hands in disbelief. "Madame, Madame calm yourself. If ten thousand is too much I'm sure we can. Hello? Hello?"

She watched as he ended the call from his end and turned to look at the driver. "Well that's disappointing." He walked towards his hostage. "She didn't believe me. You must be quite the scamp," he chuckled again, smiling and landed a blow on the guys face. He proceeded to take out his frustrations with the failed negotiation on the guy, landing blow after blow on him.

Finally Isabelle stood up.

"Oswald," she moved closer. "Oswald that's enough!" She put a hand on his back as he straightened up and looked at her.

"Really? You're going to defend him?"

She took a step back at the menacing look he gave her. "You can't very well get money for a hostage if he's dead can you?" She noticed his bloody hand which was cut in several places from the heavy blows. "Look at your hand, come here." He didn't argue as she pulled him to the dinette and made him sit down. She grabbed a first aid kit from under the kitchen sink and sat down next to him, gingerly setting his hand in her lap. His breathing, which she thought was calming down, picked up again and she noticed he trembled a little.

She looked at him, worry in her eyes. "Are you okay Oswald?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine, just frustrated."

She cleaned the cuts carefully. "You shouldn't have tried to go down on the ransom."

"What? Ahh," he hissed as the alcohol met his cuts.

"Sorry," she said, lifting his hand up to blow on the cut. "Any pro isn't going to negotiate a ransom. Especially one as low as ten thousand. It makes you seem flighty, like you don't really mean business."

He jerked his hand from her in irritation but she grabbed it, setting it back down in her lap and moved on to the next cut, once again blowing on it after applying the alcohol.

"Oh I mean business. Someone must not have been the ideal child."

"Are any of us?" she joked.

"Oh my mother loves me very much."

Isabelle glanced up at him and cleared her throat. She finished up, wrapping his hand in gauze and taping it. "That should do it."

"Thank you Isabelle."

"No problem," she said, avoiding his gaze.

~O.o~

Later Oswald went into town to see if her car was still at the diner. She would need it to get back to Gotham. Isabelle fell asleep on the couch while he was gone and she stirred when she heard a noise. Opening her eyes she saw the driver leaning over her, sans duct tape.