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Chapter 9

"Well Miss Gordon, I'm in need of someone to serve drinks. Tell me," the woman said, leaning forward. "Are you related to a James Gordon?"

Isabelle had been expecting this question. "Yes ma'am. He's my uncle."

Miss. Mooney's ridiculously white teeth showed like a predator's as she smiled. "Well now I'll be honest I usually hire young men for this job but I like you and this place could use an adorable thing like yourself. The men will pay some good tips to a sweetheart like you. Congrats Miss Gordon you've got the job."

"Thank you so much Miss Mooney," Isabelle smiled, genuinely pleased.

"Of course dear." She snapped her fingers and a man came over to their table immediately.

"Yes Miss. Mooney?"

"I need Miss Gordon fitted for a uniform immediately. Have my tailor brought in would you? She needs a skirt and it needs to be short, but not too short," She warned him with the wave of a finger. "She's much too innocent for that but the shirt and blazer need to be fitted, very. Oh and heels, definitely heels. Patent black should do, four inches. It needs to be on her doorstep tomorrow morning."

He nodded towards Mooney and motioned for Isabelle to follow him.

~O.o~

That night Isabelle was on her way to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She got there just before Barbara and when she opened it she was quick on her feet hiding her shock and ignoring the knowing smile Oswald wore. What was he doing here? Did he not tell her to not mention him?

Barbara spoke up as Isabelle moved to the side. "Jim it's for you."

"Hello Jim, old friend."

Isabelle watched as her uncle got up, his eyes betraying the shock he was trying to hide.

"You must be Barbara."

"Yes, come in," Barbara said as Isabelle moved back a little more, carefully watching Oswald and her uncle's face.

"James hi," Oswald said before giving his hand to Barbara to shake. "I'm Peter. Peter…Humboldt. Lovely to meet you at last you're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"Shush," she laughed, flattered.

Isabelle couldn't help the smirk that came to her face, Oswald was smooth, at least for him he was. He turned to her.

"Oh and who is this beautiful young lady?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"I'm his niece, Isabelle. It's nice to meet you Peter." She had to hand it to him. He was impeccable in his suit. He looked much better than the Oswald she'd dropped off at the bus station. The air about him was different too somehow, as if he almost commanded the room despite his small frame and unassuming smile.

"Yes nice to meet you, Peter. I never get to meet any of Jim's friends 'cause he never tells me anything," Barbara said smiling.

"Mm men," Oswald said.

"Don't I know. Would you like a drink?"

Oswald was accepting the offer when Jim finally spoke up. "No uh he's a work friend it's a work thing."

"I'm just recently back in Gotham and I had an idea to pop by out of the blue but now is clearly not a good time."

"I'll walk you out."

After they left Isabelle spoke, "Barbara I need to get something from my car, that's what I was heading to," she lied.

"Okay, hurry back."

Isabelle tailed her uncle and Oswald out back and hid, listening and watching. She watched Oswald run off and as he was just about to pass her she reached out and grabbed his shoulder, startling him. He wobbled a little, losing his balance but managed to grab her shoulders and shove her up against the wall on the right side of the alley. He let go when he realized it was her.

"Oswald!" she flung her arms around him causing him to lose his balance again.

He lightly wrapped his arms around her for a second, resting his hands on her back. He was surprised be her enthusiasm at seeing him again. It was a response he was not at all used to, but he liked it and decided he could get used to it.

"What were you thinking? You told me not to mention you. What was that about he wished he'd killed you?" Isabelle asked.

"He was supposed to but only pretended to. That's why I was walking down that road that day."

She took a step back, pulling her arms from around him. "So you knew who I was all along? That's how you know my uncle. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know if I could trust you," he lied smoothly, still conflicted about how much he should tell her.

She moved closer to him again. "You can trust me Oswald," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his dark bangs. "What have you been up to?"

"I got a job."

"That's great I did too! Where?"

"Bamonte's. You?"

"I ate there with Barbara the other day."

"I know. I saw you. You were quite the distraction from my work if I may say so. Where are you working?"

She bit her lip and looked away before she spoke, "I kind of work for Fish Mooney starting tomorrow."

"What!?" He gently placed his fingers on her chin and turned her face so she would look at him. "Isabelle what are you doing? Mooney doesn't just fire people you know. You can't mess up."

"I'm just..."

"It doesn't matter. Don't get close to her. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking you said she works under Falcone and Falcone wants me right plus you said Mooney wants to take Falcone out. So I'm going to find out why exactly he wants me and maybe I can help you too. Mooney knows exactly who I am and I doubt she'll hand me over to Falcone. It would be to her benefit to use me as a pawn against him right?"

Oswald was furious. He was still confused about his feelings for her as well. On the one hand he was angry she was doing something so dangerous, getting involved in a world she had no idea about, but on the other if she could help him along the way why should he stop her? "You don't know what you're getting into," he warned. "You shouldn't be anyone's pawn. You shouldn't have anything to do with any of this."

"I'll be okay and it's too late now anyway. I'm in it. Look I have to get back. I told Barbara I was getting something from my car." After a moment of hesitation she kissed him. This time was a bit different as he kissed her back, timidly moving his lips against hers, unsure of his movements. She could tell he was nervous and she pulled back.

"I'm glad I decided to pay your uncle a visit," he admitted while smiling down at her. She was a few inches shorter than him even with his messed up leg and that knowledge gave him a bit of a confidence boost.

"I'll see you soon?" she asked, hope in her eyes.

He smiled. "I'll be sure of it. Goodnight Isabelle."

"Goodnight Oswald."