AN: Okay so I'm hoping this chapter will help to show Isabelle's naivety when it comes to everything going on in Gotham. Thank you for reading and reviewing and following! Please enjoy and review!

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Chapter 11

Isabelle was on the couch reading a book with the news on the TV in the background. She looked up from her book as a news story came on about a robbery at Bamonte's. She froze, Oswald forefront in her mind. The news reporter said the robbery happened an hour ago so she ran to her room and grabbed her new cell phone from her nightstand. She'd given Oswald her number after their date and he'd texted her that evening, probably unaware of the ridiculous three day rule, for which she had been glad.

She immediately called him, hoping he'd pick up. When he didn't she realized her heart was pounding. Already in jeans and a tee she pulled on her chucks and jacket and ran out the door. She took a cab to the restaurant. When she burst through the door she saw Oswald talking to someone, the conversation halting as they saw her.

"We're closed," a guy said, grabbing her to steer her back out.

"Wait! I saw what happened on the news. My boyfriend works here, please."

The guy Oswald was talking to waved them over. "I admire a girl who cares about her man. Who's your boyfriend?"

"He is," she said, pointing at Oswald whose face showed his happiness at seeing her there but also his fear. She threw her arms around him. "I was so worried," she said. "I saw the news and I just, I tried calling but you didn't answer."

"I'm okay," he said, his arms around her, pulling her close but keeping his eyes on Maroni.

Maroni was smiling as they let go. "This," he pointed to the two of them. "This warms my heart to see young love thrive in Gotham. I'm Salvatore Maroni Miss…?"

"Isabelle. Isabelle Gordon," she answered, shaking his hand and missing the almost-cringe on Oswald's face at Isabelle shaking hands with someone like Maroni. He didn't like her being so close to what he was involved in.

"Nice to meet you Isabelle. You'll be pleased to know Paolo here has just been promoted to restaurant manager seeing as the previous one is…" he gestured to the table.

She noticed the blood for the first time. "Oh god," she said, turning her face away and focusing on Maroni's instead.

"You've got a great guy here Miss Gordon, treat him right," Maroni said.

She nodded.

"I was just telling my guy here to give Paolo money for a suit. Maybe he could use a lady's help to pick one out," he suggested taking Isabelle's hand and kissing the top of it which made Oswald's hand twitch.

~O.o~

Isabelle and Oswald were sitting on a park bench. They just left a store that specialized in men's ware, Oswald's new suit in a shopping bag beside him.

"Wow so this is a really big deal," Isabelle said. "Salvatore Maroni."

"Yes it is." He'd just finished explaining to her Maroni's current role in Gotham. It's the real reason I chose to work there in the first place. I'm glad you came by actually. They know you're my girlfriend…"

Isabelle interrupted him. "So you're calling me your girlfriend now?" she teased, looking up at him through her dark lashes.

Oswald laughed nervously, realizing what he'd just said. "If...if you want to be that is. You did call me your boyfriend at Bamonte's."

She bit her lip, realizing he was right about what she had declared during her worry.

He looked doubtful at her silence and Isabelle moved closer to him to get rid of that doubt. "Oswald," she said, face close to his. "I would love to be your girlfriend."

The smile that she loved brightened his face and she pressed her lips to his. He wrapped an arm around her back and brought her against him. When they broke apart he pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. "Isabelle," he whispered into her skin.

He pulled back. "The way you looked when you came in there, I doubt they'll ever think I had anything to do with it, although now that they know about you you're also in danger."

"Oswald," Isabelle whispered. "You planned all that out," she stated.

He nodded and noting the worry in her eyes at his statement about her being in danger he grabbed a lock of her hair and twisted it around his finger, "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you," he promised before leaning in for another kiss.

She broke away after a moment, "Oswald, you had that guy killed."

"You've seen me kill before, you killed before too."

"I know," she said. "I've had a few nightmares about that," she said, moving away from him, suddenly feeling the need for her space. Oswald picked up on it.

"Isabelle," he said, reaching for her hand.

She jerked it back. "I'm sorry Oswald, it's just, I know you're dangerous. I know working for Mooney is dangerous and a part of me is screaming to stay away from you but then another part can't stay away. You're not a villain Oswald, you just know what you want and in a place like Gotham I understand you're going to have to do some things that I might not like."

"You might have to do the same."

"No. Falcone's lackey is it. That was self-defense. I didn't do it in cold blood." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed as she looked at him.

She knew he was dangerous but for her to still see him as a good guy was for all intents and purposes a good thing. He didn't want her to see him as the scheming, deadly, Oswald despite the fact that she had seen that side of him. Sure when he was around Maroni, Falcone or Mooney, he held a façade intact, necessary to getting what he wanted. But around Isabelle he didn't put one on, at least not entirely, and he wanted it to stay that way. It was important that she knew how dangerous he could be and she did but still she had no idea what she was really getting into.