AN: Okay so I re-read chapters 11 and 12 when I got home and edited them a teeny bit, nothing major but if you would like to read them again then by all means! Thank you for the follows and favorites and reviews! You guys are awesome! Also lots of Jim/Isabelle drama coming your way! Enjoy and please review!

Also to the guest from Chapter 10 were you able to view the chapter?

Playlist:

Bob Seger-Beautiful Loser

Nirvana-Come As You Are

People in Planes-Flesh and Blood

Chapter 13

Isabelle was getting ready for work when she heard a knock on the door. A man with greasy hair who wore a leather jacket stood there when she opened the door.

"Salvatore Maroni insists on your presence."

Before she could say anything he grabbed her.

She was sat down in a chair, a black bag over her head. When it was pulled off she recognized Maroni and her Uncle Jim but it was Oswald her eyes fixed on. His face was bloodied and bruised and his suit was disheveled. He looked defeated reminding her of when they first met. Most of all though he looked scared.

She was sitting to her Uncle's right and she wished she was sitting on his left, closer to Oswald. She was worried for her own safety, her heart had pounded the whole way there but she knew better than to fight the two men that had wedged her in-between them in the backseat of the car.

"Welcome. I'm Salvatore Maroni," he directed at Jim.

"I know who you are. Why is my niece here? What do you want?"

"Here's the thing," Maroni started but Oswald interrupted him.

"Jim, just tell him the truth."

Maroni glared at Oswald, silencing him.

"You wanna' drink, Jim? I'm having a Negroni. So good with seafood."

"Water," Jim answered.

"And you Miss Gordon?"

"Water," she answered.

"So our friend here told me a fascinating story. Never heard a story so good. It's hard to believe it's true."

"It is it's true," Oswald interrupted him.

Isabelle jumped when Maroni yelled, turning his anger to its source. "Shut up! Shut up!" He picked up a lobster claw. "One more word and I'll jam this down your throat."

'Oswald,' Isabelle thought, 'shut up!'

"I try to be civil Jim but I'm not the kind of man that likes to ask twice. So here's how it's gonna' go."

"Slow down Mr. Maroni. I don't know…"

"No! No. No. You let me finish. You'll have your turn to speak. Okay, then. I want you to tell me the same exact story that Penguin told me."

Isabelle shot a glare at Maroni for using that name.

"What story is that?" Jim asked.

"Oh you better know what story my friend because if you tell me the same story he told me then I could believe it's true. Then I'm happy. Same for you," he turned his attention to Isabelle. "I want to hear the story of how you two met. You see I've already heard it from him but I need to know that you are who you say you are. But if you two tell me different stories, oh, mama. Then someone's lying to me and I don't know which one then all three of youse will die, understand?"

"Yes I do," Jim said.

"Yes," Isabelle answered.

"Good," Maroni picked up his drink. "Tell me a story Jim."

"Someone murdered Thomas and Martha Wayne. My partner and I caught the case."

Oswald interrupted again "We didn't even know each other then…"

"What did I say! Go put him on the slicer."

Isabelle nearly leapt out of her seat as one of Maroni's men grabbed Oswald.

"No, no, no, no," Oswald begged.

Isabelle's throat tightened.

"If I don't like what I hear, slice his face prejute."

"Go on," Maroni motioned to Jim.

Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off Oswald.

"I was a pawn in a conspiracy between Falcone, the mayor and the GCPD to frame Mario Pepper for the Wayne murders, with the help of Fish Mooney, Mr. Cobblepot's employer at the time. Mr Cobblepot then told the whole story to the MCU. To prove that I wouldn't betray the conspiracy, Falcone ordered me to kill Cobblepot. I didn't do it. I let him live. And here we are."

Maroni nodded and turned to Isabelle. "Well Miss Gordon, it's your turn."

She looked to Jim, nervous about what she was about to say and thinking frantically of how much Oswald told Maroni.

"I was on my way here, to move in with my Uncle Jim, when I was kidnapped." She saw her Uncle's eyes widen but she continued. "The two guys that kidnapped me picked up Oswald from the side of the road. I had no idea who he was. But the driver, Oswald killed him. He then untied me and had me help him with the passenger. We found a trailer and stayed there for a few days. Oswald interrogated the other guy, the one we kidnapped, and he said that Falcone sent them to get me. He didn't say why." She took a deep breath.

"And?" Maroni prompted.

"And Oswald left to get my car, I was asleep. Falcone's guy got out and he assaulted me." Once again she noticed Jim's eyes go wide and anger come to his features. "He was on top of me, trying to...he would have raped me if I hadn't managed to get a knife and stab him with it, killing him. Oswald came back finding me in shock and the next day I dropped him off at the bus station and I went to my Uncle's."

"Falcone, Mooney, the MCU cops, none of them know he's alive?" Maroni asked.

"If they did I'd be dead already."

"It's delicious." Maroni started chuckling and stood up. "Frankie! Bring the Penguin back out here! The little punk is telling the truth. Thank you Jim. Thank you Isabelle. Good stories. Told well. A lot of guys in your situation they freak out."

Isabelle let out a breaths he had no idea she'd been holding, watching, full of relief as Frankie brought Oswald back out. She was also happy the Maroni was pleased with her and her uncle's explanations.

"There you are, you rat, you snitch, you gorgeous turncoat son of a bitch. Come here I love you," he said happily, placing a kiss on Oswald's cheek. "Mwah! Be happy, Frankie! We just got a brand new weapon against the Falcone's. It's Christmas!"

"Happy holidays can we go now?" Jim said sullenly.

"Oh yeah Jim, Isabelle you can go."

They both rose from their seats.

Maroni stopped Jim. "You know just so that we uh, understand each other. You know, keep all this hush-hush between us pals and I need you again I'll call you."

Isabelle watched as Jim turned to Oswald who mouthed a 'thank you' to him.

"You do that," Jim told Maroni. "Isabelle let's go."

"Okay," she complied knowing there was no way he would let her stay just to see if Oswald was okay. But before she followed Jim she pressed a quick kiss to Oswald's cheek, causing Maroni to smile. "I'll see you later," she said.

"No you won't," Jim dictated.

"Uncle Jim…"

"No." She could tell how hard he was trying to control his anger. "You've lied to me since the moment you stepped through my door. You've known who Oswald was this entire time. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Isabelle," Oswald muttered. "Just tell him the truth."

She turned back to Jim, trying to ignore the fact that Maroni and his men were watching.

"What else?" Jim demanded.

"I don't really work at a café. I'm a waitress at Fish Mooney's place."

Jim's face was now red, looking like he was about to explode.

"We will continue this discussion back home," he grumbled.

"What if Barbara's there? Are we going to argue about Oswald Cobblepot in front of her? Oh wait you've been keeping a lot from her haven't you?"

Jim was gritting his teeth and moved towards her grabbing her arm and almost carrying her out of Bamonte's.

She knew what she was in for when she got home. Jim had rarely ever lost his temper with her except for her rebellious stage and especially the time she stole his car and went for a joy ride with her friends. She was fifteen and she didn't see the outside world almost that entire summer. She was in for a blow up.