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Chapter 15

Isabelle woke during the night, panicking. She'd been dreaming about the night Oswald found her in shock in the trailer, the scene replaying in her mind, unable to get away from it. There were arms fighting with hers in the dark and she started to scream.

"Isabelle, it's me," Oswald's familiar voice broke through the nightmare as he woke her from her nightmare. He'd been sound asleep when he woke up from hearing a strange, soft cry in his ear.

Isabelle's eyes took in the familiar lean form that hovered over, the moonlight shining in through the window and reflecting from Oswald's worried eyes. She placed her arms on his and he let out a breath. He lay down on his side and pulled her against him. It was getting easier and easier for him to be comfortable around her, not worrying about the fact that he had no experience in relationships whatsoever.

He felt her breath on his collarbone when he spoke, "Isabelle, are you alright?"

She nodded, her hair tickling his neck as she did.

"How often do you experience these nightmares?"

"Almost every night, but I think it's starting to happen less and less. I didn't dream have one the night we had our date," she whispered, moving her arm and running her fingers through his hair when it fell over his eyes. "I'm surprised you're still here."

"You thought I would leave after you fell asleep?"

She shrugged.

"I'm going to see my mother tomorrow. I haven't seen her since I arrived back in the city," he told her.

"Oh you didn't tell me your mother lived in the city," she said, moving his arm from around her waist and sitting up.

He sat up as well and faced her. "I didn't feel it was of any importance and it never came up before."

She nodded before placing her head against his shoulder. "Oswald thank you for waking me up."

He took one of her hands from her lap and brought it up to his lips then he held it in his lap and stared hard at it. "I'm going to be someone in this city Isabelle, and I'm bringing you with me." He was intelligent, he was intuitive, he was playing chess in the city of Gotham and so far he was winning, even though only he knew it at the moment.

He closed his eyes and pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers, as if he'd done it a thousand times before. Oswald still couldn't believe how Isabelle made him feel, how easy it was to be around her. He still got nervous and was often unsure of what to do but spending the night with her put him at ease, almost all thoughts of what he was trying to accomplish for himself in Gotham moved to the back of his mind as he focused his attention on her. He couldn't get enough. Pressing his nose into the crook of her neck and breathing in the faint trace of her perfume he sighed.

Isabelle laughed and pushed him away. "That tickles," she told him before climbing onto his lap. She looked at the clock on her night stand, the red numbers showed her that it was around four in the morning. Isabelle pressed her lips against his, parting her lips. When he did the same she slipped her tongue into his mouth, causing him to groan as she went to wrap her arms around his neck and Oswald tried to pull her down to the mattress with him but instead fell back on the mattress. Their foreheads smacked together as Isabelle tried to catch herself and they laughed, rubbing their foreheads.

"Maybe we should go back to sleep," Isabelle suggested, still laughing.

Oswald, whose face was red with embarrassment, nodded.

~O.o~

When Isabelle woke again later in the morning Oswald was gone and there wasn't a trace of him in her room except for his smell. He smelled like nervous sweat and expensive icy cologne that had burned her nostrils slightly at first but after spending the night with him she couldn't get enough of the smell, burying her nose in the pillow Oswald had slept on. She scrunched up her nose when she felt something hard under the pillow. Reaching a hand underneath it her fingers felt something cold. She grabbed it and pulled her hand out from under the pillow. She sat up examining the small, silver box, a light blue bow tied perfectly on the top. She tugged on the bow, pulling it undone and letting it fall on her lap. Carefully lifting the lid she couldn't help but let out a small gasp. A small light blue, heart-shaped crystal that was the same size as the dove charm on her bracelet sparkled in the morning light. She took it out of the box and held it in her palm. The blue of the crystal was exactly the same blue as Oswald's eyes. It had a small clasp and she clipped it onto her bracelet on the opposite end to the dove charm. She held up her arm and moved her wrist. It was perfect and she was immensely moved by the gesture. Oswald knew how much the bracelet meant to her and sought to only add to it.

~O.o~

Two days later Isabelle was headed to the library before work when Oswald sidled up to her, taking her arm in his. "I take it you like your present?" he asked, eyeing the blue crystal heart that peeked out from her jacket sleeve.

"I love it! Thank you. I wanted to thank you sooner but I haven't seen you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if you would wear it."

She took his hand, pulling him into an alley with her. "I'll never take it off," she said before kissing him.

When they broke apart she asked, "Oswald, what are you doing anyway?" she asked.

"I would like you to accompany me to the police station.

"What? Why?"

"I believe it's time to reemerge from the shadows," he smiled down at her, the dark round sunglasses he wore hiding his eyes.

"Oswald are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely!"

As they walked into the station Oswald pocketed his sunglasses and she could hear Detective Bullock "Yeah you got a problem you got a real problem with…"

Bullock spotted Oswald Cobblepot, the very man he'd only seconds ago believed to be dead. Isabelle held onto Oswald's arm nervously as everyone turned to look at them, well more like at Oswald.

"Holy crap," Bullock said.

"Hello!" Oswald started, chuckling. "I am Oswald Cobblepot."

Isabelle took in the shocked and confused expressions of those in the station but zoned in on Bullock as he looked at her uncle.

"You son of a bitch," Bullock said.

"Harvey…"

"You son of a bitch!"

Isabelle moved forward wanting to get in between her uncle and the detective.

"Perhaps it's best if you don't," Oswald smiled, enjoying the commotion his return was causing. He could see the worry on Isabelle's face but held her back. He didn't want her to get hurt if punches were thrown around.