AN: Thank you guys so much for the reviews/follows/favorites! So, of course I like to stretch the episodes out and so I'm doing that with "Penguin's Umbrella." Also some conversations in this chapter will be taken directly from the show even though (Disclaimer: I do not own Gotham). Please review! Enjoy!

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Chapter 18

Jim called Harvey after he talked to Alfred and told him that Isabelle was fine and to go back to work. After the morphine worked its way into Isabelle's system she started to be a bit incoherent and quickly fell asleep. Jim kissed her on the forehead and settled in for the night after calling Barbara as well to let her know that he had found Isabelle and that she was alright, not wanting to worry her any more than she already was.

The following day at noon Isabelle was raised up in bed, eating a few bites of lunch which consisted of chicken soup and crackers.

"Hey, how long have you been up?" Jim asked her, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"About an hour."

"And how are we feeling?" he asked.

"Better. They still have me on a little morphine but they think I'll be able to go home this afternoon. I'll just be on bed rest for a while and I'll need to change my bandages daily."

"That's great Izzy," he beamed, happy to see some of her color returning.

"I'll be fine Uncle Jim, if you want to go back to work."

"Are you sure? If you're still in a lot of pain, if something happens…" he started as he stood up from the chair and stretched.

She cut him off. "I'll be okay. You can call me here and check up on me okay? I know you have stuff to handle at work, what with Oswald revealing himself. I know you have to protect yourself."

"No, I protect you and Barbara first," he stated sternly.

"Mooney's already sent her message with me; I think I'll be fine. Go to work. All you're going to do is sit here anyway." She didn't want him to sit around and wait on her all day even if she really did prefer for him to be here, ultimately though she wanted him to be safe.

He hesitated. "You're sure?"

"Yes. You can come get me after work if they let me go."

He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Alright. I'll see you later. Call me if you need anything or if you need me. Love you Izzy."

"Love you too Uncle Jim."

~O.o~

Montoya, Jim and Isabelle were sitting in the car, Isabelle in the back. After Jim was shot and woke up in the dissection lab at the university and insisted on leaving Montoya agreed to check Isabelle out of the hospital and meet them here.

Isabelle was waking up and could hear that Jim and Montoya were talking about Barbara. She jumped and then groaned in pain at her sudden movement when an older man and the man that had been introduced as Crispus Allen appeared in the window.

"Ah!" Crispus groaned at the hold the man had on him.

"Gordon is that you?!" the older man asked.

Jim let down the window. "It's all right Alfred. It's all right he's a friend. We couldn't risk a direct approach; there's people looking for me."

"Ah, right." He let go of Crispus. "Sorry about that, mate. Can't be too careful." He turned to Jim. "In a spot of bother, are we, sir?"

They were in the Wayne mansion now. Jim carried Isabelle to a chair and set her down gently before introducing Montoya and Allen and Isabelle.

"Pleased to meet you," Bruce said politely.

"Bruce, I promised I would find your parents' killer. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep that promise. It's a long story, but I'm kind of in a tight spot. I've upset some powerful people."

"Stop treating me like a child. Explain."

"Bruce you are a child you don't need to know…"

"You expect to die!" Bruce yelled. "I'd like to know why. Is it connected to my parents' murder?"

"Yes, it's all connected. Somehow. Bruce, I will do my best to work this out but if I don't, Montoya and Allen here will take over your parents' case. I've told them everything I know. You can trust them, one Hundred percent."

Allen spoke up, "One hundred percent."

"Bruce these are good detectives. If anyone can find the truth it's them."

"Thank you," Bruce said.

Alfred spoke up. "Sir what can we do to help you now?"

"Nothing. From here on in, I have to go it alone. I don't want anyone else caught up in this. I have to go."

"You can hardly walk," Alfred said.

"I'll be fine," Jim said, sticking his hand out for Bruce to shake.

Bruce looked at it and instead of shaking Jim's hand he flung his arms around Jim. Jim hugged him back and Isabelle smiled.

When Bruce let go Jim addressed Alfred. "Thank you for taking in Isabelle. Montoya will get her things from Barbara's apartment and bring them here when she can."

Alfred nodded, "Of course sir but it was really up to Master Bruce."

"She'll be in good hands here Mr. Gordon," Bruce said, looking at Isabelle.

"Thank you," Jim said.

"Isabelle," Jim said and turned to kneel down in front of her. "You are not to leave this mansion. Do what Alfred tells you until you're healed. If I make it through this okay we'll figure it out."

"And what if you die!?" she yelled. "Bruce just said it; you don't plan on..." she stopped, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I can't lose you. You're the only family I have. I need you."

A few tears slipped from Jim's eyes and he bowed his head for a few seconds before speaking. "I have to do what I have to Isabelle. I love you. Be safe, and stay away from Oswald Cobblepot. It's his fault you ended up in the hospital."

Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she pushed all thoughts of staying away from Oswald out of her mind. "I can't promise that," she admitted.

Jim took her face in his hands "Listen to me. This happened because you're with Oswald. I told you this would happen. He promised to protect you and he failed."

She sniffed and clutched his hands. "If I had left things alone, if I hadn't dated him behind your back…I shouldn't have lied to you." She wrapped her arms around him, ignoring the stabs of pain radiating through her and the others that were watching them.

"It's okay Izzy," he said into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her as well.

"I'm sorry we fought, I'm sorry I yelled at you," she said into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper too. I've only ever tried to protect you. Oswald isn't the only one who failed." He said, closing his eyes and enfolding her tighter.

"I know," she sobbed. "And you didn't fail. If anything you saved me. Who knows where I would be right now if you hadn't shown up when I was with my mom, thank you. I love you Uncle Jim."

"I love you too," he said, his voice breaking. He squeezed her tighter one more time before letting go of her and heading out of the mansion.