Making wishes in the dark.
When Edward awoke there was no one, just him by himself and no evidence that Sphinx had even been there.
But she had.
He knew she had.
With a heavy sigh he got to his feet, got dressed and went to work, lord knows it was going to be a hard day today. Mist was still on the run and now he had Sphinx giving him comfort… ugh… what was the world coming to?
The GCPD was indeed bursting with movement, there was people everywhere like usual, though he didn't quite understand the full reason.
"What's going on?" he questioned suddenly as a person passed him.
The man turned sharply on him. "Didn't you hear? There's an assassin here, come to kill the Wayne kid or something like that. Gordon's in trouble."
Edward sighed inwardly. Why did Jim always have to get himself in trouble?
He wondered to the forensic department, it looked like no one wanted his help, so maybe he could get to work trying to find Mist?
It shouldn't be too hard should it?
He tried to call her, she never answered. He finally went round to her apartment, but she wasn't there. She called at her work, wasn't there either.
So where the hell was she?
"Ya' know… if you just wanted to talk, you didn't need to go to this much trouble, simple phone call would of serviced," Mist muttered as she pulled at the restraints that held her securely to the chair in the warehouse. "Where is my daughter?"
"Save. I would never harm children," came the stern reply from the darkness.
Mist smirked her sarcastic and playful smirk. "Well, well, well Whisper. There is something we agree on."
The boy stepped out of the shadows, the scar that ran down the right hand side of his face, over his eye, it looked like someone had taken a blade to it. Mist knew of course who had intact taken the blade to his face, she knew everything.
She also knew how the scar was a constant reminder for the boy of the one time he'd failed to do his duty and it haunted him even now.
"How's your father?" Mist asked suddenly, gaining a hard slap in return for her cockiness. "Okay," she paused before she spat the blood out of her mouth. "I guess I kinda deserved that. But you can't blame a girl for being inquisitive about your family.." she gave him a glare and gritted her teeth in anger. "Especially when said family has been trying to kill me for the past few years."
"Well," Whisper hissed as he glared at the woman before him. "There is something else we are akin to. My father has been trying to kill me for centuries as I have been trying to kill him."
"Wow," Mist whistled as she stared up at him, leaning back in the chair as her fingers moved and fiddled with the knots at the back. "Family dinners must be tough, tell me is all this fighting between you and your father to do with you forgetting his christmas present or something?"
"Do not mock me," he hissed back at her, his eyes shining with anger.
"Then tie better knots," she hissed back before she folded her hands across her chest and glared up at him. "I don't even know why you're after me, I left the League a long time ago."
"You can't leave the league, I tried," Whisper sighed and turned away. "I tried and I have continuously failed for over a hundred years."
"Looking good for your age."
"You know the properties of those pits," Whisper bit out. "You know what they can do."
"Yes, as do you," Mist looked up at him and tilted her head to the side. "Which begs the question… why haven't you killed your father yet? You know exactly what the pits can and cannot do."
"There is very little the pits cannot do," Whisper muttered before he sighed and paced in front of her. "I have tried to kill him.. I get so close and then…"
"He just bounces right back," Mist smirked. "You know, you've been at this for hundreds of years and you'll always be at it. There is no way for you to win, he will always come back.
"My father will die," Whisper hissed as he glared down at her, accusing eyes screaming at her like it was her fault. "And it will be by my hand and my blade, no one else's."
"And I can totally respect that," Mist smiled as she got to her feet. "Which is why I am now leaving this warehouse, taking my daughter back home and staying as far away from your family arguments as possible, thank you very much."
Whisper got her way and glared right at her. The way he was looking at her was like he was staring right into her soul and gudging her of all her past crimes.
"Get out of my way," she snarled.
"Do you really think you'll able to keep that nerd of yours safe from my father?" Whisper hissed as he study Sphinx's cool expression, not knowing how close her fingers were twitching for her sickles. "My father will come here in search of you and he will kill that man, he will slaughter the only man you have ever brought yourself to love and he'll make you watch as he does it. You know what he is and you know he will do it."
"Yes and now thanks to you the chance of that happening has only increased thank you so very much," Mist hissed sarcastically as she attempted to leave again only to be stopped by Whisper once more. "Whisper get out of my way or else I will kill you."
"You can't kill me," Whisper hissed as he stared at her. "Besides you of all people should know the trick isn't making me dead, it's keeping me dead. That's the real trick."
Mist gave him a tight smile and and shoved past him. "Duly noted, thank you for the tip."
As she wondered outside, there was Enigma sitting on the floor drawing of all things before she looked up at her mother and smiled. "Hello mommy."
"Hello sweety," Mist smiled and picked her up. "Come on, lets go home and then, Mummy's going to go and visit Daddy, understand?"
"Daddy?" Enigma questioned with a tilt of her head. "Who is my Daddy?"
Mist paused before she looked down at her. "I …. Enigma… You know the nice man at the GCPD and Mummy's friend?"
"Edward?" Enigma smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically. "I like him, he's nice to me."
"Yes.. well… he's he's.. your father," Mist whispered as she stared at Enigma's wide eyes.
"My… Daddy?"
"Yes sweetheart, Edward is your father," Mist held her head down in shame. "He… I don't know if he can be your father though, I don't think he's ready."
"But… he's so nice to me," Enigma whispered. "He's my daddy! Mummy, I want to see Daddy!"
"Later, later Enigma, for now… your mother and your father have to have a talk in private, about grown up stuff."
Enigma blinked before she nodded her head and rested it against her mothers shoulder smiling slightly. "I'm glad he's my Daddy, he's nice."
"Yes, yes he is nice."
Mist looked at the time on her watch and sighed. It was late, very late. But she supposed Edward would be at work, but would it be wise to come and see him?
She weighed it up in her head and decided yes, yes it would be a good idea to go and see him.
Once she was home, she put Enigma to bed, before she got in her car and drove to the GCPD.
Suddenly a text flashed on her phone and she frowned as it was an unknown number. Plus who the hell would be texting her at this time?
On opening the text a smile creeped up her face.
Copperhead.
Missed the contract. Hope you get somewhere with Whisper.
Mist giggled to herself.
Serves her right, going after children it was wrong on so many levels, Mist would of killed Copperhead herself if she didn't respect her enough.
She wondered into the GCPD, heading towards the main part of the building, getting odd looks and stern glares from the other police.
Ah.. obviously the whole GCPD knew of her little… trick.
As she entered the main room, she spotted Edward talking with Gordon and Bullock… Gordon was packing up his things from his desk.. what was going on?
Suddenly Edward gave Gordon a hug and then went quickly away and Mist took this as her chance to catch up with him.
"Edward, hey wait!" she called as she chased after him, grabbing his arm. "What's going?"
"Where have you been?" he asked her staring wide eyed and glancing around the room.
"Buisy, now come on spill, what's going on?"
"Detective Gordon.. he's been frown out in disgrace."
Mist blinked. "What?"
"The Wayne killings. There was a witness and he and Harvey Dent both got in trouble, but Gordon has to take the fall. He's being transported to work at Arkham."
"The nut house?" Mist spluttered before she shuddered slightly. Arkham gave her the chills. Maybe it was to do with it's terrible history.
"Where have you been?" Edward asked her again.
"I told you, I was busy."
"That's not an answer."
"Well it's the only one I'm giving you at the moment."
"Mist Terry?"
She turned and raised an eyebrow at the sigh of a stern looking FBI agent.
"Oh… sugar," Mist mumbled under her breath as she stared at him. "Heh… hi."
"You are under arrest for-."
"Hold it right there skippy," Mist butted in, placing a finger to his lips. "I know my rights and… well… I'm afraid I am too well connected with certain people for you to be able to arrest me, so save yourself the trouble, put you cuffs back in you pocket and get out of my way."
"You broke the law."
"And people brake the law everyday by jay-walking," Mist shrugged and moved him to the side. "I don't see you arresting them," she turned to Edward and smiled. "Goodbye Edward, see you soon."
"Mist Terry hold it right there!" The FBI agent screamed. "You prevented the course of justice."
"Actually… you prevented the course of justice and are still preventing the course of justice by getting in my way when we almost had Sphinx… also… it took you so long to get that request… she would of up town and left by the time you got here," Mist paused and casted a quick glance to Edward. "But she hasn't. It's as if," she smirked at him and winked. "It's as if someone's keeping her here… I guess she always did like a good didn't she Edward Nygma?"
The agent suddenly went wide eyed and span around to face Edward with a stern cold look that only FBI agents had ever mastered.
"Dear me," Mist shook her head in mock dismay. "What ever will you do."
She wondered out of the GCPD, leaving Edward to try and fumble his way out of this predicament. He was good at problem solving and he enjoyed it, so why not give him a problem to solve?
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and smirked as she typed in the number listing to it ring before the other person picked up.
"Hey Lilly, it's Mist… I was wondering…" Mist smirked and looked in the direction Gordon was going as he packed his things in his car and got ready to leave. "Could you get me a free pass into Arkham Asylum? I have a hunch things are about to get very interesting."
T.B.C:
Note: Not my best chapter I know, and I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update this :( Please forgive me! And to be honest writing this chapter was like pulling teeth, it was hard...
Any way, if you guys like this then please head over and read my other Gotham fic, which is also on here, called 'Foreshadowing the Future' all about our dear Jonny boy and the Scarecrow and whole lot of there rogues, including two of my other OCs and their origin :D So please, please, please! Take a look at that one and tell me what you guys think of it! :D
