A Storm Rising

Chapter 2

Nygma  

Oswald's hand was cold to the touch, but it slowly warmed as we entered the room which would be our destination. I pressed my lips together seeing the body on the table then around the room.

All qualms gone, I boldly approached the table. I was now in my own element, nothing could tamper with that now. My eyes laid on the effects for a moment, a cop badge?

"What the hell, Oswald?" I asked looking back to him. The name on the badge caught my eye and I glanced to it again. Then I looked closely at the body on the table.

My heart jumped into my throat, I immediately noticed the blonde hair and the irresistible blue eyes of my comrade. Detective Gordon was laying on the table before me, his breathing labored.

I swallowed, this was extremely hard to look at, him just lying there helpless. I shook my head and walked around the table to his head looking for wounds. I was kicking into gear as I pulled on gloves slowly looking over the cop.

Oswald

“Neg, you now understand why it had to be you who came with me tonight? Jim is in a bad place right now. He kept digging to uproot all of Gotham’s corruption. When you start pulling on a small root, it can lead to a large tree that can eventually fall on you. Many want him dead. You are the only one I trust to help me save him. Please help me save him, Neg!”

I watched as the man I brought with me took in what I brought him here for. I could see that Gordon lying there on that table barely alive affected Nygma. Nygma just stood there motionless staring at Gordon. When Nygma did next move, he released all of the emotions he was feeling and grabbed Gordon holding Gordon’s head to his chest. Tears were brimming in Nygma’s eyes. Nygma turned his head away signalling that he wanted to he alone.

This sudden shutting me out annoyed me and I glared at him for a minute or two. I knew that we needed to start getting to work if we wanted to get done before dawn. “He’s not dead, Neg, but as more time passes the odds of it happening is more likely!”

I can’t even believe myself getting worked up over someone that will most likely become my enemy if we both continue our respective rises in Gotham. Right now, I need Gordon to help me achieve my rise, and with me by his side he will be kept safe as he continues his rise rooted in justice.

Nygma shot back up to his usual attentive self. He began babbling in a lot of medical terms I did not understand,”There is a light at the end of the tunnel here...Gordon did not suffer any head trauma throughout this ordeal. However, the reason that the is having trouble breathing is because he has several fractured ribs due to sustaining multiple blunt force traumas with an object that appears to be a baseball bat. I suspect that this bruising below the area is also the same pattern of edema with internal bleeding. Finally his abdomen area looks torn up by something sharp, possibly a knife.” He finally pause for a breath. Then he turned and looked at me asking, “How on earth this this happen, Oswald?”

“I don’t know all of the details fully myself, Neg. Jim called me out of the blue for my help. I thought it was a favor he needed for whatever case he was currently working on. However when I picked up, the phone, I could tell something was wrong. When I brought him back here, I laid him on this table here set up the clean room in preparation for bringing you here. When I was laying all of his effects on that table over there” I pointed toward the side table with my right thumb over my right shoulder,” I found a note in his shirt pocket with five words on it: Fish Mooney sends her regards”