A Storm Rising

Chapter 4

Nygma

A couple of weeks passed by since I stitched up Gordon in a dark abandoned warehouse overseen by Oswald Cobblepot. Work was going as normal as it could in Gotham and tonight was just the regular late call of a body being found in an alley. 

Detective Bullock was nowhere to be found, so James Gordon and myself were working it. The cops walked about trying to gather evidence as I crouched next to the body writing notes in my little notebook. 

Gordon stood over me with a large flashlight since the sun had already set. 

"What do you see Ed?" he asked after a while of silence. 

"It was a struggle," I responded glancing up to him. I looked back to the body, "defensive wounds on his hands. What is very intriguing is the bite marks on his neck."

"Animal?" suggested Gordon. 

I shook my head. "Definitely human bite marks. There's a gun holster with the gun holstered on the inside of his jacket. Whatever happened, happened fast so he wouldn't have been able to grab it. I believe he was killed from being strangled." 

Gordon nodded. "There's been a string of killings like this, this week." 

"Detective!" called one of the officers standing down the alley some. "There's a lot of blood down here, there's a trail. It's fresh."

"Got it" nodded Gordon. He walked towards the officer and I put my pen in my pocket getting to my feet and followed. 

"It leads this way." noted Jim. 

"There might be another victim." I suggested wanting to come as well. 

We both walked down the alley, Gordon's flashlight bouncing as we walked. We followed the blood down another alley. 

"This is more than one person's blood" I noted quietly. 

Gordon agreed.

"So have you been meddling in the business of Cobblepot?" asked Jim once we were completely alone. Though he still kept his voice low. 

"No." I responded. 

That was a lie, Oswald had come to see me a couple times since the warehouse. I had already been on another job with him. I don't know why I still did favors for him after him pretty much attacking me while Jim lay on the table dying. The rebel aspect of it excited me I guess.

Gordon nodded. "Good." he responded. 

Oswald 

It had been a couple of weeks since I had brought Nygma to the warehouse to save Jim. I heard next to nothing from Nygma aside from the occasional voice mail telling me Jim's out of office whereabouts during Jim's period of healing. I got so annoyed at the lack of communication. So much so that I had to find the smallest to call him out for jobs.

He would always leave as soon as the job was done and hardly spoke one word to me aside from "What are we doing tonight, Oswald?" 

During those evenings, I was tempted to make a move on him out of sheer frustration, but I didn't because I knew patience wins out against shear force.

I was tired of sitting in my club alone, so I picked up my favorite umbrella and walked out the door.

It was nearly midnight in Gotham. The moon was full and lit my path as I walked better than and streetlight. Not the best time to go for a stroll, but I wasn't an honest gentleman.