A Storm Rising

Chapter 12

Oswald

Walking alone at night became a habit recently. Nygma and I decided to lay low of being seen with each other after my run in with Ms. Kringle. I really hated to have to resort to such conditions, but we didn't want to jeopardize either of our positions before we made our big move.

While I was out soaking in the moonlight, that was more often hidden behind the dark clouds of Gotham, I would find a random homeless man that was of a similar build to Falcone and Maroni and bring them to the clinic so Nygma could start his human trials.

 Nygma

I, for once, wasn't okay with lowering our ping on people's radars about being seen with one another. I had suggested it but still wasn't pleased with it. I just didn't like Kringle's angle, I was going to figure her out on my own.

Whenever Oswald would bring a homeless patient in, I would drop by the clinic and continue in my work. After a few different patients, I knew she was ready. Plague had reached her potential, she was ready to be used.

I sat down my notebook removing my goggles as I looked to the dead bodies that laid just off to the side. It was complete.

I was so very proud of it, or at least the voice was.

Bravo bravo Ed, how does that feel? it asked me. Feels good doesn't it? You just single handedly put the power of God into a tiny vial. Not so much of a goody two shoes anymore are we?

"It's ready," I told Oswald.

"I didn't know that this day would come so soon, Ed." Oswald smiled at me."So what is the potency of it?"

"Obviously, the more you use the faster it reacts. So, the slower you want it to take, the less you use. I would say for a good 24 hours, use two drops. For 12 hours, use four and so forth." I explained to him looking to him from where I sat.

"Thank you, so much Edward Nygma! Our plan of attack begins in a week. Falcone is holding a big party as an act of goodwill. He has started to take notice of the fact that mob members are being killed off. I am invited of course, and no one would suspect that is was in the wine. If we use different ratios for different members of the great underworld they'll all die of seemingly natural causes. AND WE'LL TAKE GOTHAM FOR OURSELVES!!!" Oswald started laughing maniacally.

I smiled at his excitement, of course I wasn't interested in ruling Gotham but he could do the ruling, I could do the experimenting.

"You will of course want to take this on slowly," I gently reminded him. "If everyone gets sick but you, they will suspect something. I'd just slowly work your way through the ranks. I can only turn some facts around, point the police in another direction. I can't turn them blind to common sense."

"Yes, very true, Neg. Thank you for keeping me grounded. I just jumped the gun in my excitement..." Oswald paused,"So what are you going to be doing now, Neg, that you don't have Plague to work on?"

"I actually have another project I am anxious to start on," I responded at his question with a soft smile. "But other than that, I'm at your call. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it."

"Anything you can tell me about, Mr. Nygma?" Oswald winked at me,"Or is it a top secret mission?"he smiled.

I chuckled softly at that setting my pen down and adjusting my glasses. "Super top secret," I chuckled.

At least it was for now, I wanted to focus my attention on Kringle. I doubt it was merely a crush as Oswald had suggested. No, I had crushed for years on this woman and now she comes after me? This wasn't normal.