The funeral for Elijah was held a few days later, and Oswald held Ellie close to him, despite the fact that she could walk herself, and went to follow the family after the service.
"Uh, I'm sorry, where are you following us?" Grace asked with a mean smile that made Ellie's face scrunch up in anger.
"I- I thought we were going home." Oswald stuttered with a look of panic.
"Well you were your father's son, not mine. He's gone now, you have no reason to be here anymore." She whispered with a feigned look of sadness.
"No- no I just got here, where am I supposed to go?" He gasped.
"It's not my problem is it?" Grace asked with a wicked smile.
"Please, let me stay. I'll do anything just don't kick me out."
Grace smirked and looked at her children. "Alright but you'll have to make yourself useful, your fathers death means we'll have to make staff and budget cuts." She turned around and strutted out the church, her children following while she whispered to them. Ellie couldn't hear what they were saying, and she glared at them as they left.
***
A week later Oswald stood over the counter peeling potatoes when Grace stepped into the kitchen.
"Remember, I want a roast, not your slut of a mother's cooking either. Get it right." Oswald made his best attempt to ignore her, then she chuckled, "I guess you're not unlike your father, going after useless woman and bringing an unwanted child into the lives of their family."
She turned to leave with a huge grin on her face and tripped with a small scream.
"Are you alright?" Oswald began to move towards her, but she shooed him away, her children running down the stairs.
"Don't touch me." She hissed at Oswald, who looked over at Ellie. She was standing behind the counter, watching Grace with a look of fury.
Grace stood up carefully. "I just sprained my ankle." She breathed, "I'll be fine." And with that she walked away into the dining room.
"What did you do to her?" Charles demanded.
"Nothing, she was just walking away and she tripped, I didn't do anything." Oswald struggled to explain.
"You better watch out." Sasha snarled, "we wouldn't want anything terrible to happen to the new help."
"We'll be in the library, I want you to deliver drinks there as soon as you can. That is be quick about it. You can do it now we'll give you a head start with that limp of yours." Charles laughed.
Oswald took a deep breath as they walked away, screaming with laughter.
He turned around to the counter where Ellie had been standing a second ago. He looked around and saw her moving things around on the island. "Did you mess with her?" He asked, picking her up as she reached for something on the counter.
She turned to him and nodded. "You can't do that. I know what she said was bad, but I don't want her getting ideas about you." She stuck her tongue out at him. "No don't do that."
"Ed." She replied simply. Oswald sighed. "Yes I know, but you can't do those things." She turned away from him and continued to try grabbing at something on the counter.
"What are you so interested in?" He asked, moving things around the counter until he found a small bottle.
"Bad." She pouted. Oswald looked at the bottle, it was small and used to be sealed with wax. It was half empty. The label read "Clostridium botulinum"
Poison. Oswald thought, remembering the night his father died. "They... they poisoned the wine. They intended for me to drink it. They... they killed him." He whispered.
"Grandpa." Ellie murmured. He nodded, and turned around, he saw Grace's dog standing in the doorway. "You thirsty boy?" Oswald asked, setting Ellie down and filling up his water bowl, dropping some of the poison in with the water. The dog lapped it up greedily and within moments had dropped dead.
***
Oswald smiled to himself as he brought Grace's dinner to her. He set it down and nodded to her.
"You kept me waiting." She said with a look of bored annoyance.
"Your children wanted drinks before dinner. I made a couple different sauces for the roast." Oswald informed her. She took a bite of the first one while Ellie watched from the doorway.
"It's alright I suppose." She began.
"Try the other one, it's more tender." Oswald smiled.
"They taste the same." She looked around. "Where are Charles and Sasha? Ring the dinner bell." She ordered.
"I don't believe they'll hear it." Oswald giggled. Grace looked over with shock. "What do you mean?" She gasped.
"You see," Oswald began "you said they tasted the same, but Sasha is definitely more tender."
Grace began to look more panicked, "where are my children? What did you do?" She started hyperventilating. Ellie walked up to Oswald and handed him the bottle of poison. "Ah, yes. Thank you Ellie."
He showed Grace the bottle. "This," Oswald grinned, "is the poison you used to kill my father. You did a poor job of disposing your evidence. I know what you did." He held out a knife, and Grace cowered down.
"You made me a servant that you could bend to your will and torture me, well not. Any. More." He stabbed her and Ellie listened as her screams turned into groans and eventually died down.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Oswald sighed, glancing over at Ellie. She shrugged, "it's ok."
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New Age of Villains - A Gotham Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Ed?" He asked. "Yes?" Ed stood up and rested his hand on the table. "What's in the bag?" Oswald inquired suspiciously. Ed took a breath, "don't yell, and I know what I did was stupid, just let me explain my thought process." He carefully picked the...
