Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! - GOTHAM

[006] Ill Met By Moonlight

Oswald Cobblepot was lucky Justice Myth had a rule about killing. He had been monitoring Evelyn Hart for a while - as far as he knew, her boyfriend was a weak target, easy enough to take out or blackmail - the only problem was he worked in the GCPD - although he was only the forensic scientist. And she had a lot of money that she never spent, never mentioned, but she certainly seemed to live comfortably and not want anyone else to know how or why. He hid in the dark alleyway as he watched the woman stumble slightly over the clunky high-heeled boots she was wearing - [although well used to wearing them, heels THIS high with a skirt weren't much good for combat, she thought]. He smiled to himself, almost unable to believe his luck - as he sneaked up behind her with his umbrella, hooking her ankle with the handle - He wouldn't have been here if he wasn't particularly desperate, and he stayed close to the shadows - self conscious of his weak stature and permanent limp. She fell and cracked her head to the floor - a part of him felt guilty, but as far as he was concerned, he had no choice here.

Justice Myth wasn't used to being caught unawares. She felt awkward, shambling down the alleyway in a gold skirt and high heels...the heels, she was used to, but she couldn't possibly fight in this outfit, practically immobilized - she'd awkwardly asked to borrow her friend Evelyns' clothes - she was the only person she knew in this city, but she had to note that she seriously overused the skirt. she felt her ankle catch on something and her head hit the floor...it wasn't a fatal injury, but there was blood leaking from the side of her head - a wound which would have to be taken care of, although it was only a minor one - in case of infection, more than anything else...And he couldn't exactly take her to hospital after what he just did. She'd heard a vague shuffling behind the garbage cans, it was almost inaudible, but she'd thought it was some kind of animal or big bird...a mental image of big bird from Sesame Street entered her mind, but all that came out of her mouth during this time was what sounded like a mocking; "...Big bird!" Before she manically burst out laughing - slipping into unconsciousness..."She knows me...And she's calling me Big Bird." He thought, and was strangely hurt by the remark.

She woke up bound to a chair, feeling a bandage on the side of her head - and she was no longer bleeding. So her kidnapper had bandaged her wound. She noted the presence of someone standing behind her. Strangely, she thought she should probably feel more threatened than she did...that didn't stop her spitting out insults and verbal abuse to her captor. "So you trip up a defenceless, clearly struggling woman in a dark alleyway and kidnap her then daren't even show her your face?" She laughed - intentionally cruelly mocking this time - No one could shut Justices' mouth, it was both her biggest flaw...and her greatest weapon. "Cowardly freak." She spat on the floor with contempt - although noticing the fact she wasn't gagged or blindfolded...which she did find strange, but she didn't intend on giving whoever this was an inch. "I bet no one likes you. I bet every one you've ever met laughed in your face...before spitting in it. I bet you have no friends and live alone with your mother." She scoffed, unaware of how true every word she spoke was. "I bet you're a cowardly, despicable, disgusting, unfuckable little freak who'll be alone for the rest of your life." Oswald had been standing behind her because he hadn't wanted her to be able to identify him...now he was standing behind her because he didn't want her to see his reddening, watery eyes.

"...I didn't want to blindfold you, there's a cut on your head." He at least managed to compose himself, although normally he would have been a bit more snarky; he did manage one comment. "And I could show you my face, but if I did, I'd have to kill you." He was fully aware everything she'd said was true...and it broke him a little bit inside. What was simply Justice trying to put someone in their place - rather harshly, but given her position right now she justified it - had sparked a reaction no one had ever been able to cause in him before...The Penguin didn't cry, and certainly not when at risk of someone knowing he was crying. Why did he feel strangely connected to this woman in the first place? This was not part of the plan! Justice scoffed, still berating him. "Sure, or maybe you just daren't prove me right." She felt strangely bad for everything she was saying - and she didn't know why. No one had ever been able to take her out before - she certainly wouldn't be telling anyone this story, it was too embarrassing that she, Justice Myth, had been caught unawares in an alleyway wearing hated borrowed clothes...but she didn't intend on letting up.

"....I just want you to know, that as soon as I get the money, I let you go...in fact, I let you go either way. I wouldn't have taken you in the first place, but I'm in a rather desperate situation right now." Justice looked around the room in detail for the first time, noticing she was in an old abandoned warehouse with various items of old furniture...this was very remiss of her and she berated herself for it. She wasn't sure he was telling the truth, but then she noticed something that stood out - an old, beautiful gilt mirror - which showed the reflection of a dishevelled little man pacing up and down behind her, he seemed to be limping...She ran through the hundreds of possibilities in her mind and despite the craving for violence, she found the fact that every single way out of this chair involved hurting this guy very badly oddly offputting. ...Why did she even care?! This bastard had just kidnapped her! ...But there seemed to be a certain kind of honesty in his eyes and slight shake in his voice, that almost made her trust him, in a way...and she just couldn't bring herself to do it. "...Fine. Considering I'm not wearing a blindfold, what should we do, play I Spy?" She quipped sarcastically - and started the game herself. "I Spy with my little eye...something beginning with M." Immediately - they both looked to the old mirror - And Oswald Cobblepots' reflection.