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

[007] Night Ambush

Justice Myth was the wrong person to piss off. She was waiting outside the club for the little freak, before deciding on heading inside instead. There were a few customers here and there, some with drinks, some with food, others just there just for the entertainment, so she couldn't kick the shit out of him right then and there, but she intended on doing it - the little fuck had kidnapped her! And he owned a club! Although it was a little strange that he'd let her go as promised...that didn't change her intentions. As soon as he walked out of the kitchens, presumably to greet someone, she saw that he seemed to be limping a bit - previously, she'd assumed he perhaps sprained his ankle carrying her back to the warehouse, now she wasn't sure - but it didn't change the fact she planned on knocking seven shades of shit out of him, recognizing him immediately. The only reason he was safe inside was that he had witnesses - so she walked up to him with a friendly attitude - all fake. "Mr, Cobblepot." She'd done some research - she now knew exactly who this man was, and intended on making him regret his very existence. "Miss Myth," Oswald smiled - Oh, how Justice wanted to hit him...instead, she simply forced another smile back.

She'd simply put her former reactions down to concussion - she certainly felt no sympathy for the man now...or so she was trying to tell herself, but she remembered the broken look in his eyes and the fact he'd just let her go - still, she followed him outside, intending on carrying out her plan of revenge - beat the crap out of the asshole and hand him into the GCPD. But she saw, this time her turn to be the one hiding in the shadows, using the dark to cover up her plan - almost ironic, all things considered - as soon as he walked out of the building, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his slight limp became much more pronounced...he seemed to be in a lot of pain. and was even using his umbrella as a kind of walking stick when he ran out of wall to lean on. She didn't plan on letting the punk get away with it completely, but she found it harder and harder to hate the man. "He kidnapped you! And blackmailed you! Under a case of mistaken identity when he was trying to kidnap someone else, you should drag his ass into the police station unconscious!" But she just...couldn't.

She stepped out of the shadows, grabbing his collar and slamming him against the wall - a part of her felt guilty for doing this, but her anger at least justified giving him a scare in her eyes. "What are you playing at, you little freak?!" She snapped directly in his face, still gripping his collar. His response was...somewhat pitiful, actually. "Miss Myth, I-I can explain." He stammered, which caused her to at least let go of his collar - but her gaze was still stone cold. "Five minutes. If I don't like what I hear, you get dragged into the station unconscious." She threatened - although she had no intention of doing so anymore, she wanted him to at least think she was going to - there was no way in hell Justice Myth was going to let anyone think she was a soft touch. Oswald wasted no time in explaining himself - he needed to get out of this position as quick as he could...he just hoped she hadn't noticed anything remiss back at the warehouse, or, and he felt guilty for wishing this, that she didn't remember it at all. "...I was in debt to Carmine Falcone. He would take any excuse to kill me, and I had to - well, you know what I did - and I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry for the inconvience." ...Strange. Oswald Cobblepot wasn't the type of man who ever apologized for anything. And she said, "So...that money was really to pay for the club?" She questioned, still angry...but she couldn't bring herself to hurt him.

"Yes. That was all I really wanted, I just wanted my mother to be proud of me, she's all I have and...well, you weren't wrong when you said all those things about me." What was he doing?! He never showed weakness to anyone! Especially not his previous victims! But he found himself drawn to this woman...he only hoped and prayed she never found out. Who knew what she would do to him if she did? He continued rambling for a while, which was also something he avoided doing. and he still didn't know what Justice planned on doing to him - so he was trying to do damage control, just to make sure she didn't carry out her threat - and, well, he was more or less telling the truth here. He hoped she didn't catch the looks he was giving her - he'd never felt anything like this for a woman before, and of course it had to be one he'd kidnapped. He nervously awaited her response.

"Fair enough....But technically, I own half of this club." Justices' glare was still filled with anger, but she couldn't lie anymore, she'd developed a soft spot for Oswald Cobblepot, of all people. She took a step back, looking him up and down - sizing him up. Her arms were crossed, and she looked as intimidating as she possibly could, but she finally unfolded them and held her hand out to him. "Partner." Oswald breathed another sigh of relief - he could work with this. Reluctantly, he took her hand and shook it. Her grip was almost painful, and it was hard to tell if she was doing it on purpose or as a force of habit, but the most important part was that she wasn't going to turn him in - and she didn't seem to have realized his secret. Once they'd shook on it, he relaxed slightly, giving a smile that almost seemed genuine, but it was hard to tell from him - he was very good at masking his emotions whenever the situation called for it. "Partner."