Reputation (a Nygma Story)

This is why we can't have nice things

Because you break them
I had to take them away

We sneaked out of the hospital just in time. I heard a man was busted trying to break in with a gun, and was detected and restrain in my floor. I don't want to think too much about it. I tried to keep it away from Ed, I don't want him to worry about this any more than necessary.

When I got my memories back, all I wanted was to talk with Ed about everything that happened in my time at the hospital. Whoever has been hunting me, definetly had had help. I couldn't be sure if Ethan had something to do with it or not, until last night, when Riddler broke us in into Ethan's office. It broke my heart. I can't believe he has been involved in something that could hurt me in this way. We've been in rough// places in the past, but I never thought of him as someone who could deliberately harm me. He's the last person I could call family. 

I couldn't sleep. After I sneak Ed out of the house, with the dress to analyze, I came back to my room, waited for the party to be over and for Tara to come back. She looked fine, and we spared the details. She doesn't regret it, but she finds him despicable after I told her what we found. She was kind enough to stay with me tonight. I saw her fall sleep besides me, so calm, knowing that tomorrow she will be back to her life, to her classes, and can forget entirely about this. I envy her. I just want all of this to end. I want a life where I don't have to worry about the hunt. 

It's getting clearer. The night is fading, and daylight is coming from the window. I just hope Ed could get back to Gotham safetly, since he had to drive back without Tara. He is going to leave an envelope in Tara's mailbox. Now that she knows about us, she has agreed to keep being the link between us, and send me his mail as hers, so no one would suspect. 

She wakes up.

- hey.
- Hi.
- I think I could get used to the confy bed. Take out the brother and I'm in.
- We are on it.
- How are you feeling?
- I think I never really believed he would do something like that... to me. I mean, I know he is perfectly capable of being a monster with everyone else, but I always assume he had a limit. I'm the only family he has left. But that means nothing. Now I know.

She doesn't say anything. There are no words to confort a broken heart like mine. We get ready and get down to have breakfast, before I drive her back to Gotham.

We find Ethan in the kitchen, with a cup a coffee in one hand, and the newspaper on the other. He looks at Tara and gets close to her... meanwhile, I see what page of the paper is he reading. He is reading about Nygma. Aparently, he didn't show in the last of Penguin's moves.
Tara keeps being kind, and explains to my brother that she doesn't plan on moving to Metropolis. Not ever for him. I mean, we have Superman, but she doesn't sound impressed. I guess she expects more of a partner. Less psycho, at least. He is trying to convice her to stay at least one more night, but she is more clever, and rejects the offer, gracefully. We know that the man has trouble handeling rejection...
I only drink coffee and we are on our way. I drive, for the first time in a long time. Ethan gave me a kiss and told me to be carefull. Is in moments like this when I forget he might or might not be trying to kill me.

Tara and I talk all the way back to Gotham. When we arrive, I practically run to her mailbox. The letter is here. Ed is back at Penguin's and he's testing everything he can think of, to get any clue about why my brother took my ripped dress out of a distroyed car. The more I think about it, the more I think all this is highly suspicious. I don't want to get back to Metropolis, but if I stay, Ethan would be here in no-time. I don't want to involve Tara more than she already is. Sad, as I was a month ago, when I left the first time, I get into my car and start my driving back.

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One week without news. He hasn't been on the news or at Tara's. I'm so bored. I stoped with the dance company. I didn't want to be around Ben and his possitive vibe. I just want to be home, waiting for the mailman. I have my own dancing room in the house, where I pass most of my time, stretching, doing barre by the window. I rarely really dance. I'm too stressed for it.