Silent Whispers

That's a Nice Watch

A/n/: I debated whether or not to have Isabelle and Jerome do the deed. But I decided I really wanted to make the pop your cherry line and to have something to connect Jerome and Isabelle more.

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The cold winter air of Gotham mixed with the naturally cold air of Arkham caused the windows to frost, making it difficult for Isabelle to see the snow coating the streets outside.

As the season changed Isabelle went through routine "therapy" and she eventually started to forget. Her brain just seemed to block the painful and unwanted memories out. She forgot every painful memory Dr Colic repeatedly brought up. Her neglectful father, her unloving mother, the GRU, Jerome, everything.

The things she couldn't remember, like how she got here, her common sense filled in the blanks. She was in a prison, so she obviously did something bad. And she had random scars on random parts of her body, so it couldn't have been something as simple as stealing.

And in the back of her mind, if she reached deep enough, she somehow knew Russain. She'd often talk to herself in what seemed her first language. It just made more sense to her than English. The words came easier. She could make more complicated sentences.

With the time she had away from Colic and that damn song that was now tattooed in her brain, she searched her mind for the lost memories.

Peabody was fascinated with Colic's reports and asked to see the effects for herself.

Isabelle was already waiting for them as usual, chained to her uncomfortable chair. With Peabody standing in the corner of the room, Colic asked "Доброе утро, Изабель, как дела? (Good morning Isabelle, how are you?)" Colic had learned a little Russian, hoping to erase every memory back to her childhood. Her English had gotten quite bad without the memories of practice at the circus.

" Нормально, а Вы? (Fine and you?)" the girl responded as plainly as the expression on her face.

"у меня все в порядке, спасибо (I'm well thank you)"

Peabody cleared her throat to catch the other doctor's attention. She crossed her arms and signaled for her to get on with it with a wave of her hand.

Colic picked up the signal and nodded. "We recently got a new inmate, Oswald Cobblepot. We've put him in Jerome's old cell."

Isabelle noted the change to English and prepared to reply politely like Colic had been teaching her, but stopped and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at the unfamiliar name. "Jerome?"

Colic smiled at Peabody with pride, and Peabody smiled back and nodded in approval.

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This office was much nicer than Dr Colic's. It's desk was bigger, it had a telephone, there were shelves behind it holding all kinds of knick knacks, and it had windows.

Isabelle was sat in front of a bald man with red, circular glasses who Colic introduced as Dr Strange. The two women stood on either side of Isabelle's chair, Strange sat across from her at his desk.

"The research we have conducted on your brain will help many future patients. Thank you for your help, you're free to go."

They knew she's more dangerous than she arrived, with her training fresh in her mind. But with the experiments a success she was just a waste of space.

"I'm free?"

"Yes," Strange pulled a sheet of paper from a beige file with her name and picture on the corner. "This certificate, issued by the Gotham board of health and hygiene, states that Isabelle Cherenova has passed all mandated tests and by the laws of Gotham city is hereby declared sane." he drew out the word "sane" and handed her the certificate.