Penguin's Majesty

12. On the outside

-meanwhile with Fish-

The club was empty besides Fish, and her men. She was sitting in her usual seat with a glass of whiskey in her hand. She was slowly finishing her second glass.

"I WANT HER FOUND!" She yelled slamming her glass on the table.

"But boss, we've searched the entire city, we raided the GCPD, we looked into our contacts in Arkham!" One of her men said.

"I don't care keep looking! Damn it! I want her found. I want Isabelle by my side!"

"Boss I'm afraid we're not going to find her." He shook his head.

Fish grabbed the gun that was on her table when the goon wasn't looking. She shot him right in the head.

"Anyone else?!" She said. When no one said anything she said, "Then FIND HER!"

Everyone ran out in all different directions.

"BUTCH!"

"Yes boss?"

"I want you to visit our friends at the GCPD again. I want the man who sentenced her to Arkham. I WANT HIS HEAD ON A PLATE!" She said throwing her glass at the nearest wall.

"Got it." Butch said walking out with a determined look on his face.

"PENGUIN! Where is that little man!"

"Yes miss Mooney?" Oswald limped to her side.

"Clean this mess up and get me another glass."

"Yes ma'am"

Once Oswald finished cleaning and giving Fish her glass, she dismissed him.

Oswald went home to his mother.

"Oswald mY precious boy, is that you?"

"Yes mother!"

"Oh my baby boy is home! Come sit down while I make us some tea!" She said getting up and hugging her son.

"Of course. Do you need any help mother?"

"Oh my boy, always thinking of others. I'm fine dear. Now go sit down you've had a long day of work, yes?"

"Unfortunately so." Oswald sighed rubbing his face in exhaustion.

"How dare they work my precious son so hard! I hope they're paying you well!"

"They are mother. It's honestly nothing I can't handle."

"I know my boy. You're so strong!" She said being him the tea and sandwiches.

-At the GCPD-

"Alright now I'm going to ask you one last time. Where is Isabelle?" Butch grabbed the cop by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall of the back alley they were in.

"I don't know man! I transferred her to Arkham! They told me to! I only did what they said!" The cop panicked

"Who is they?" Butch asked getting curiouser and curiouser.

"I can't tell you! They'll kill me!" He yelled.

"And I'll kill you if you don't!" Butch slammed him again.

"I can't... I won't!" The cop said

"Fine it's your funeral." Butch said dropping the man on the street. He pulled out his gun and took aim.

"Stop right there! Put your hands where I can see them!" Said Jim Gordon as Butch looked up.

"I think you can see me well enough Gordon."

"Drop the weapon!"

"Alright Alright. I'll drop it. Just put your gun away and I'll do the same."

"Not on your life."

"Fine I'll do it first." Butch said putting his gun back in his belt.

Jim slowly put his down. "You Alright? Doughtery?"

"I'm fine. You say anything about this to anyone and your a dead man Gordon."

"Whatever. Go write a report." Gordon said dismissively. "What are you up to Butch?"

"We just want to know where Isabelle is."

"Miss Pennington?"

"Yeah that's her."

"She's locked up in Arkham on the account of murder and assault."

"She didn't do it. We hired you to find out who did. Not blame the girl. Think about it Jim. The girl just lost her parents. Her entire staff was killed. The only people who ever treated her like she was loved. They died. Why would she kill them? She was at Mooney's for hours. She didn't have time to kill them. By the time I dropped her off. She was only there for at least fifteen minutes. It takes a good forty five minutes just to walk to Mooney's. She ran there. She got there at 1:25 in the morning. I dropped her off at 12:30!"

If what you're saying is true then she wouldn't have had enough time to kill them all and then run to Mooney's. There wasn't any blood on her clothes. And her finger prints weren't in the weapons. But there was substantial evidence that puts her there at the time of the crime. She was framed." Jim said finally understanding that Isabelle had been wrongfully imprisoned.

"Yeah she was. The question is who really did it?" Butch said patting him on the back as he made his way to his car.