Jim starred at the corkboard where pictures of Jerome, crime scenes, and blueprints were pinned to it. He had his hands on his hips as he studied the evidence in front of him. Jerome had taken the Wayne Industries blueprints when he had broken into the downtown offices, he had also used these blueprints to find and kidnap his brother, there had to be some other connection that could lead Jim back to his daughter.

For the past few weeks Jim had thrown himself into his work. The longer Jerome held Rory the more obsessive he had become. He knew that Harvey was paying too much attention to him, that there were certain limits that had been put in place around him, which he was not supposed to see, and he was grateful that despite his slow descent into obsession, his partner was keeping him firmly tied to his sanity. He had connected the dots when he arrived back at the police station after Jerome's kidnapping. The priest they had found at the church, with the words 'TO CHAOS' painted onto the cracked walls behind him, had been her wedding. Gordan's heart had broken at the thought of it, at the thought of what she was having to endure. It was that sorrow which kept him driven and it was what had lead him to try and piece together Jerome's plan.

Gordan's train of thought was broken when Harvey tapped him on his shoulder. He gave him a quick smile and handed him a cup of coffee. Jim mumbled thanks and turned back to look at the board.

"Do you want me to make it Irish?" Harvey quipped as he fell into his desk chair.

Jim continued to stare at the board, his brows knitted in a quizzical frown. He barely even understood what his friend had said to him. Harvey let out a slow sigh and twisted in his seat, "C'mon Jim, you've been staring at that board for days now, it's not just going to magically start talkin' to ya."

Jim remained focused, taking a sip from the steaming mug, not paying his partners concerns any mind.

"I just don't understand how she fits into all of this?" he finally said, his words sounding as exasperating and as lost as he felt. Jim turned to look at Harvey and pointed to the map.

"I mean why marry her, why drag her through this with him? What point is he trying to make with it?" the detective finally moved away from his spot, placing his coffee on his desk and taking a seat opposite his partner.

Harvey shrugged, "Jerome is insane, who knows why he is doing any of this- you said Rory has a condition, something which makes her desirable to him? Maybe the psycho is just keeping her around because of that- like Tetch did with his sister?"

Jim shook his head.

"If it were that simple, he wouldn't have brought her along to kidnap Jeremiah. Why bring along his trophy if he could so easily lose her? And why take the blueprints, what does Bruce Wayne have to do with wanting Rory?" Jim took another sip from his cup.

"Maybe it's separate, you know, Wayne enterprises is a multi-million dollar company, maybe Jerome wants money?" Harvey proposed, leaning back into his chair.

Jim wasn't satisfied with his answer and stood up again from his desk to look at the board. His hands slipping into his pockets. There had to be a reason, there had to be something that could lead Gordan back to her. The detective raked through the evidence in his mind again, retracing his steps, as he had done a hundred times before.

"Jerome stole the blueprints of all major skyscrapers which are owned by Wayne enterprises, as well as the blueprints to Bruce Wayne's mansion and Jeremiah's home, it can't be about money or else he would have just robbed a bank." Jim theorised pointing to the replica blueprints the Wayne company had provided the police with.

Harvey hummed in response, looking at the board with a deep frown of the lip of his coffee cup. Before he could say anything, a uniformed officer approached him and muttered something to him.

"Jim," Harvey said his eyes widening as he stood up to look into the pit, his tone urgent.

"What?" Gordan followed his partners gaze and walked to the banisters that overlooked the station, scanning the bustling police station for any sign of Rory.

"We've got a visitor." Jim's heart sank as he realised who Harvey was pointing to, his eyes landed on the small, and slightly slanted, silhouette of the infamous Penguin.

#

They guided the small villain into an interrogation room and sat with feigned disinterest. Oswald Cobblepot looked as terrified as he usually did as he settled into the cool metal chair that had been offered to him. His silver topped cane rested just over the lip of the metal interrogation table which separated from him and the detectives. Jim realised as he took in the sight of the ex-mayor of Gotham, that he had never seen Cobblepot without the harsh glow of a sickly sheen of sweat.

"So what's all this about, Penguin?" Harvey spat, as he watched the nervous man twiddle his hands. Oswald narrowed his gaze at Harvey when he heard the nickname and scoffed.

"I- I have some very lucrative information for you gentlemen, but I will only tell you if you ensure my safety when it all goes down." Cobblepot sneered, twitching as he leaned across the table with a small sly smile.

"What are we, your personal bodyguards?" Jim snapped back, rolling his eyes at the statement and glancing at his partner.

"I need your assurance detectives!" Cobblepot exclaimed, his outburst causing him to shudder as he hit the table.

"Hey hey!" Harvey uttered, leaning forward out of his seat, moving his hands up and down to mimic lowering something. "There is no need to be frantic Oswald, just tell us what you know."

Penguin glanced between the two nervously. Jim could see the tiny cogs of the delinquent's mind turn as he calculated his next move. He couldn't stop himself from sneering at Cobblepot. Before he spoke, Oswald leaned back into his chair and shimmied in a way which reminded Jim of a pigeon ruffling up its feathers.

"I have it on good authority that Jerome Valeska is going to try and blow up the city." Penguin spoke in a hushed tone, as if the red-headed madman were standing behind him. Harvey and Jim looked at each other with deep frowns.

"How do you know this?" Jim asked, clasping his hands together as he leaned on the table.

"He told me." Penguin whispered, this time lacing his words with a creepy small smile. Both of the detectives didn't say anything as they waited for their informant to continue speaking. Oswald's beady eyes darted between the two, the silence that was now growing seemed to make him twitch even more than usual.

"You do realise how dangerous it is for me to be here, right?" he spoke in an attempt to try and gain control over the situation, he leaned forward his eyes wide, "they could kill me for talking to you."

Harvey scoffed, "If I had a dollar for every time, I heard that line."

Penguin gave him a cold glare in response.

"Why are you telling us this, Oswald?" Jim asked.

"I told you; I want protection. Jerome, he- he's out of control, I don't want any part of what he has planned, and if I help you stop him, you can keep me safe from this." He spoke frantically, like he had been rehearsing a pitch.

"What does he have planned?" Jim retorted, ignoring Cobblepot's request.

"Will you keep me protected-"

Jim slammed his fist against the table, interrupting Penguin and causing the small fiend to jump.

"Right now, Penguin, I don't give a damn about you or your protection! You tell us what you know without this bullshit, or so help me, God, I will find another way to get it out of you. You have information on Jerome, you tell us, lives are at risk! You hear me?"

Harvey had stood and placed his hand on Jim's chest as he tried to calm his partner down. Jim simply shook it off and stood leaning over the table, his face close to Cobblepot as he waited for his response. Oswald looked at him with shock, the same small wheels turning in his expression as he processed the detective's threat.

"Jerome raided Wayne Industries to create this poison, h-he plans to release it on the first day of the Gotham City music festival- they're going to use a blimp to disperse the gas." The information tumbled out of Cobblepot like pebbles.

"How do you know this?" Jim demanded.

"I was there! Jerome told me himself. Him, Crane and Tetch! They're going to take the city over." Penguin continued to explain.

"This gas, the poison what does it do?" Harvey inquired.

Cobblepot turned to meet Jim's partners eyes, "they said that it would drive the city mad."

The two detectives looked at each other with concerned looks. Harvey blinked and stood, muttering as he ran for the door, "that's why they wanted Alice!"

"And Rory." Jim added before following his partner out of the interview room.