"Do you remember?" Ririko asked Oswald.
Oswald held her hand against his cheek.
His lips trembled slightly. "I'm starting to remember..."
He had held an umbrella for Fish Mooney as they walked through an alley on a rainy night. He had dealt with people who disobeyed Carmine. He had buried his brutally murdered mother with his own hands, and avenged her...
He had stood at the pinnacle of power in Gotham, watching the entire city turn beneath his feet.
And there was her.
Ririko had suddenly appeared before him at the Iceberg Lounge.
Every time, she left without mercy, yet she always appeared when he needed her most, giving him the strength to pull himself together again.
"I remember you," he said with absolute certainty.
Ririko's lips curved slightly. She hadn't expected a beating to knock him back to his senses.
She withdrew her hand and said in a beguiling voice, "You have to give the people who did this to you a taste of their own medicine."
Oswald's fingers slowly curled into a tight fist.
The two quietly left the holding room. As they passed a corner, a black-robed man happened to turn out from the direction of the cellar.
She hypnotized him effortlessly, then helped Oswald drag the man into the holding room.
The man was dressed in Oswald's clothes, a wad of rags stuffed in his mouth. His hands and feet were bound tightly with his own belt, and he lay curled in a corner.
Ririko shut the holding room's iron door.
"There. Let this impostor fool them for a while."
Oswald followed close on Ririko's heels back to the cramped little room.
After being locked up for a day, Oswald was starving.
Ririko sat on the edge of the bed, her hands braced beside her, watching