Gordon reared back, his face devoid of any emotion, his shoulder sinking as his mind struggled to understand, he was here, here in the future? He was drawing a blank, fingers shaking as they gripped the table before him, Nygma remained silent, his awkward demeanor stripped at this moment, leaving him almost human, as he gazed at the broken detective.

"I...I know it`s a lot to take in, heck my mind`s still reeling over it, but Jim it`s true, whatever happened, whatever you've been through sent you here, for what reason I am unsure...but trust me when I say this I`m here for y-" he broke off as the doors burst open, heads snapping to the side to gaze at the new comers, the potbellied mobster stalked through the crowd, his ever present gaunt sending dread down Gordon`s spine.

"Cobblepot..." Gordon threw down his chair, hand reflexively flying to his waist, only to grasp air, he stepped to the side, drew back his shoulders and braced himself for the onslaught, last time they met, or rather the last time he recalled, it didn't end on the best terms. He closed his eyes, and just prayed that the outcome wouldn't be to devastating.

But, instead of a fist, a kick, a slap or a bullet wound, he was met with a fierce and brutal hug, his ribs crushed against suddenly thick and strong arms, his head pushed against another, his feet dangling inches from the ground.

"Jim...How good it is to see you!" Cobblepot pulled back, his sadistic grin slowly breaking out, "you actually came...not that it was of your own accord...but how happy this makes me. "Ogilvy, get us a table will you? Jim and I have much to discussion," a thug, now deemed Ogilvy, stalked over to an occupied table, and swept a beefy hand over the table, sliding all plastic utilize to the floor. The occupants scattered, their feet thundering against the tiles as they rushed to escape the glare,

Gordon was pushed into a chair, his back slamming against the wood. He grimaced his injuries catching up to him, he shuddered before peeling open his eyes to gaze at the eager man before him. "Cobblepot" he drawled, placing his hand below his neck, attempting to ease the ache there. "You`re looking...health" he settled on the word, as he gazed about the more broader figure.

"Ah yes, that's what years of good business gets you" Cobblepot sat down, his distinct features pulling back in glee, his eyes trailing over Gordon`s figure. "My how long it's been since I've saw this body, since I've seen you haggard, you hardly ever leave the office now, such as shame as well, I remember how graceful you fought out on the streets, you gun forever gripped by your side. Oh but of course, that hasn`t changed for you now had it?" Gordon let out a huff, his shoulders dropping as he slowly began to relax, sensing no malice intent.

"I guess not, but Cobblepot, how, what happened to you? Where`s fish?" A large hand slammed on the table, the wood shattering on impact, the wood splitting down the sides, the guards surrounding the room inches closer, hands hovering over their guns. "Now, now gentleman, Ogilvy here isn`t going to attack the poor detective" he placed his hand over the clenched fist nails digging into the rough skin, "now are you?" the thug let out an angered grunt, but slowly retracted his hands, eyes burning into Gordon`s skull, "Now Jim, we don`t ah use that name around here, it's in far too poor taste, do forgive poor Ogilvy here, he hasn`t the best memory of her." he glanced at the detective, and, noticing his quickly rising chest, let out a bark of laughter. "Oh it`s been far too long since I`ve seen you this skittish" Gordon let out a sharp, shaky laugh before he slowly released his grip on the table before him. His knuckles white with the strain.

"I gathered that," he glanced around the room, taking in each prisoner, their features drawn in disgusted sneers, as they gazed at the two, their eyes trailing over Gordon`s figure, hunger blazing in their gazes. He slowly snapped his attention back to Cobblepot, noticing the sudden silence that stretched over them. "Why am I here?" he dared asked, hoping and praying that this delusion version of Cobblepot still held some respect for him. Luckily the question didn`t seem to cause offence, Cobblepot simply crossed over his arms and adopted a resigned expression, as if expect the answer from the start.

"My it took you long enough didn`t it? But as much as I`d like to help you; you know how much I care for you Jim; I`m afraid I`m as bemused by this situation as you are. Hell I didn`t even know you arrived, not until I hear Harvey going crazy."

"Harvey?"

"Ah yes, I`m guessing this form of you hasn`t since what becomes of dear Harvey. But don`t you worried about that now, just sit down a relax." Gordon reeled back, as the heavy hand of Cobblepot settled on his hand, he pushed back his seat, the plastic clattering against the ground.

"Cobblepot ,look, I don`t know how you think that can happen. I have no clue where I am, my partner has been taking to a medical center, with who the hell knows, and everyone I`ve ever known is gone or changed in some messed up way." by now the entire room was circling around the two, bemusement gracing each face.

"Jim!" Cobblepot yelled, jumping to his feet, "I understand that you're confused, we all are! But you reacting this way is not helping your situation, nor is it making your current problem any easier" he swung an arm around the room, pointing out each eagerly awaiting face, "these men are vultures, they're vile, vile creatures" Ogilvy stepped forwards as several of the prisoners edged forwards in anger, teeth pulled back like angry pit bulls, "we all are, but Jim, if you tell them, anything, anything that they could use against you, your fears, your regrets even your dreams, they will latched onto them and use them against you to destroy you, oh so slowly. Jim you need to calm down, if you don`t I fear what will happen. " he placed his hand gently on Gordon`s arm, wrapped his hand around his wrist and gently pulled him towards the door, "now come on, I think it`s in everyone's best interest that we left" and as they left Gordon feared what truly was happening to him, was he going insane? Had the stress of the police finally taken its toll?