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Oswald knew it was going to take some time for the other to drink his glass but time was on his side. He’d done nothing to hurt or taint the bottle, after all, it was Kilgrave’s gift from him. A small little peace offering to let the other relax and open up to him. Of course, Oswald had to formulate some question that bounced around in his head ever since he’d read about him on the internet.

Kilgrave Aka Kevin Thompson there was a story there one he’d hope one-day Kilgrave would tell him but at the present moment, he had to ensure his line of questions wouldn’t get him another hole in his hand or something much worse. He moved to grab the glass from the gentleman who’d initially tried to wine to put in the sink under the bar placing more perfume on his wrist to protect himself.

“Of course I understand. Kilgrave truthfully I’d be a little shocked if you didn’t” he said before moving his hand to dust something off the shoulder of Kilgrave’s coat making sure he took a whiff of Ivy’s Perfume. “ Sorry You had something on your jacket, it distracted me for a bit.” He said removing his hands after he was sure enough time had passed to where he’d start listening to his commands. “ Kilgrave, what was it like to figure out the power you held?”

Kilgrave pulled back a little surprise when Oswald leaned over the bar to brush something off his jacket. Jeez, how strong was this wine? It went right to his head – he felt a little dizzy, as if he’d drunk more than just one glass, and stared at Oswald. There was nothing in this wine. He’d made sure of it. But he wasn’t a lightweight. After years of drinking, Kilgrave had built up a tolerance. So what the hell was this? He felt heady and disconnected, and a little tipsy. It was very disconcerting. He wasn’t used to being out of control.

“Mmm,” he murmured when Oswald explained why he’d brushed something off his shoulder. Normally, that would have pissed him off, but right then he didn’t care. Oswald pulled his hand away, and asked what it was like when he’d figured out his power. What the hell kind of question was that? Why was he asking? But Kilgrave felt like he had to respond – like he wanted to tell Oswald what it had been like. He never talked about his childhood – he had severed all his ties with that scrawny pathetic kid in that lab – but he had the urge to talk to Oswald about it.

“It was weird,” he said calmly. “At first, I didn’t know what was happening. My dear old mum and dad were going to perform a cerebral spinal fluid extraction. I told them to stop – like I always did. But this time they listened.” His memory was mixed with the footage he had seen of himself, pinning down on that table by their gloved hands, screaming at them to stop it. But he remembered. He remembered it all.

The silence between them didn’t bother her. Because it meant she got time to collect her own thoughts, but also he would not control her and tell him what she should do. As far as she had understood it, the only thing that made his powers work; was with words. She didn’t think he would be able to control her with his mind, or by looks. Of course, Kate could not be sure, but ever command he had given her had been voiced. 

Honestly, there were a lot of questions she wanted to ask him. — but many of them would sound rather silly, so that might not be the best choice and Kilgrave had just told her that he did not want any stupid question. The order had not been strict, and somehow she knew that in a away Kate would be able to ask about anything; if she only voiced her question right; but that wasn’t what she wanted. 

Knowing how bad it could be if he got too mad or annoyed – it wasn’t a good idea to ask just any random question. “where are you from?” she asked. Kate knew that New York was a big place, and even if he might be from around here for a while, but she had heard his accent the moment he spoke to her. Kate liked his accent, even if she would not tell him that. “ I mean ––” she added before he could dismiss her question. “ I’m guessing from England somewhere, because of your voice but –– more specific?”  she ended with a hopeful tone. 

“I’ve been there once. when I was younger, but I don’t remember too much of that time” 

Where was he from? Why did she care? Kilgrave glanced at Katherine with a frown. What a stupid question – couldn’t she recognise his accent? He hated Americans sometimes. Most of the time, actually. But then, before he could answer, she said she’d guessed he was from England, and he was relieved she wasn’t as stupid as the question had made her seem. He was quiet for a few seconds, considering. He didn’t have to tell her, but why did it matter if she knew where he was from? She probably wouldn’t know where it was, even if he told her.

“You guessed correctly,” he said, a little patronisingly. “I was born in Manchester.” Maybe it was because she was endearing, or because she had dared to ask at all, but he decided to tell her. “I didn’t stay there for very long. It was a shit-hole. I moved to London when I was a kid.” He didn’t care about why she’d been to England, so he didn’t bother to ask. What concerned him was why she was asking. What was her ulterior motive? Was she trying to figure him out, the way Daisy had? Why did she care?

“I can’t get better, I’m already awesome” Alex commented with a shrug, at least no one could say she wasn’t confident that’s for sure. “Well, lot of reasons really, there was the time my girlfriend, ex now, thought it’d be fun to hack into the FBI, this was before I got my powers. Though I think the time I hacked into the main power grid of New Hampshire and took out the power in the entire state was what put me on the most wanted list, that was also before I got my powers actually.”

Gideon’s voice came through the earpiece letting her know what he’d said. Don’t move, Sara Lance. She couldn’t hear him say it, her name, but the fact that he’d said it, the fact that he knew her name made her skin crawl. He’d told her not to move, she considered not doing it but she didn’t want to give away that she couldn’t be controlled yet, so she stopped in her tracks, not moving.

Sara was good at reading lips, it had come in handy a few times during her time as an assassin and time traveller but she was still glad she had Gideon in her ear telling her what he said just in case she couldn’t read his lips properly at one point. “No, I didn’t come here with Daisy” she told him, it would have been her answer even if she had come with Daisy, but she hadn’t so she didn’t need to lie either.

Sara stopped immediately in her tracks, and Kilgrave stood opposite her. Her expression was blank, as they usually were, and he was very unimpressed with her. This was one of Daisy’s closest friends? He considered just telling her to stick her head in one of the chip fryers and walking away – he could keep looking for Daisy without her – but, besides Justin Robinson, Sara Lance was the only other person he’d spoken to who he knew had a direct link with her. She might have been useless, but she could be made useful.

Oswald had been right to play on Kilgrave’s paranoia the man fell prey to his distraction. He’d never wish to cause his new friend pain by any means but he had to pay. He’d broken Oswald even if it was just his lack of social interaction he couldn’t let it go by. The man so used to be in power what could it hurt by showing him just how much of a powerful alley he had within the Penguin.

He knew even after the little display Kilgrave still believed Oswald messed with it in some way. He was even waiting for the other to come right out ask no demand him to speak and tell him if he poisoned the gift. He couldn’t help but smile looking at the bottle then at Kilgrave “ I did add the bow, though it’d make it prettier what do you think?” He chuckled for a moment before turning serious. “ There is nothing in this bottle, but the Red wine that’s stated on the label. I have not tampered with it in anyway”

Oswald said with a very light tone, he’d been doing as Ivy had said to use this odorless perfume. All he had to do was move and allow the aroma to kick in, thinking he may have been too far away Oswald looked down at the untouched drink moving it closer to Kilgrave to ensure he breathed more of it in. “ Now that we’ve solved the mystery of wither or not I’d poison you. Drink?” He phrased it like a question with a hint of command towards it. Let’s see How Kilgrave liked being commanded. 

Oswald had added the bow? Who cared it bloody looked? Kilgrave met his gaze as the other man’s smile vanished, and he looked uncharacteristically serious. But he had to answer the question honestly – he hadn’t tampered with it. He had to tell the truth, as he’d been told to, and Kilgrave had been thorough with his questions. There was nothing wrong with the wine. It was a genuine gift, an apology for the fact that he’d crossed the line last time.

Kilgrave didn’t take the glass as Oswald pushed it towards him. Drink. It wasn’t often that he was told what to do, and it was entertaining. He smiled a little. “I had to check, Oswald,” he said. “You understand.” It was a necessary precaution. It wouldn’t have been the first time some disgruntled moron had tried to poison him. But, it turned out, this time, Oswald had no ulterior motive. He was insistent that Kilgrave drink it – he must have been offended at the implication that he would try to poison him – but there was nothing odd about that.

She tried to think of something, a reason why he might not want to take her with him. However, she also did not want to piss him off. Seeing as that could make everything worse for her. So when he told her to just obey and come with him; Kate but a smile on her face as she said “yes” their hands were still holding each other, so the dark-haired female wanted to try something –– to see how he might react to her actually being very okay with this. 

So the teen-archer interlock her fingers into his, holding his hand more tightly to see if this little movement would take him back or not. She wanted to know what ticked him off, or what made him happy. Up until this point, it was clear that he liked to be able to make people do as he tells them. “I will come with you” she smiled. 

Looking around, Kate could see that they weren’t far from the hotel. “can I ask more questions, or will that not be accepted by you at this point?” She had accepted the fact that she was going to see the inside of his hotel room, no matter what she did. And the was something she had told herself was going to be fine, as for now. She didn’t need him to ask her questions, because no matter what; if he really wanted to know something; he would end up getting the truth. “I find you very interesting” 

Katherine held his hand tighter, and Kilgrave was surprised, but not put off. She laced her fingers between his without being told to. Of course she wanted this. She smiled her pretty smile, and he smiled back quickly, before looking away and focusing on getting them to the hotel. This had taken way too long. He was used to picking up girls quickly, but he’d taken his time with Katherine. At least they were finally on their way.

They walked in silence for a while, and then she requested to ask questions. Kilgrave turned to her in surprise. He wasn’t used to people talking without being addressed, and he looked at her for a moment before deciding there was no harm in it. If she said something stupid, he could always tell her to shut up. And she looked so bloody sweet, so he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was obviously trying to flatter him by saying she found him interesting, but it was endearing, so he allowed it.

“Well, I am on the FBI’s most wanted list so maybe I am” Alex shrugged, she’d never really never cared about labels like good and bad, hero and villain, most of the time she did things because they were fun. First she’d done things in order to survive, now she just did it because she felt like it and because she could.

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Sara hadn’t really planned on going to the circus but when Gideon had told her there was a small level one anachronism there she’d decided to go take care of it before it escalated. Fortunately she’d managed to fix it without anything going wrong, which admittedly was rare for the Legends. She was on her way back to the ship when she saw him, this was the first time she’d seen him that wasn’t on the screen in the library back on the Waverider. The blonde quickly turned on the devices she had in her ears, almost like reverse hearing aids, making it so she couldn’t hear anything, Gideon would repeat anything that was said to her though so it wasn’t that bad. When she’d found out what he could do she’d made sure to take precautions just in case she ran into him, both to make sure she didn’t tell him anything about Daisy and most importantly didn’t tell him about the Waverider or time travel. She also slid a knife into her sleeve because it didn’t hurt to have something up her sleeve in case the device malfunctioned.

Sara Lance. Kilgrave had learnt her name early on in his search for Daisy. Apparently, they were close. Her name had been repeated by people who knew Daisy, along with Jemma Simmons, Justin Robinson and James Taylor James. Kilgrave had spoken to Justin in person – he hadn’t bothered with James yet, but he probably would in the near future, if she didn’t fucking show up soon.

He hadn’t even been looking for Lance – he’d come to the circus for Daisy – but it was just by sheer bloody coincidence that she was here too. Maybe she could lead him right to Daisy. It would save a lot of hassle. He saw her a short distance away, just about within earshot, despite the crowds. So he raised his voice, and addressed her by name: “Don’t move, Sara Lance.”

Oswald could barely contain his happiness as his plan was going according to plan. He’d even knew that Kilgrave would test the wine on whoever sat closes, but he wasn’t stupid enough to poison such a thing. A Man like Kilgrave had to be careful just as Oswald did raising through the ranks back on Gotham’s streets, He, of course, did as he was told and stopped talking, why was it whatever he said it seemed to upset the other? was it because he could see through the fake facade he tried to so hard to build up? Was Kilgrave scared that Oswald would one day find Kevin Thompson buried deep within him?

Oswald hardly cared about the patron who’d been forced to drink the wine to see if it had been tainted in some way. Of course, he hardly minded the wait as he stood there quietly waiting while their little scene came to an end. He watched as the customer ran out of the bar before turning his gaze back to Kilgrave, He wanted to tell him that he would never poison him but thought against it. He nodded his head moving his hand to grab his glass. 

“Such is the way of great people right?” He said before downing the wine glass in one go before licking his lips. “ You are right not a bad wine. Yet everyone but the person who the gift was stolen for has had a sip. So why don’t you drink up Kilgrave?”

Such was the way of great people? Was Oswald taking the piss? Kilgrave looked at him for a few seconds, his expression unchanging. What the hell was going on here? He wanted to put this down to some sort of apology for him overstepping last time they’d met, but Oswald wasn’t exactly the type to apologise beyond what was necessary. He’d paid with his blood, that was enough so. So what the hell was this gift about?

Oswald necked it without even batting an eyelid, but that didn’t prove shit. Even if the wine was poisoned, he would have drunk it immediately because he’d been ordered to. And Kilgrave wasn’t stupid. Just because the guy next to him hadn’t started throwing up or coughing blood didn’t mean the wine wasn’t poisoned. It could have been a slow-acting toxin. He looked Oswald straight in the eye, completely ignoring his comment about it being stolen wine. Was that meant to impress him or something? Like he cared where the bottle was from.

James didn’t like the guy the moment he laid eyes on him, he seemed like nothing more than a person who didn’t fit amongst the happiness that was going on around them. He smirked a bit before he could even speak again he was listened to the other give an order and found himself doing as he was told.

His eyes widen a bit but he quickly recovered at the realization that this man just made him bend to his will with nothing but words It was just as Daisy had said, she had no control and had to listen to what he wanted. He quickly pushed down the feeling of rage before taking a bit out of his cotton candy while the stranger seemed lost in the distance.

The guy shut up, as he’d been told to, and Kilgrave turned away from him as he started to eat his candy floss again. Bloody hell, he hated circuses. Kilgrave watched a man juggling knives for a few seconds, letting the boredom wash over him. He was always one step behind Daisy. He knew she had resources at her disposal, to keep herself hidden, but this was ridiculous. The only people he’d had this much difficulty finding were his parents.

Lillian had been wondering when she would see the man again. She had never learned his name, not that she even bothered to ask. His name didn’t really matter. He was just another annoying man that she had to deal with. Well, he might not have been just any man. She knew he had powers. She had seen the way her girls had obeyed his commands, and she had spoken to them at length about it afterwards to make sure it wasn’t simple mutiny. Plus she had felt the compulsion to obey him too, even though she wanted to do those things anyways.

In the end, it probably was good for her to have left like she did after punching his pretty face. In her opinion, she had made it even prettier, but she knew that like all men, he would’ve made a scene about it, like the scene he was making now. He had a flair for the dramatic. She had to give him that. Of course she had a flair for the dramatic too. She smiled at his insults, which she took as compliments. “Do you call all women who best you “bitches,” or am I just special?” She teased.

When the person shot her, she didn’t react at first, and just looked down at the bullet hole in disappointment. It took her a second to remember she probably should have reacted more, though she quickly recovered from that by dramatically collapsing to the ground and giving a performance of pain that she wasn’t experiencing. “Oh, God! How could you do that?” She sobbed, clutching her hand to her chest. She coughed a few times, making it seem like she could barely breathe, and then she broke into laughter. “I’m sorry. So sorry. Well, no I’m not. It’s just, did you really think that would work you poor sad delicate man?”

The woman kept fucking smiling, and Kilgrave glared at her. God, how was she even more bloody smug this time? He didn’t reply to her comment. She was just trying to goad him. As if that would do anything for her. Was she trying to be brave? It didn’t seem like it. Kilgrave had always struggled to tell the nuances of expressions apart, but he knew fear when he saw it, and she didn’t look afraid. She looked arrogant, the way Jessica had looked when he’d told her to stop, and she’d kept bloody walking.

He didn’t usually watch violence being carried out – it was sickening – but he wanted to see this bitch being shot. He would enjoy watching her die. He stared straight into her eyes as the civilian pulled the trigger, and she didn’t react. She just looked down at the wound for a few seconds, and Kilgrave waited for it to sink in. He’d heard the silence a few seconds before people started screaming. She must have been in shock. And then, after a moment, she collapsed and pressed her hands against the bloody wound, which Kilgrave was trying not to focus on. She coughed, and he noticed something hollow in her voice, like she was taking the piss.

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Alex had spent a little more time trying to master the other side to her powers, manipulating technology instead or just talking to and controlling it. She hadn’t complete control over it yet, but she’d made… toy soldier was probably what she’d call it, with small pieces of technology. Though unlike a normal toy soldier this one’s gun actually worked, shooting a small red laser beam, heating up the target until it almost caught on fire before she made it stop. “Undecided as of yet” though that display probably made it clear which side she was leaning towards.

Skynet’s moral compass wasn’t interesting to him, but her powers were. Kilgrave was about to ask if she’d practised at all since he’d last seen her, when he saw the tiny toy soldier standing in her palm. He watched in silence as it started shooting a thin red laser beam like something out of a bloody James Bond movie at a target.