"Are you sure you wouldn't need help, boss?" Mike asked for the third time as he helped Frank up the stairs so that he could rest in his room. Jennifer was silently following them. They had returned to their mansion after his wound was stitched.  "Yeah, I'm sure," he confirmed as he entered the room with Jennifer right behind him. Smirking, Mike glanced at Jennifer and then at Frank. "Okay...if you say so, boss. Maybe your girlfriend will help you around," Mike's eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased him. Frank pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, however didn't say anything. Still smirking, Mike turned towards Jennifer and bowed his head a little."Ma'am," he paid his respects to her a

Days passed by and slowly, Frank's wound healed. By the time two weeks had passed, he started to attend his work once again and Jennifer was left alone during his work hours. Out of boredom, one day, she started to go through the drawers in his closet and came across an old picture album in which she found pictures of a little family. A young boy and his parents. "I think this is Frank and this must be his mom," she mumbled, studying her features carefully. With dark hair tied up in a high bun and eyes like Frank, she was certain that she must be her. The man who stood next to her, holding the boy was definitely Mr Gotham. She traced the picture, smiling to herself. "She looks glamorous," she whispered to herself. 

"Name…..my …. Wow! This….. this tastes amazing," grinning from ear to ear, she spoke through her hiccups. "I...I never thought I'd enjoy liquor so...so much," she giggled, and rested her head on her hand as she stared at Frank's father.    "Hi, Mr Gotham. You look intimidating," she laughed. "Frank looks a lot like you Mr Gotham. But he had got his mother's eyes," she spoke.    "Yeah, you are right," he agreed and sighed. The mention of his late wife reminded him of his love for her, yet he had to focus on what he had to do.  "I want to know more about….."  "Don't tell Frank," she whispered, leaning towards him. "I saw a picture album in his closet. His mom's pictures are there," she giggled, making him go speechless. She keeps interrupting him and talking about his late wife! Mr Gotham scowled. He has to get this woman to tell him what he wants to know.   Knitting his eyebrows

"What?" She gasped. Mr Gotham chuckled monotonously and tilted his head as he studied her bewildered face. "Jennifer Walter, the daughter of Rudolph Walter. The girl who was abducted from her home by the Mafia Don, Frank, my son. Why? Because her father," he turned to look at Frank, who was staring at him wide-eyed. "Stole an important laptop. Am I wrong, my dear son?" He mocked Frank.  Frank was shocked. Todd was holding his rigid form firmly, preventing him from moving from his place. What? How did he…Frank wondered as he focused his eyes on his father. Stupefied, he stared at his father as he strolled over to Jennifer,

"You should have come early yesterday," Jennifer mumbled as she munched on her breakfast. "It was your father's birthday and you didn't come. We ended up having drinks together," he told her and Frank felt himself go stiff. "His birthday?" He asked and she nodded in response. "Did he tell you that?" He asked, suddenly alert. Frowning, she nodded once again. Frank's lips parted as he shifted so that he could face her. "And did he give you that drink?" He asked. Confused, Jennifer glanced at him as her frown deepened. "Yes, but what happened?" S