Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Sixteen-Romance is bitter sweet

Chapter Sixteen-Romance is bitter sweet

Dacey's POV:

As Oswald drags me out of the police station I don't make a sound. I don't want to talk, but I do want answers from him. It is like he is hiding something from me and he won't tell me what. I look at him. He started to look frustrated and annoyed the second we got out of the police station. I see his grip tighten on me as he crosses the street with me to my mother's bar.

Is he mad? My mother will skin him alive and turn him into a pair of boots! I think to myself. I stop and pull away from his grip and in return, Oswald looks at me with confusion and a little hurt. 

"Dacey what are you doing?" he asks me curiously with a hint of hurt in his voice. I take a moment to think about an answer where I will not flip out and slap him for his stupidity. I sigh and then shake my head. 

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I shout at him. Oswald smirks and links arms with me and pulls me closer to him and continues to walk. 

"Getting a drink Dace," he gently rubs his hand over my cheek. I feel a small shock of goosebumps travel across my cheek and I do not like the sensation, although something deep inside of me yearns for more. What is wrong with me? 

"Are you mad?" I ask him. Oswald laughs and shakes his head continuing to walk. I stop again and unravel myself from his arms and place my hands firmly on his shoulders shaking him back and forth. I do this to try and shake some sense into him even though I know it will not work. 

"Maybe I am... Or it might just you are driving me insane," with those last words spoken he takes my hands off of his shoulders and walks away from me and straight into my mother's bar. 

I stand alone for a moment and look at the empty space of where Oswald once was. I sigh to myself and shake my head before gasping and realizing what he has done. Without a second thought, I run into my mother's bar chasing after Oswald. 

"PENGUIN! I mean Oswald... ugh... COBBLEPOT!" I shout running after the little psycho. I open the door to my mother's club and enter the cage. 

Oswald you're going to get yourself killed if my mother sees you here! Wait why do I care? I think to myself worrying for the life of my friend. I start to think of multiple scenarios that my mother could have Oswald in and it isn't pretty, all of them end with his head on a silver platter. I swear to god if my mother doesn't kill him, I will.

As soon as I enter the club the music stops playing, people stop dancing and the others stop talking. I look across the scene of curious people staring at me. I mentally sigh and decide to glare at all of them and as soon as I do, the music resumes and people ignore me as though I am the plague. 

I scan the scene and still cannot see Oswald. I quickly rush through the crowds of people which consisted of dancers, drinkers, and women who were clearly wanting to sell their bodies. I avoid all of the bodies and think of the last place that Oswald could be. Oh no... 

I think fast and run to my mother's office and don't bother to knock. I open the door and barge into her office unannounced. But as I enter I see something that truly shocks me. My mother is sat at her desk with a glass of wine in her hand along with the person I had been looking for. 

"Oswald?" I call out in surprise. My mother turns her attention to me and smiled before standing up and walking towards me. She pulls me into a loving embrace and kisses my cheek, I hug back feeling confused and pull away looking at both of them with my eyebrows furrowed. 

"Dacey what a nice surprise. Me and Oswald here were just discussing and talking about you," she states informing me, I look at her and nearly choke. She is in a room discussing something civilly with Oswald and not calling him Penguin?

"Why aren't you ripping his throat out?" I ask her. She chuckles and brings her hand across my back and pushes me gently over to take a seat. 

"I don't see the point in fighting here Dacey, I am being civil, is this not what you wanted?" She questions whilst pouring me a drink. I think I'm going to need something a lot stronger than vino to settle my stomach. She passes me my drink and I put it down on the desk in front of us. 

"But you hate him!" I exclaim. My voice rising to where I am shouting at her. She shakes her head and walks towards Oswald and places her hand on his shoulder soothingly. I mentally question her action. 

"Dacey she doesn't hate me, in fact, your mother sees me as a son. Which is why I have offered to look after you tomorrow," He says to me. What does he mean? This has got to be an act. I notice when Oswald says the word son my mother flinches in discomfort slightly. Something is not right and what did he mean he's looking after me tomorrow?

Oswald's POV:

I look over at Dacey and smile. She is confused and I know that she doesn't like what is going on between me and Fish. II take a look a Fish and smirk, I really want to make her hate for me grow as it is bringing Dacey closer to me and it's making Fish feel the pain I felt. 

She cannot lay a finger on me considering I have been appointed in protecting her daughter. All Fish can do now is stand and watch as I slowly ruin her life. 

Dacey on the other hand, I have plans for. 

"What do you mean tomorrow? What exactly are you planning in that devious head of yours?" my sweet asks me angrily. I can see she is frustrated and it is almost like music to my ears. I smile and turn to look at her.  

"You're going to have dinner with me and my mother," I inform her. She looks at me as if I am joking. Well, they do say that romance is bittersweet. Dacey picks up her glass of vino and downs it as fast as she can and starts to pour another drink. 

I know that my mother likes Dacey, it was obvious considering all the of times she would ask for the girl looking at me now. All I need Dacey to do is now is trust me and she will fall straight where I want her, right into my arms. Fish's life is going to get a lot worse and as for my little fish, well she will be right where I want her.