The Scarred

Chapter 5

"Let's get ye home, yeah?" Liam spoke softly after she had calmed down somewhat. He guided her with a hand on her back, eyeing the van knowingly as they walked past it. Penelope sniffed and placed her hand in her pocket, head kept down in shame.

"I'm sorry." Penelope whispered after a few moments. Liam's head whipped in her direction.

"Fer what, exactly?" She sniffed again.

"I'm not usually like this. You just met me at a bad time." Her head lifted and she gave him a delicate smile. Only a fool wouldn't fall to their knees at the sight of it, her large eye glistening under the street lights. It was child-like. Innocent in every way, yet far from it at the same time. Its complexity fascinated him.

"Depends on 'ow ye look at it." She stared up at him as he looked forward once more. "The way I see it, I think I met ye at the best time."

"What makes you say that?"

"Not to toot me own horn, but tha's twice I've helped ye in what seems lie' a crisis. I mean," he threw his arms up in a joking manner. "What in God's name would ye 'ave done without me?" The comment made her chuckle and he joined in with her. It was a relief. A much needed one, at that. They carried on with their conversation as they walked with an occasional brief silence, but soon they had been talking as if they were old friends, eventually exchanging numbers.

It took her by surprise that as the weeks passed, he was able to make her feel so comfortable. To make her feel so secure, so safe with him. Even after he killed someone in front of her, claiming it was for her own safety. There was an aura around the man that drew her to him and she wore it like a blanket to keep her calm.

She wasn't attracted to him, no. He was handsome, charismatic. Charming, even. But what she felt was a deep admiration. As if he was an overprotective brother. And overprotective, he was. She didn't know if he was just a gentleman or something else, but the slightest aggression towards her sent him over the edge. He wouldn't fight unless absolutely necessary, but he could get overwhelmingly creative with his vocabulary, to say the least.

Liam made his way to Penelope's door, rapping on it a few times to make his presence known. He folded his arms over his chest and looked over to where he heard footsteps, seeing a taller brunette making her way over to him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Hi?" The woman questioned him in curiosity.

"Who might ye be?" Her eyes widened.

"Irish?" She made a sound of approval and nodded her head. "Emma. I'm stealing Penelope for tonight." She spoke dominantly, winking at him with a smirk.

"Are ye two -?"

"No! No. If anything, I thought you two were." She laughed. "I'm married."

"Well, tha's never stopped anyone."

"So you two are a thing?"

"Wha -?"

"You didn't deny it." She shrugged with a chuckle.

"She's a good friend o' mine."

"Oh! Are you Liam?" She exclaimed in excitement.

"Aye. Tha's me." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Mentioned me, 'as she? I should feel special."

"You should. Took me years to get where you are with her." Emma's voice grew softer. "Takes a certain person to get her to trust any -" The door whipped open and the two snapped their heads towards the woman in the doorway.

"Speak o' the devil." Penelope looked between the two of them with a wide eye. Liam's eyes quickly scanned over her, looking between her and Emma. "Wha's the occasion?"

"What, am I not allowed to dress nice every once in a while?"

"Juss different seein' ye without the baggy-ish clothes." He gestures with his hands.

"She's visiting my family for dinner. And you look stunning, hun." Emma gave Penelope a warming smile while Liam practically gawked.

"Well, I suppose I'll leave ye to it." He began to walk off when Penelope stopped him, voice holding just a trace of concern.

"Was there something you needed?" He turned and looked back at her.

"Nothin' of importance." Liam gave her a tight smile before heading back to his own apartment. Once he was gone Emma looked over at Penelope and wiggled her eyebrows, earning herself a light nudge to her shoulder.

"How is it?" The man of the hour asked, a bright smile complimenting his eagerness.

"Amazing!"

"Good, good! I'm glad you like it." The atmosphere was comforting, save for the older man's niece's occasional glare from across the dining table. The two story house was elegant, however not exaggerated. It was warm and the perfect size for their smaller family. The different shades of browns and greens were appealing to the eye, none too bright or too dark. "I hope Gotham's treating you well? No trouble?" Penelope lightly shook her head.

"Thanks to Emma, it is."

"And Liam." The brunette coughed under her breath. Penelope shot her a look and she giggled.

"Who?" Penelope opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off.

"A guy friend she has." There was a mixture of 'ooo's and gasps among the room and Penelope felt her face start to warm.

"Boyfriend." The niece chirped in. While Emma laughed along thinking it was all just fun, Penelope's jaw tensed. Thankfully it went unnoticed.

"Really?" Emma's mother spoke excitedly.

"Nah, we're just messing with her. But she does have a friend she's been hanging out with." Emma died down the situation, noticing her friend's discomfort. They mingled into the later night, indulging themselves in a glass or two of champagne after having cake and Emma's father opening his presents. Penelope stepped out into their backyard once things had grown more rowdy. She took a deep breath and closed her eye to calm her increasing heart rate when she heard the door slide open from behind her. She turned to see their niece's husband step out to join her.

"Needed a break?"

"Yeah." Penelope mumbled, looking back out to the fenced in yard, rubbing her right shoulder.

"I feel ya." He chuckled as he pushed his hands into his pants pockets. "This 'guy friend'. You like him?" Penelope began to chew on her cheek.

"As a friend, yeah." He nodded.

"You trust him?"

"With my life." She examined the man stood beside her. "Why?"

"Gotham's why." It wasn't until then that he looked at her. He noticed the look she was giving him and sighed. "It's good to have someone you trust in a city like this. Someone to protect you."

"Give me a gun and I'll protect myself." She quirked her brow at him.

"I'm not just talking about physically -" The door slid open again and his wife peeked her head out.

"Babe, we should get going." The addressed man nodded and gave Penelope one last look before heading inside. She sent Penelope her signature glare before closing the door once more.