Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Three: Jar of Hearts

Chapter Twenty-Three: Jar of Hearts

*The human heart is made from the only substance in the universe that can become stronger after it's been broken.*

Dacey's POV:  

I stare into his ice blue eyes in confusion. I hear Victor chuckle as he stands to his feet slowly. I just look at Oswald and watch as his hand unclasps from my wrist. I bring my wrist to my chest and put my blade away before rubbing my wrist soothing it from the aching I felt. 

"Oswald, what's going on?" I ask him in confusion as I watch Victor now stand beside Butch. Oswald doesn't look at me for a couple of moments, silence fills the room.

"Oswald, answer me," I demand staring at him. He finally lifts his eyes to meet my own. He nods his head slowly, not emotion showing on his face.

"Dacey," Oswald whispers with regret in his tone. He started to look guilty and wouldn't face me at all. His body language and the way he said my name suggests that he is guilty of something... that he regrets something. 

No, I can't take one more step towards you... 

"Oswald, what's going on?" I ask him again, more concern laces my tone. He looks at me with sadness in his eyes. I take a hesitant step towards him, watching as he takes a small step back. 

'Cause all that's waiting is regret...

"Why's the club changed? Where's my Mother? And why are you galavanting around the club like you own it?" Multiple questions fly out of my mouth all of a sudden which baffles Oswald and only makes him shrink smaller into his shell of comfort.  

And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore... 

"Are you going to answer me or just stand there?!" I question anger rising in my voice. I watch as Oswald flinches at my words. Noticing this, I take a deep breath in and calm down, slowly walking towards Oswald once more. 

You lost the love I loved the most...

"Oswald, please tell me what's going on," I ask him gently, he still doesn't look at me and it makes me feel as though I have done something wrong. 

I learned to live, half-alive... 

And now you want me one more time...

"Oswald?" I say him quietly. What is he keeping a secret? What is so bad that he couldn't tell me? I wonder to myself. 

I take another step forward but this time he doesn't move.

"Oswald please, tell me what is wrong..." I beg quietly feeling desperate by his lack of communication. Ice blue eyes finally meet emerald as he looks at me with sadness.

"I haven't been entirely truthful with you Dacey..." he finally replies. I raise my brow in confusion, tilting my head to the side.

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars...

"I could use that drink now, Butch," I say jokingly as Butch passes me my glass as I take a sip of the spirit and let the burning sensation travel down my throat with the liquid. 

Collecting your jar of hearts. And tearing love apart...

"What do you mean?... Entirely?" I quiz as Oswald's posture stiffens and he suddenly becomes tense.

You're gonna catch a cold. From the ice inside your soul...

He looks at Butch and Victor and waved his hand. They both nod their heads in obedience and left shutting the door behind them. Why did they need to leave? I question mentally. I watch as the door closes and then avert my attention back to Oswald.