Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Six: The gift of possibilities

Chapter Twenty-Six: The gift of possibilities

Dacey's POV:

I drive back to my apartment in my car and listen to music. Don't Mess with me by Temposhark. Comes into my playlist and I instantly smile.

"In my crown, I am king

I love their endless worshiping

I am raw, a dinosaur

But I will never be extinct

So don't mess with me

I'll shoot you down

Don't mess with me "

I sang under my breath. I sigh and look at Gotham streets. I think about all that has happened in the past week. I have made a list, to be honest and I am not impressed by the amount of crap that I have faced.

1) My mother went missing

2) Oswald lied to me

3) I broke up with Oswald

4) I killed a man

5) Talked to Kat

6) Met a crazy man who is in connection with the killers of my fiancé. Well, late fiancé...

7) Got into a fight with a ginger.

Life goals right?

I get out of my car and lock the door and proceed up the stairs to my apartment. I went into my coat pocket and took out my keys. I unlock my apartment door and shut it as I get in. The sweet smell of flowers fill my nose and I follow the smell until I come into my kitchen. On the island in the center lays a bouquet of roses. Red to be correct. Love. The significance of the roses. I scowl at them and then pick them up. I walk over to the window overlooking the city and open the doors to my balcony.

"Roses are for love." I pull the head off of one flower and drop it into the streets below.

"Roses show passion." Another head comes off and I drop it once more.

"Paradise!"

"Friendship!"

"Hope!" As I said each of these words the roses dropped until thee was one left. I stare at it and then wrap my palm around the flower. I squeeze my hand and I feel the thorns prick my skin. A crimson liquid drips from my hand and down the stem of the rose.

"And betrayal." I throw the rose this time onto the platform in front of me and walk away slamming my balcony door. A single tear fell out of my eye. I was full of anger. 

I wonder back over to my counter and see a box wrapped in black wrapping paper. It had a purple bow on it and I was intrigued to see what it was. I grabbed the gift and then unwrap it. I slowly take the lid off and toss it to the side. I gasp and drop the box on the counter when I see what is inside.

Eighteen Months Ago:

I was in the Cheshire with Brendan who was sat across from me. There was a romantic feeling in the air and a single red rose was placed in a vase in the middle of the table. We had a balcony view of the whole city. I smile and take a sip of my red Rioja wine. Brendan holds his gaze to me and smiles at me. I blush slightly and smile back.

"Thank you for the meal Brendan it was lovely." I thank him and he nods his head and smiles, showing his white teeth.

"You know I would do anything for you sugarbee," He says. My nickname which he always used to call me. I giggle lightly and turn a deeper shade of red. A small piece of my chocolate hair falls in front of my eyes and before I can move it back, Brendan twirls it in his fingers.

"You're so beautiful, you know that right." He mutters under his breath. I then see something fall out of Brendan's pocket when he budges back. I stare at it and then go to pick it up until he stops me.

Brendan gets off his chair and retrieves whatever was in his pocket. He then looks up at me and gets on one knee. There in his hand is a small box. He opens the box and inside was a ring. It was silver and in the centre was a rather big diamond, on either side of the diamond was a dark blue sapphire. I gasp and look at Brendan who looks nervous.

"Dacey Strikes, I have known you for a while now and ever since I first laid eyes on you I have fallen deeply in love with you. I know that I can't exactly offer you a lot, bar that I am a man of a huge business." I laugh at this and smile at him. His brown eyes stare into my own green.

"However, would you do me the honour of becoming mine. I want to love, hold and cherish you for the rest of my life. If you say yes to this then I promise I will protect, and forever more enjoy your company and try to be the best man for you." I felt a small tear trickle down my face. It dropped on the floor and then Brendan finally asked the question.

"Dacey, will you marry me?" I then nod my head quickly.

"Yes... Yes, I will marry you!" I say happily. He slips the ring onto my finger and then stands up and kisses me...

Present Time:

I scream as I see the ring in front of me. I cover my hands over my mouth and then slide down the counter behind me. I sit on the cold floor and breathe heavily. I then start to bawl. Tears strike down my face and I am sat in a puddle of my past. How can this be here? How?

"Dacey? Dacey?!" I hear a voice shout. The blonde male entered the room and when he saw me on the floor he rushes to me.

"Dacey, what happened?" Jim asks me. His dark blue eyes and shake my head. I am a blubbering mess.

"Someone's playing a sick joke." I cry out and place my hands over my face. Then Jim pulls me into his chest and rocks me back and forth. He shushes me and then whispers.

"What happened?" He soothes. I then try to calm my breathing but it doesn't work, instead, I fall harder.

"The ring. I disposed of it when I left my old home. I left it in my old apartment, Jim, I left it when my fiancé died. It was gone out of my life and now I find it and a note along with a load of roses.... I'm scared." In the truth I was. I don't know what to do. I haven't the slightest clue why someone would do this to me. I am haunted. I have been haunted. Brendan is dead and now someone is bringing me things from my old life.

"It's okay... It's going to be okay. I will protect you." He says. And that was when I finally knew. Jim was my friend. One of my only friends. He cares for me. And he is there for me. In some aspects, he is my savior but I know that he cannot be. I cannot be saved. I have gone too far down the road for that. But there are the words going around in my head.

"Don't worry Dacey, things will all become clear soon."

"You know people go all the time, That doesn't mean that they are actually gone though.."

Were these the warnings?

Oswald's POV:

I peer around the door frame. I came to apologize to Dacey. I know I did the wrong thing by not telling her the truth but I thought that I was protecting her. I couldn't tell her. I was too much of a coward. But I made a promise to protect her and I know that I have already broken that promise. I need to be with her. Not only do I love her but she is my sanity. She is the one that I will always love and always keep safe.

I hear crying and then see her on the floor in Jim's arms. Her hair is a mess and mascara is running thickly down her face. She is breathing heavily and looks scared to death, just like she had seen a ghost. But I know that I cannot speak to her now. I need to leave her. Even though it hurts me to do so. But I know that she can't get in my way. She needs to stay safe. As she is my saviour. And I know she may never forgive me...

Please forgive me my little Dace...