Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Silence is golden

Chapter Twenty Eight: Silence is golden

Dacey's POV:

Flipping pancakes. I am in my apartment, in my kitchen, flipping pancakes. First went the oil into the pan and then the batter. I smile as I hear the splattering of the oil hitting the pan. I hear a small chuckle as I feel hands on my waist.

"What you making?" The voice asks. I laugh under my breath and then take the spatula and turn over the forming pancake. I then turn my head and face the person behind me. Christian looks over my shoulder and I raise my eyebrow.

"What's it look like?" I ask him and take a step back. I grab the pan and then I look at the pancake. On three. One. Two. Three!

"And there it goes." Christian commentates. I laugh again and then watch as the pancake lands back into the pan.

"How'd you sleep?" I question. Christian grins at me and then watches as I place the pancake on the plate.

"Order up!" I call. I then pass him the plate and give him a fork. He cuts the pancake up with the side of the fork and then places it in his mouth slowly. I wait for him to finish the piece and then give him a questioning look. He pulls a disgusted face and then laughs.

"Love it! And I slept fine. The couch was rather... pleasant." I then pretended to look offended. I place my hand on my heart and then say afterward.

"I spent many good times sleeping on that piece of furniture. Most of them drunk... But I still spent many good times on this antique." I pat the couch and then walk over the Christian.

"Besides... it's not my fault that your brother kicked you out." I start and then pour more batter into the pan.

"Why was that?" I ask intrigued. Christian put the plate down and then sighed. He walks towards me and then takes my hand.

"Me and him had this fight. A massive fight. It was over a woman. He loved her and I just... I didn't like her. I told him that she was a liar that she was working for a bad guy, you know working in Gotham and all. He just didn't believe me and that was when we had the fight. She turned up and framed me on stealing something valuable and then my brother's blinded sight threw me out. Kind of like a Civil War." He says to me. I then nod my head. I have a small part of me that feels pity for the man. But the other half couldn't care less.

Throughout the days, me and Christian have gotten closer. I blame myself for meeting him but it is a happy surprise. I am glad that I met him, bizarrely he reminds me of Brendan. Haven't a clue why but he acts like Brendan used to. But I know that it is impossible. Brendan is dead. He died in my arms and is gone.

"I'm sorry," I say to him. He then smiles and nods his own head. He then goes over to the island in the center of the kitchen and sits next to it. He gets out his phone and smiles at me before looking at something.

"You know. Considering that both of us are young, good looking people and single, I thought that maybe we could-" I stop Christian before he can speak another word.

"Christian I know what you are getting at but please... I can't." I say simply to him and see the light once in his eyes fade.

"Why not?" He inquires.

"Don't you think that I am a good person?" He asks. I shake my head and then say back.

"No, it's not you. It's me." I explain. He sighs and then shakes his own head.

"Like I haven't heard that one before." He then grabs his phone and wallet which was on the side and walks over to the door. I raise my brow and then watch as he goes to open the door.

"Brendan, what are you doing?" As soon as those words leave my mouth I clasp it shut and for some weird reason, I see Christian freeze and tense slightly. He turns and looks at me. Without his glasses on he has dark chocolate eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to." I stop and feel my eyes burn. I have heavy breathing and then I place my hands over my eyes. Christian rushes over to me and then wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him. I start to cry. I am such a mess.

"It's okay... It's going to be okay." He comforts me and then he brushes his hand in my hair. I feel my tears dampen his shirt. I feel like nothing. My soul is slowly breaking.

"Everything is just going wrong. My mom is still missing and I haven't heard off of her. Me and Oswald are a mess. I met you and then I have the ring... My life is such a catastrophe." I cry and then heard the doorbell ring. I look up and watch as Christian walks to the door.

"Excuse me can I please see Dacey?... Wait who are you?" I hear the familiar voice. I look towards the door and see him standing there. He has worry in his eyes and he is watching me curiously.

"Wait... Aren't you the asshole who broke Dacey's, heart?" Christian asks. I look at him and then at Christian. His ocean blue eyes were staring at me and I could tell his glance was on my face and in particular to my eyes.

"Dacey?" He asks. I then shake my head at him. He cannot be here. I don't want him to be here. I look at him and another tear falls down my face.

"What are you doing here?" Christian asks. Oswald looks at me and doesn't even take a glance at Christian.

"I wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure that you are okay." He takes a step forward and my lips are still sealed. I don't move. I don't do anything.

"Well, she is fine, no thanks to you." Christian replies and that was when Oswald snapped and looked towards Christian.

"I'm sorry but who are you?" Oswald asks Christian.

"My name is no of your concern Penguin. But if you must know my name is Christian and I am Dacey's friend." He explains. Oswald then raises his brow and asks.

"A friend like Tyler?" I stop and then look at Oswald. I shake my head and then reach for a knife in the wooden block. I grasp a knife and then throw it at the top of Oswald's head so it skims his head and smashes into the wall. He stops and then stares at me in shock.

"Dacey?" He asks shocked. I shake my head and then walk forward. He takes a step back and in the corner of my eye, I see Christian smirk. I ignore it and then grab the knife and pull it out of the wall.

"Out," I say and Oswald nods his head and then quickly makes his leave. I take a breath in and then walk over to the wooden board on the counter and stab the knife into it.

"Out," I say again and Christian nods his head and then leaves himself. I am fed up of people walking all over me and I hope that Oswald got the message that I don't want anything to do with him. I don't want to be weak anymore. I want to be strong. I cannot be weak, I must be stronger. Time for a proper change.

Oswald's POV:

She threw a knife at me! I cannot believe that she did that. But I need to forget about her. I love Dacey but I need to make my changes. I need to get over the fact that she doesn't love me anymore. I need to move on but I cannot. Besides, my plan with Falcone is working. Maroni's men have already set up the plan to bomb Falcone's men and place him in the hospital. Now all I need to do is meet with Butch and secure my plans. I will kill Falcone and then shortly afterward Dacey will be mine, once she finally sees the true King of Gotham.

Unknown POV:

She is getting better each day I see her. My followers tell me that she is improving. Her hatred for Oswald improves. I am so proud of her and she is wearing the ring that I sent her. I cannot wait, within the end of the week, Dacey will be mine and so will Gotham. So she better keep making those pancakes because I have an appetite for being the King.