Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Thirty-One: Last Moments

Chapter Thirty-One: Last Moments

Oswald's POV:

I stare down at Dacey's still and unconscious body. She has no heartbeat. No oxygen is entering her lungs and she cannot breathe. Her once luscious brown locks that bounced whenever she walked was now sprayed out in a little dull mess. No words could express the way that I am feeling at this moment. Her body is slightly warm but is cooling down to no heat. She is gone. Dacey is dead. Jim stood next to me with tears rolling down his cheeks. He held onto her hand. She was at the GCPD morgue. There was not a lot we could do now.

"She's gone. Dacey is actually dead." Jim says under his breath. I look over at him. I do not cry, I don't want to show my weakness. She is my weakness but should I now say was? I nod my head lightly and then reply back looking at her pale face.

"She is in a better place now." I recite. Jim shakes his head and then walks over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder and pats it slightly. When he removes his hand from my shoulder he walks over to Dacey's body and gazes at her face. He pulls from his pocket a golden chain with a fish on the end of it. He holds Dacey's head up and latches the chain around her next so it lays gently on her neck.

"I was going to give this to her on her birthday but there is no point now. She didn't deserve to die. She was an innocent and an innocent who deserves justice." He explains. I then subconsciously nod my head.

"But you are not going to give her justice, you're going to get revenge and avenge her death." I clarify. Jim shakes his head and takes one last look at Dacey before grabbing hold of the handle to the door.

"No, that's something I expect you to do Penguin," Jim says before leaving.

Jim's POV:

I storm into the interrogation room and slam the door behind me. There sat smugly is Brenden Hollister. His hands are cuffed to the table and he has a smirk on his face when he sees me with a tear stained face.

"Ah, Detective. I heard you were coming to talk to me." He says mockingly. I go over to the table and stand behind it facing him. He looks straight at me and then looks at my face. He laughs and then smiles.

"So I am guessing she is dead then?" He asks. I then almost immediately slam my hands against the metal table.

"Don't you say a word about her you son of a bitch! You have no right!" He then chuckles darkly as though my reaction satisfied him. He then nods his head and says back.

"I saw you when you came in, you were distraught. Now, look at the famous Detective James Gordon, crying because of some pathetic little girl..." I dash behind the table and start to throw punches at him.

One Hour earlier:

I hear shouting from within the basement. Me and Bullock heard a riot was going off down here and were called to the scene. The shouting sounded familiar. I rush towards the door and knock out many guards along the way. Bullock and me stand where the door is and we both nod our heads.

"And you will pay with your life!"  I run into the basement and down the steps and see Penguin holding up a gun to a man who is smirking.

"GCPD, Stop what you're doing and put the weapons down!" I shout. I see Penguin turn around and he looks me straight in the eye. He has a red stained face. I then notice an unconscious body on the floor. I gasp when I realize who it is.

"DACEY!" I shout and run to where she is. I hear Bullock run down and he holds his gun up.

"Nobody move!" He orders. I kneel down and check Dacey's pulse. She has none. No. No no no no! I then shake her lightly. She doesn't move.

"Dacey?" I ask and then I feel all the emotion drain out of the features. I look towards Penguin and he points toward the man and shouts.

"He killed her Jim! He killed her!" And that was when I lashed out.

Current Time: 

Penguin carried her body up the stairs once Bullock arrested Hollister. He was the head of Mocking Bird. I look down and his face is all bloody. But I cannot think straight. He took away my best friend. He was going to pay. I hear the door break open and someone pulled me away from a laughing Hollister.

"Jim, this won't bring Dacey back!" I turn around and see Bullock staring at me. I breathe in and out quickly and feel anger rise within me.

"He killed her Bullock! He.Murdered.Her." I state darkly. Bullock nods his head and then walks over to him and punches him in the nose and I hear a clean snap. Hollister laughs sinisterly.

"You son of a bitch!" Bullock shouts. He then punches him again and again, just like me. But before we can go any further, more officers come barging through the door and came and handcuffed us.

Oswald's POV:

I saw no changes in Dacey and I needed to leave. I couldn't stay here and know what I know. I held onto her hand and slip out of my pocket a black and gold diamond ring on her finger. It was a ring that my mother had given me to give to the woman I loved and held dearest to my heart. That was Dacey. I held onto her hand and ran my thumb over the top of it lovingly. I felt a tear fall from my cheek.

It feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I cannot do anything to replace it. I bring her hand to my lips and kiss them lightly.

"I am so sorry for what I said, did and have done to you. But I have always loved you Dacey and I always will. From the moment I first saw you in Gotham Streets, I knew you were the one. I know we had our fights and we have both tried to kill each other. Broken hearts and everything else. But I will love you for an eternity and I would die for you. I love you my little bird." I say and more tears fall and I lean over and kiss her on her dead lips and pull away before leaving the room. But what I didn't notice was the tear trickling down her face as I left.

Edward's POV:

I walk into the morgue. My head low and I feel numb. My best friend is gone and I have to do the post-Morton on her. I feel sick. I enter the room and I see Oswald otherwise known as the Penguin leave the room. His head is low and I think I saw tears fall down his face.

I see Dacey laid on the metal table. Her hands on her lap and her eyes. Closed.

" I am always around but never seen. I am often avoided, but you can't outrun me. for I will come when your old and grey, or maybe even the very next day. I will come with a cold embrace and give you rest with a chilled kiss on your face. I come in may forms of emotional state, whether it's irony, love, laughter, or hate. I am everyone's final fate. What am I?" I say in shock. There is silence. I rest my head in my hands and a stray tear falls. I take a deep breath in. I can do this, I have seen dead bodies before. But not of your friend who actually understood you. I hear a voice say. She's dead. She's dead. She's dead.

"Death..." I jump at the familiar voice and turn around. I fall back nearly fainting. It was impossible. But then again, it can always be possible.