Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Forty: A Recipe for Murder

Chapter Forty: A Recipe for Murder

Dacey's Pov:

"One, Two, melatonin is coming for you,

Three, Four, baby, won't you lock the door? 

Five, Six, I'm done with this,

Seven, Eight, it's getting late, so close your eyes, sleep for days."

I hum singing to myself in the main kitchen in Arkham. I swing my hips dancing to myself with the bowl in my hand as I stir the dough with a wooden spoon.  

"Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk

I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled

Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you

A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too..."  I smile as I mold the dough into small balls and place them onto the tray with baking paper on it. Once I evenly separate all the dough out into balls and place them onto the tray, I open the oven door and push the tray into the fire gently. 

"Ashes, ashes, time to go down,

Ooh, honey do you want me now?

Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed,

Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end..." I pick up the bowl I was using previously and stick it into the large metal sink and watch as it bobs about into the bubbly water. 

"What are you doing here?" I stop staring and humming to myself and instantly freeze, I've been caught. I turn on my heel and see Tyler with his arms folded across his chest and his right brow raised curiously. I smile and wave at him fondly and shrug my shoulders. 

"Hey, Tyler, what are you doing here?" I ask innocently. He looks at me and takes a step forward, unfazed by my greeting. 

"That's beside the point Dacey, why are you out of your cell at... two in the morning?" he interrogates me after looking at his watch. I sigh.

"I couldn't sleep," I tell him as I pull out a chair and sit at a table in the kitchen. He sighs himself and pulls out the chair next to mine. 

"Have you asked Ricky to give you some sleeping medication?" I shake my head to answer his question. He pulls my hand on the table into his own and rubs his thumb over it tenderly. 

"I'll ask Ricky in the morning to give you some then. Dace I know it's hard in here, I mean, you didn't speak for a year and now out of the blue, you start talking again and interacting with the world? It doesn't make sense," he tells me. I nod my head and look up at him and stare into his eyes.

"Sionis finally pushed some buttons and I snapped, I think when he mentioned Penguin, I just wanted to silence him and never hear the words Oswald Cobblepot again," I say in a small voice. Understanding me, Tyler nods his head and offers me a small smile. 

"But that doesn't explain how you managed to escape your cell," he points out to the reason on why we are both here. I smirk a little and smile as I pull out a key card and wave it in front of Tyler's face. Tyler doesn't look at all impressed. 

"Oh come on Tyler, it's not like you haven't ever stolen something before, I mean, you did work for Brendan," I smugly. He shakes his head disapproving my actions, he reaches over the table and pulls the key card out of my hand snatching it. I scowl as he does this and go back over to get it but he stops me. Tyler looks at the card and sighs shaking his head.