Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Forty-Six: In the House of Cards

Chapter Forty-Six: In the House of Cards

Phoenix's POV:

I walk towards the tall bricked building and smirk. I am wearing long skinny black jeans, a turquoise silk shirt, black wedged heeled ankle boots and my black jacket. I wear my usual dark black eye shadow, mascara, and crimson lipstick.  

"Hello boys," I say looking proudly at the building grinning widely. I take a step forward and walk up the stone steps before placing my hand on the door and pushing it open.  As I silently push the door open, I walk into the main building. I see different people chattering and answering phones and many rushing about. None of them noticing me. I grin and place my hand on my belt and pull my revolver out of my holster. I aim the gun in the air and pull the trigger back twice. 

"Can I please have everyone's attention?" I ask politely shooting the roof once more. Everyone freezes what they are doing and I smirk gaining all of their attention. 

"Perfect, now that I have everyone's attention, I'd like to say a few words," I state proudly and spin my gun in my hands being ever so careful not to pull the trigger. 

"So I heard you guys were looking me?" I question and look at everyone's neutral faces. Some of them have a look of fear and horror displayed like a tv screen and I smirk at this. I wave my hand at them and show my teeth smiling. 

"Am I correct?" I ask again walking forward with a strut in my step. Many officers move to get to their guns and their weaponry but I just chuckle.  

"Don't," I warn pointing my gun at one officer who has his hand on his utility belt. He moves his hand away and nods his head placing his hands on his head in surrender. 

"That's better, but not necessary," I claim. I drop my gun to the floor and it lands with a thud. I smirk at all of the confused faces. I slowly raise my hands in the air and mock a surrender.

"I surrender, I'm giving myself in without a fuss. Let's just call it, helping you with your jobs," I say nodding my head and walking over to another officer who is shaking. I stand directly in front of him and lick my lips staring into his eyes. I tilt my head to the side and wave my fingertips. 

"Would you do me the honors?" I question, placing my wrists side by side and offering my wrists to him. He nods his head and gulps. He shakily takes out his cuffs and takes my wrists in his hands. 

"Oh, you have warm hands, you're melting my cold heart," I tease biting my lip smirking at him. He doesn't look at me and only focuses on getting me into the cuffs. 

"You know, my fiancé used to have warm hands you want to know what I did with him?" I ask the officer. He shakes his head. I sigh and roll my eyes. 

"I'll tell you anyway!" I exclaim. I smile at him as the handcuffs snap against my bones. He tightens them and I mock a moan of pain. 

"Now, now, not too tight. Wouldn't want to make me lose my circulation because I'll faint," I wink at him. He blushes and turns bright pink. 

"Now back to my fiancé, I was told by my mother never to trust a man with warm hands because they have a cold heart, and you know what? She was right!" I giggle shrugging my shoulders. I bite the corner of my mouth and wink at the officer again. 

"He faked his death!" I cry out laughing. The officer looks at me scared and I see him visibly gulp. I smirk and lean into the officer so my lips are touching his earlobe. 

"And you know what? I killed him," I whisper darkly smirking and pulling away. The officer now looks at me horrified but it doesn't faze me. I giggle again looking at his shocked face. I raise my wrists and let my hand touch his cheek and rub it softly with my thumb.