Previously on Penguins Bird:
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CH68:
"But who will the Red Queen choose to save when the final problem presents itself? Who will she save and who will die themselves?"
"Off with their heads she will cry and one of Dacey's friends will die..."
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"The Queen of Hearts made some tarts all on a summer's day,"
"And Jim Gordon's life will end straight away,"
"Dacey? What are you doing?"
"Off with his head..."
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"Where the hell is he, Dacey?!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know that?!"
"But why? After all these years, why do you want to find him? Why is he so important to you?"
"He's my brother, Dacey and I will find him, even if Gotham pays as a result..."
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Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Real King of Gotham
A Few Months into the future:
Dacey's POV:
"I've got a business proposition, tell me what I want to know and you don't get turned inside out," Jerome chuckles smiling at the board meeting we just crashed.
"Please, please don't hurt anyone," a man with a long grey beard and glasses asks nervously. I smirk and swing my small red and black axe in my arms eyeing the old man up.
"Then answer his question," I say grinning as the old man's eyes widen in fear.
"Where is Xander Wilde?" Jerome spits out walking around with his gun propped on his back.
"He's... he's not here," the old man splutters nervously. I raise my brow at him as I and Jerome share the same "duh" look.
"Yeah, we're not blind," Jerome point outs gesturing to the whole room. I chuckle and smirk walking towards the old man and taking the glasses off of his face.
"Maybe you are," Jerome continues as I place the old man's glasses on my face and look through them. My vision begins to blur as I try to see through the frames.
"Damn right he is!!" I exclaim and take the glasses off and throw them behind my shoulder.
"Do you know?" Jerome questions pointing the gun to another member of the board meeting who shakes his head rapidly in fear.
"No, I don't think he does," I say staring at my nails before looking around the members of the board, picking them out one by one.
"No one does, he's never stepped foot in this office," the old man exclaims. Jerome rolls his eyes and pulls the trigger on his gun killing a man, the force sending the chair with his body in hitting the wall as the table erupts into a mixture of gasps and screams.
"Jerome, I thought we agreed I get to do the killing this time," I whine staring at each person who looks at me back with fear.
"We've... We've... None of us has ever met him, we only communicate through his proxy," the old man exclaims as Jerome continues to point the machine at him.
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Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic
FanfictionPLEASE NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IN UNDER EDITING You've heard of the Dark Knight and Suicide Squad! Well, before all of that was the Killer Queen of Gotham City, a teenage Batman, and a load of pre-villains fighting over who was to be Top Dog, hoping the...
