Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Five - The 'Blonde'

I let a few days pass before I decided to take any action.

I was in the study room flicking through some books as my mind drifted off to somewhere better. A place I hadn't been before. Somewhere where the sun was always shining, and the horses would gallop across the meadow as my family and I sat down for afternoon tea. 

We'd be a loving, caring family. With a mum and dad who would take care of us. And, of course, little Richie, our family dog.

I smiled at the thought, though I knew it was unrealistic.

Sighing, I turned my focus back to the real matter at hand. The murderer of Jerome.

I'd already known who it was. People talk. 

Jim Gordon was the man who shot down my brother up on that ledge, causing him to fall a hefty feet to the ground where he was splattered dead, his lifeless body sunken into a car roof.

He must pay. 

Preferably in the same way.

I swiveled in the chair as I heard someone walk through the door. It was one of Jeremiah's men. Dressed in all black with a noticable scar running down one side of his face. His name was Peter. He was one of the men I'd got the pleasure to meet upon my arrival here at Jeremiah's mansion which stood just outside of the city.

"M'am, there's someone here to see you." He said, looking at me with his cloudy eyes.

"Who?" I asked, standing up with a grin on my face as I admired his silver buzz cut hairstyle. It really went with the persona he was going for; scary without an ounce of kindess. Though, a little charm.

He shrugged, "A blonde lady."

My eyes lit up, I instantly knew who it must be. It was Bee. Of course it was Bee, she's the only person who'd come looking for me. Not that I even knew anyone else in the city.

As I skipped to the front door, there wasn't a single drop of doubt in my mind. So, as expected, I was surprised with who I'd find...

"You're not Bee." I said, furrowing my eyebrows at the slightly shorter teenage girl, with curly shoulder-length hair, "And she's not blonde." I noted, glaring over at Peter.

"In my eyes, she is." He replied slyly before walking away.

"I mean clearly you're a light brunette with highlights or blonde streaks, am I right?" I chuckled, watching her.

Blinking, she shook her head, "What are you talking about? Look, I'm not here for a girly chit chat. I've got a friend who wants to speak to you."

I immediatly felt threatened as I stifened my stance, "Who? And about what? And who even are you?!"

"It doesn't matter my name, now c'mon." She said, grabbing at me with her leather-covered hands as she walked me down the pathway to a car that was waiting for us.

"I'm not getting kidnapped, am I?" I asked as I got into the car.

She shook her head, getting in beside me, "Of course not. Who would want to do that?" She smirked.

"You know, words hurt." I mocked, giving a quick smile as I looked her over, "And what are you supposed to be, some sort of eleven year old ninja?!" 

"Eleven?!" She scoffed, "I'm sixteen. And what makes you think I'm a ninja?"

I shrugged, "The way you dress, I suppose." as I took note of her rock-chic type of fashion sense, with her leather jacket and ripped jeans, her fingerless gloves and the choker round her neck. "It's... unique."

"It's the same way everyone dresses in Gotham, have you been living under a rock?" She retorted, glaring at me with wide eyes.

Shaking my head, I replied with a smile, "No... not a rock. But I have been living in Arkham Asylum for the past six months."