Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Twenty - A War Is Coming

With our lips entertwined, I could feel Victor pushing his body up against mine in an attempt to get even closer. Grabbing at the hem of my top, I could tell he wanted this, as I helped to unbuckle his jeans, our lips never separating.

Suddenly, Victor hoisted me into the air and my legs wrapped around his waist as we moved as one to the bedroom.

"Is this... the... plan... then?" I questioned between breaths, finding myself being thrown onto the bed.

"Do you have a problem with it?" Victor smirked, pausing momentarily to take off his shirt as I glared up at his glistening abs.

I shook my head, "Nah-uh." before I found him ontop of me again.

Our heated makeout session was soon unfortunately interrupted by a random call on Victor's phone.

"Don't answer it." I mumbled, pulling him closer by his neck.

He took a quick look at the phone screen, and his emotions quickly changed. Sitting up, he answered the phone.

"What is it?" He asked down the line before sighing, "Yeah, I'll be there."

I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up slightly as he hovered over me, "What's going on?" I wondered once he'd hung up the phone.

"There's someone I need to kill." Victor simply replied, crawling off of me as I reached for his shirt, "You can stay here, if you'd like, I won't be long."

I pouted, "Thanks... You better not be long!" I finished with a wink as I watched him leave. 'I'll miss you' is what I really wanted to say, but something was holding me back. Maybe it was lack of trust, or too much pride, I don't know.

After a while, I was curiously strolling around Victor's apartment, searching for nothing in particular when I came across some old picture albums.

I smiled, looking over the glossy pages and seeing how Victor was as a child.

Why was I doing this? Maybe I was just bored... but something about Victor made me feel special. He made me feel safe. I'd never felt safe since Jerome left...

I admired the old pictures, he really seemed to be a caring young lad. I wondered why he'd ended up how he did...

"Victor!" I heard someone call, bringing me out of my thoughts as I turned away from the albums.

"Penguin?!" I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows in surprise as I saw the short man standing in the door way of the front door, "What are you doing here, I thought you worked for Jeremiah?"

He chuckled slightly, "I thought I told you not to call me that."

Smirking and stiffling a laugh, I looked down, "You're right, I'm sorry, Oswald."

"Thank you!" Oswald smiled, "Now, where is Victor?!"

I shrugged, "He's gone out. Said there was a job he needed to do, why?" I wondered why Oswald was searching for Victor - it made no sense. Victor and Oswald both worked for Jeremiah, didn't they? Were they conspiracing behind his back?

Oswald took a step closer to me, lowering his voice, "There's a war coming. And I need Victor back on my side to make sure I don't lose. Understand?!"

Shaking my head, I simply responded, "No, that actually raises more questions than it answers." 

I noticed Oswald roll his eyes as I moved closer towards him, "Tell me more about this 'war'." I demanded, looking down into his liquidy eyes.

He pulled his lip tight, pausing for a moment before speaking out, "I can't tell you that, I'm afraid. However... it does have something to do with your brother."

I furrowed my eyebrows, crossing my arms, "Jeremiah? What does he know about this?"

To my bewilderment, Oswald burst out in laughter, roaring away as he left.