Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Twenty One - Feelings Change

It was soon the next day and I couldn't rid this feeling inside nawing away at me. Oswald laughed when I'd said Jeremiah. When he'd told me my brother knew about the 'war' that was ahead of us.

I stood infront of the bathroom mirror in Victor's apartment, glaring into my reflection as I continued my trail of thought.

There was a little thing inside my head whispering to me... maybe there's a possibility that Jerome could still be alive?

Shaking my head, I muttered under my breath, "That's insane... Dead is dead."

I looked back to mirror, looking deeply into my eyes as I wondered what was coming.

"Victor..." I mumbled, fixing my hair as I strolled carefully into the living room to where he sat in his chair, reading a newspaper, "You don't think... there could be any chance... of... Jerome still being alive? Do you?"

"No." Victor simply replied, his focus still in the black and white pages, "He's dead. Though, the man who killed your brother did also 'kill' Penguin once before."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I sat opposite him, "Jim Gordon didn't kill Penguin... He's still alive."

Victor closed his newspaper and placed it aside, "But that's what everyone thought. Jim made it seem as though he did kill Penguin, and everyone believed it. For months."

I blinked, trying to come to terms with what Victor was saying. Was he suggesting that Jim Gordon could've done the same with Jerome? Just made everyone think he was dead? 

I readjusted my posture, forgetting about the flying thoughts in my mind. I didn't want to build my hopes up. Afterall; it had taken me a long time to mourn his death, and I wouldn't want to go through it again.

"Anyway," I said, changing the subject slightly, "You know how my brother died? Well, I want Jim Gordon to die in the same way. Are you going to help me?"

"I'll help," Victor responded, moving closer to me, "On one condition."

"Which is?" I wondered, watching his eyes as he leaned in towards me.

He smiled, his eyes darting between mine, "If you'll go on a date with me."

I instantly began blushing at his words, pulling back and laughing it off slightly. I thought, this man really does have an odd sense of humor. 

Only, he wasn't joking. 

Which just made me feel incredibly more uncomfortable. I'd never felt this feeling before and I guess it shocked me...

Why did he care so much for me?

I grinned, chuckling with tears in my eyes as I attempted my best to keep myself together, "Yes, alright, I'll go on a date with you."

The rest of the day was quite pleasant, with our date as the highlight for the evening.

Victor and I shared stories of our childhood, both miserable, as we had ourselves a nice meal in an Italian restaurant within the city.

For the rest of the time spent, we discusses ways of getting rid of Jim Gordon. Victor had mentioned the use of tear gas and a shooting inside the GCPD which sounded almost perfect to me.

As far as first dates go, my first date, it wasn't half bad.