Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Prologue

Prologue

Dacey's POV:

I am walking up the highway. I have a bag on my back and my heels are digging into the back of my feet as I have been walking for the past ten miles. I have only been away from my own hometown for a year. My mother sent me to college for a better education than she had in Gotham. She owns a bar you see and I'm just her little baby girl. As I come up to a holt I notice a black van passing through the parts. It stops right in front of me. I look and study the van. I notice that it has a logo on the side that I know all too well. The window to the vehicle drops down revealing a man. He is a big man with white hair. I look into his eyes and he smiles kindly at me.

"Now what is a pretty lady as yourself doing out here in the cold?" He asks me. I grin at him and then reply.

"Well you see sir, I have walked a long way to get to the outskirts of Gotham. I have just graduated from college and I was returning home. But on the way back I was robbed," I act all innocent. This wasn't all a lie but I was robbed until I found the son's of bitch's who stole from me and then I killed them. I want to return home because of the police back there. I glance into the man's eyes and he smiles at me.

"Well then if Gotham is where you want to be then I must insist that you travel with me," He suggests. I smile brightly at him bearing my white teeth.

"Why thank you Mr?" I already know his name but he doesn't know me. He opens the other side of the van and I hop in. Yes, a fact for life, never go into a strangers car, you never know if they're a crime boss or not. Well, in this case, I threw the life lesson out of the window. I close the door behind me and he answers.

"Don Falcone, miss?" He trails on. I look at him and place my seat belt into the holder.

"Miss Strike. Dacey Strike at your service sir," I say. He smiles at me.

"Well, Miss Strike off to Gotham," The ride is a peaceful one. Falcone never asked many questions except maybe why I was here? and who I was staying with?

I answer him as though he was another victim of the war. I lie and tell him that I was staying with a friend from the police department. He nods his head and stops outside the station. He opens the door for me as I get out.

"Thank you for the ride, Mr Falcone, I hope we see each other again," I fake a smile and he nods his head.

"Till we meet again Miss Strike." He then drives off.

I pick up my bag and walk away from the police department and make my way to the corner of the street.

As I turn the corner, I knock into someone. I look up and see a man with black hair and an umbrella in his hand. He looks at me and then says.

"Terribly sorry, I didn't see you there," His voice is a bit shaky.

"Nahhh... Forget about it. I walked into you and for that I am sorry," I apologise sincerely.

Something about this man intrigues me. He looks at me and gives a small smile.

"Well thank you, Miss, for apologizing, I must go or I will be late," He informs me trying not to sound rude. I nod my head understanding and walk away from him.

I watch as he leaves off into the distance. He has a limp as he walks. Who was this man? I think to myself as I walk across the foul streets avoiding traffic.

I come to a stop at the building in front of me. 

I look up at it and I smile.  

This time it was a genuine smile.