Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter one: Back in Gotham

Chapter one: Back in Gotham 

Dacey's POV:

I sit down at a table with my mother, well my adoptive mother. She took me in as a baby, she told me that someone important gave her to me because they knew she would care for as her own and she kept that promise. 

"So what brings you back home?" she asks as she stirs the small red straw which rippled in her cocktail glass as I take a sip of my own drink, nursing the glass. 

"Well, I graduated from college, just like you told me to," I answer her, this was a lie. I knew my mother always wanted me to leave this city and to go to college and explore the world, do things that she knew could. She wanted me safe and out of this city for very good reasons. 

So my lie wasn't entirely wrong, I did graduate from college but it wasn't the reason I was back in this dreadful city. No, that was something else entirely different. 

"You smell different... Different perfume?" she continues to question as I raise my brow. She knew something had changed about me, she always did. It was as though my own mother had some sixth sense I didn't know about. It must be the maternal instincts. 

"Maybe a different girl I knew a year ago?" she suggests confirming what I had just thought. 

"Well you can't talk, you now have a bright red streak in your hair," I say referring to the newly dyed streak of red hair in her fringe. 

"Why the change?" she asks as I look at my drink in my hands and swirl the liquid around gently watching the small tidepool be created. 

"You know when you find someone and decide to settle down with them? They ask you to marry them and you say yes. You're in a loving relationship and then out of the blue you find out that they'd been cheating on you with your best friend... well that's how I feel," I spit each word coming out of my mouth a lie. 

I pick up my glass and raise it to my lips downing all of the liquid, letting the burn momentarily consume me, making me forget. Lying had become so easy for me these days that I managed to trick myself into believing the lie I told to save me the pain of the reality. 

"Where is he? So that I can teach him a lesson?" she asks me darkly, her eyes darkening as she swirls the red substance around in her glass. 

I don't say anything and just sat at my empty glass. 

"Well? What did you do to him, Dacey?... Kill him?" she asks chuckling lightly and when I don't respond she gasps.

"You did what?" her response is of a surprise but no disappointment in her words. 

I'll let her believe the little tale that she created herself, it's a lot easier than explaining why I was really here and telling her the truth. 

"Surprised mother?... So was he when he drank the drink I poisoned in front of me. I watched his last breaths fall from his body and took satisfaction from them," I explain partially lying. No, I didn't kill him but I did watch as he took his last breaths, I did watch as he held onto me as my own tears fell on his face.

"That's why I came back. I left that apartment and never looked back. I came back home to you," I explain as she nods her head with a small smile gracing her lips. 

My mother doesn't say anything to me for a moment until she notices that I only have one bag with me. 

"So what happened to your bags?" she asks as I look down at my one bag. 

Flashes of the man who stole them begging for their lives as I plummeted my blade into their bodies comes across in my mind as I chuckle mentally. Now them, I did kill. I can't stand rude people and what they did was very rude.