Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Four: Running

Chapter Four: Running

Dacey's POV:

It is my time.

Not my time to die but my time to run and never look back.

For the past year, I have been running and now I just need to continue with my journey. The war is coming close so close that anyone can see it happening. I can already sense the tension between each criminal gang in Gotham from the Maroni's to the Falcone's, I know it will end in blood, this is Gotham, it always does.

Oswald has gone, so my first priority is the find his killer and then resume back with my original mission on why I came back to Gotham.

I walk down the streets of Gotham and push my way through the crowds making my way to an old apartment building. Walking up the old staircase, I finally arrive at the door I was destined to be at. My knuckles gently rap at the door and seconds later, the door opens to reveal an old lady with wispy white hair, wearing a long lace dress.

"Gertrude Kapelput?" I question kindly as she studies me.

"Y... Yes?" the lady asks with an anxious look on her face.

"My name is Detective Strike of the Gotham City Police Department, may I come in?" I ask as I take my ID card out of my pocket, confirming my character.

Miss Kapelput nods her head and slowly pulls the door towards her letting me walk into the small apartment.

"Why is a Detective like you here?" she asks, biting on her nails nervously as I notice she is still cautious about me being here.

"Miss Kapelput, I am afraid to be the bearer of bad news," I begin to say as she takes a seat in one of the chairs in the living room of the apartment.

"Bad news?" she asks as I nod my head sadly. I take a seat next to her, my body facing her as I close my eyes and take a deep breath in.

"Miss Kapelput, I am sorry to inform you, but your son, Oswald Cobblepot has murdered," I tell her softly as I watch shock cover her face.

"M... M... My Oswald?" she stutters as I nod my head gently watching a tear fall from her eye.

"Yes, Kapelput I am afraid so," as I watch her soak in the information, she stands to her feet shakily before walking into what I presume to be a small kitchen in this flamboyant apartment.

"Would you like a drink, Detective?" she calls from the kitchen as I let a small smile grace my face.

"If you wouldn't mind, Miss Kapelput," I reply as I slowly stand to my feet looking around the apartment.

"Do you have sugar in your tea?" she calls as I look at the door leading to the other room.

"Can I have two please," I respond as she walks into the room with a tray in her hands, a china tea set placed delicately on the tray.

"I believe you have come here for a reason Detective, my son has died and I presume that you would like to ask me some questions?" she queries, placing the tray down on a small coffee table as I nod my head in response to her question.

"If you wouldn't mind Miss Kapelput," I reply as I notice her hands begin to shake. I walk over to her and place my hands gently on hers and take the teapot out of her hands and pour us each a cup of tea.

"You're a good girl, I can tell, but such a terrible past. I am glad you were the one to come to me instead of the other police in this city, you cannot trust them," she says quietly as she smiles looking at me.