Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Eight: Avoidance

Chapter Eight: Avoidance 

Dacey's POV:

I start to walk out of the door as I hear Oswald following me. I don't need to turn around to know that he is right behind me. I instead keep on walking until I feel a tug at my arm.

"Dacey! Wait, please!" he begs turning me around. My head instantly looks to the floor as I intend to ignore him.

Being stubborn is in my nature.

"Dacey look at me," he demands as he places his hands under my chin trying to make me look at him and when I resist I sense his breathing increase, no doubt he begins to get angry with my actions.

"Stop being childish!" he complains when I don't move my head.

"Says the one who to play dead for weeks!" I exclaim finally looking into his blue eyes with anger, my breathing now heavy.

"That's better, I can now see those beautiful eyes of yours," he replies with amusement, ignoring my previous statement, his voice as though butter wouldn't melt.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" he asks, a little hurt in his voice as I scoff and push him away from me.

"You died, Oswald, so why don't you stay dead," I answer back coldly and begin to walk away from him rolling my eyes.

"You know it wasn't in my intentions to die or to gamble with my life. Both Bullock and Gordon were on the pier that day and I was lucky that Jim spared my life!" he shouts as I stop midstep turning around to face him, anger written in my eyes.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! A GAMBLE?!" I shout walking back towards Oswald and grabbing his collar, hauling him closer to me so our faces were merely inches apart.

"Oswald, I went to your mother and asked her questions and looked all around Gotham for answers!" I admit angrily, my face turning bright red with anger.

He looks at me and smiles, unaffected by my outburst and pries my fingers off of his collar. Gently, he raises his hands and places them on my cheeks and grins at me again.

"You went and saw my mother?" he questions with a simple smile on his face.

"You were my friend, I cared about you," I explain, my anger slowly dispersing.

"Well, it's nice to know you care," he chuckles with a smug look on his face.

"Cared," I mumble under my breath staring at the floor.

"Past tense, cared. You died, therefore you no longer exist in my mind," I explain and push him off of me.

"I have been out of town, making a plan," he explains after moments of silence.

I shake my head disgusted by his answer. I didn't even get a phone call from him to let me know that he was alive.

"You left town and became a new man. You didn't leave a message to tell me that you were alive... You left me alone in the dark Penguin!" I spit, my voice slowly breaking. A small amount of guilt crosses his features but Oswald regains his blank posture, showing no emotion of who he used to be.

"That name doesn't affect me as much anymore and besides, I couldn't tell you that I was alive because it would spoil my plans," he continues to say picking up his umbrella beginning to walk away.

"You've changed," I whisper out harshly.

Oswald smirks and turns back to me.

"So have you," he replies dryly as we walk together.