Penguin's Majesty

Prologue

When I was younger I thought I had everything a little girl could want. A castle (mansion), a pony, all the playmates I could ever want. Fancy dresses that made me feel like a princess. Later on though I finally had common sense. I didn't live in a castle, but a mansion. I didn't have playmates, I had maids and butlers, I had all the things money could buy. I had everything, and yet I had nothing.
No one. My mom and dad were too busy to be with me. Busy with what? I don't know. I didn't have the one thing I wanted. Love....

As I grew older I was forced by my parents to go to the Wayne's charity ball every year. Of course my parents would put on a show for everyone around them. They played the part of loving and doting parents, while I had to play the perfect and grateful daughter. People would come up to us and tell me how lucky I was to have such loving parents. Or how my mom and dad were a blessing to Gotham City. So many things I didn't care for. And yet no one noticed how fake it all really was.

No one asked me, how was your evening? Or anything, they only really adresses my parents. Unlike Bruce Wayne. They all went up to him trying to have conversations with the young Wayne. I, however, had the short end of it all. And as soon as we got home, my parents would often disappear again. Off to who knows where.

I began to grow bitter and then one day I decided enough was enough. I was going outside and never coming back. Let's just say that wasn't the best plan. Before I had even gotten a mile away, a black limousine pulled up and dragged me back home. There my parents told me I would never leave the house again.

For years I was stuck inside my home. My mansion, my own hell, my prison...
Sure sure, I was rich and I could have nearly anything I wanted but.... I didn't want that. I wanted friends, I wanted a real family, I wanted love.

My butler and maid were the only ones to ever show me even the littlest bit of love. They didn't care what my parents said. And seeing as how my parents didn't really keep tabs on me, or check in. They would take me to town sometimes. But after a couple of years my parents began to notice. And they were both fired. Sure I got a new butler and maid. But they were like statues. They didn't show any emotion. Sympathy or empathy. Nothing. They would act as though they only exist to do as I wish, more like meet my parents expectations.

I was now 16. And I still haven't been outside since I was 9. I was beginning to think I would be forever bound to this place. Never having any real human contact with the exception of the staff and the little interactions I get from my parents.

A few more years passed and my parents died. In their will they left everything to me. I was surprised to say the least. After neglecting, tormenting, criticizing me for years they would leave me... everything.

So here I was a 19 year old young lady with no parents and a fortune. I decided since they were gone. No one could tell me I couldn't go outside. So I ordered my butler Gerald to take me to town.

However he refused and said I was meant to stay inside.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! MY PARENTS ARE GONE! THEIR NOT COMING BACK! I CAN DO AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE!!!"

"Madam I implore you to reconsider. If you don't I may have to result in extremities."

"WAS THAT A THREAT?!! JASON!!! RILEY!!!" I called my guards. "GERALD YOU ARE HEREBY FIRED FROM YOUR POSITION AS MY BUTLER!!! gentlemen please remove him from the premises at once."

"Yes ma'am!" Said Jason.

"Yes Miss!" Answered Riley.

"And while your at it please find me a new butler! Someone like Fergus Osborne. Better yet get him for me!"

Fergus Osborne was my old butler, the one my parents had fired for taking me out to town.

An hour later my guards had returned with saddened expressions.

"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"Are you all right?"

"Sorry ma'am..." Jason says barely above a whisper.

"He's gone miss, Fergus Osborne passed away four months ago." Riley said with a quiver in his voice.

Tears came to my eyes.

Fergus was like a father figure to me and the rest of the staff. Especially the younger ones. If he died four months ago then that means he was 86 years old.

"Very well then.." I trembled. "P-please s-send my- my co-condolences t-to his fa-family..." I finished now full on crying.

I decided I would retire for the day as I was now craving sleep. I wanted to sleep the pain away... and I did just that.