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The Penguin and the Raven	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the morning when I wake up
Got this feeling deep inside
And I wonder if I'm dying
Or I'll go out of my mind
Winter, Judas Priest
“Thanks for taking me out.” I wrapped my arms around Oz’s neck, pulling him close. “I had a really good time.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed.” He softly kissed me. “I’m going to be pretty busy this week, but I’ll call as soon as I can. And I’ll definitely be there to see you sing on Friday.”
“Alright, I’ll see you soon.” I turned to walk inside the building, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back to kiss me again.
“See you soon.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, then let me go.
I headed up to the apartment, finding that Mol was still asleep. So I quietly crept to my room to shower. Still running on the high of a good night, I stood under the water and thought about the past few days.
By the time I came out, Molly was up and making coffee. She grinned at me when she saw me walk in.
“Well?” She asked, pouring a coffee for me too.
“Well what?” I asked innocently, sitting down at the bench.
“Don’t be smart.” She laughed. “How did it go?”
“He was really sweet. You know how I get when I’m around art, but he was really interested and kept asking questions.”
“Aww, I’m glad you had a good time. I’m going out with Danny today, but we’ll hang out and watch a movie tonight. Sound good?”
I nodded, watching her walk to her room.
He pushed his thoughts of her aside, preparing himself for what he was about to do. This city had ruined his family and his life, and he was going to make them pay, one person at a time. Starting with Falcone, he thought, as he pulled on his mask.
I sat on the couch with what was my third coffee of the morning, turning the TV on. There wasn’t much that I felt like doing that day, but I figured I should pretend to adult and watch the news.
“Breaking News.” The reporter began. “Carmine Falcone was allegedly murdered today, in his cell, by a sergeant of the GCPD. We will bring you more news as we have it, but there have been rumours of a drug leading to this killing.”
My eyes went wide in shock, and I changed to another channel, then another. Every channel was saying the same thing. My boss had just been murdered.
Before I even had a chance to think, my phone began to ring. When I saw it was Molly, I picked up right away.
“Did you see the news?” She asked.
“I wish I didn’t, but yeah. What do we do now?”
“Butch called and said that someone was already stepping in to take over. We’re supposed to just go to work like normal. He said you can still sing on Fridays and everything.”
I was quiet for a moment, anxious about everything. “Alright then. I guess we’ll see what happens when we go in tomorrow.”
“Hey, don’t be too worried, okay? We’ll work it out.” Her caring tone helped me calm down a little. “I know that you’re going to worry about ending up on the street again, but I promise I won’t let that happen.”
“I know. I’ll be alright.”
“Do you need me to come home?”
“No, enjoy yourself! I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Call me if you need anything. Love you, girl.”
“Love you too.”
“Are you sure about this, Boss?” One of the men asked him, as they walked into the Skyline Club.
“Are you questioning me?” He replied, looking down his nose at them.
There was silence, and he turned to enter the office. He knew the evidence was in there somewhere, and he was going to find it, even if it took all day.
“How are you feeling?” Molly asked, as we dropped our stuff in the staffroom.
“Better. It’s just so hard when I don’t have control over what’s going on, you know?”
She opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened, and one of the bartenders looked in.
“Bree, the new boss wants to see you in the office before you start.” He said, before leaving.
I turned to Mol, trying to hold in my anxiety. “Now, I feel worse again.”
“I’m sure it will be fine. He’s probably just trying to meet everyone.” She pulled me in for a hug. “Better get up there.”
Nodding, I tied on my apron and walked through the club, heading up the stairs. I was hoping that she was right, that maybe he was just going to introduce himself to each worker, and thought this was the best way.
The door to the office was open, and I stepped inside, looking around. When I saw who was at the window, I hesitated and almost panicked, feeling the blood draining from my face.
“Oz?” I breathed. “Is this a joke?”
He turned to face me, shaking his head. “No, love. It’s not.”
“So you were here on Friday to what, case the club?” I wrapped my arms around myself protectively.
“Something like that.”
“And you had my boss killed.”
“Yes.”
I turned to leave, not willing to deal with this right then. Suddenly he was behind me, reaching over my head to push the door shut. Turning back, I pressed myself against the wood of the door, trying to be as far from him as possible.
“Where do I fit into this?” I asked. “Was I just an alibi?”
“You… were not part of the plan at all.” He reached out to touch my face, but I flinched away from him.
“I need to get to work.” Pushing him away, I fled the room.
I managed to keep myself together as I walked past the bar, but as soon as I got into the staff room I began to shake. There was nothing that could have prepared me for what I’d just heard and as I sat on the floor, I had no idea what to do.
“Bree?”
I looked up to find Mol standing there.
“What happened?” She crouched down to me. “You walked past so quickly.”
“Oz happened.” I whispered.
“Did he dump you?”
I gave her an incredulous look. “No. He had Falcone killed… He’s the boss now.”
“Oh… shit…” She exhaled slowly. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. Do you think you can make it through the shift?”
“Yeah.”
“In that case, we’re gonna work this shift, go home, get super drunk and sort this out. Sound good?”
I nodded, letting her help me off the floor.
“To work then. No more thinking about him for a while. If he comes down, I’ll serve him. You just do your work as best you can.”
Following her out to the main area, where it was just starting to get busy. I threw myself into my work, going from table to table, picking up empties and placing down orders. I’d been a server for long enough to know how to fake a smile when I needed to, and after a while, I almost convinced my own mind that everything was okay.
I carried a tray of drinks to a table of men near the back of the club, placing them down. They were all people I’d definitely seen a few times, but not often enough to call them regulars or even know their names.
“Enjoy your drinks, boys.” I picked up my tray. “Call me over if you need anything else.”
Walking back to bar, I hesitated when I saw Oz coming down the stairs. Mol saw him too, and shook her head, gesturing for me to come over.
“I’ll deal with this, just go keep working. Butch is in the back room and wanted to talk to you about something.” She handed me a drink that I recognised as Butch’s favourite.
I took it, and headed into the private back room. Butch was seated in the booth, reading something on his phone.
“Molly said you asked for me?” I placed the drink down in front of him.
“Why did the new boss call you into his office?” He asked.
“I don’t see how…”
“Don’t play dumb, Bree. Everyone knows you went out with him.” He looked up at me. “Did you know what he was going to do?”
I shook my head. “I only just found out it was him. I’ve known him for a few days, it’s not like we’re best friends or anything. You know I would tell you if I knew anything.”
He was quiet for a moment and I rested my arm on the side of the booth
“He’s the only person who ever managed to even injure Falcone, let alone kill him.” I commented. “Maybe it won’t be so bad.”
“I know.”
“This is going to be a weird time, and I know you were close to Falcone. Just do the best you can.” I brushed myself down. “I need to get back to work. If you need anything, you know you can always call.”
I left the room, thankful when I saw that Oz was gone. I really didn’t want to talk to him yet. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the bar, waiting for Molly to be free. She saw me coming, and came over.
“That was quick.” She placed some drinks on the tray for me. “What did Butch want?”
“He asked if I’d known that Oz was going to kill Falcone.” I sighed. “I told him I just found out now. What did Oz want?”
“He asked for you, and I told him that if you decided you wanted to talk to him, you would call.” She reached for my hand, softly giving it a squeeze. “Whatever you do, I’ll support you, but it’s not like the guys you’ve dated before weren’t into killing as well.”
“I know. But we both know it isn’t about that.” I gave her a small smile, then carried my tray of drinks to the table they were for.
I’m honestly not sure how, but I made it through the rest of the shift without anything else going wrong. Finally I could go home, and just not even think about anything. I picked up my bag from the staff room, then stepped behind the bar again.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” I gave Mol a big hug.
She warned me to stay safe, then shoved me toward the door. I pulled on my coat and walked outside, trying to keep warm in the cold weather. It was just the start of winter, and I had a bad feeling that snow was only a few days out. Snow meant we couldn’t walk to work, which meant spending money on taxis.
Stepping inside the building, I was thankful for heating. Not as thankful as I was about to be for hot water, but thankful nonetheless.
He watched her walking down the street, wondering if he should have told her the truth earlier. The way she’d blanked him and just left the room, it had hurt him more than he was willing to admit.
As he climbed into his limo, giving his driver instructions, he knew he would somehow win her back. His plan for Gotham was in motion now, and he had a little time to start working on her. She was going to reveal her secret to him, he was sure of it.
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