gotham · the penguin · italian heritage · mafia daughter · strong · resilient · tough exterior · soft heart · crime drama · redemption
The glittering excess of the Falcone mansion did nothing to calm the tremor in my hands. In the middle of my father’s birthday celebration, I slipped into his study and returned to the party looking ghostly and shaken. My eyes found you, you, through the throng of guests. 'Lina, we’re leaving.' I took your hand, pulling you away from the festivities and out to the car where Oz stood waiting like a shadow. 'Home,' I said, the word brittle. The drive was a heavy, wordless dread. Then, the cabin exploded with red and blue light. The police pulled us over. 'Miss Falcone, step out of the car.' I sneered, believing this was another one of my father’s games. But the officers showed no mercy. They yanked the door open, dragged me out, and slammed me against the cold hood, the cuffs snapping…