Gotham Imagines (Requests Closed)

Assassin (Part Two) // Victor Zsasz

To your shock, he leaves. You then slump on the couch, irritated.

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After what seems like an eternity, you finally get laid-off. Well, you quit. Anyway, Bruce paid you, and released you from the contract.

So, naturally, you go home. You hadn't thought much about the deal you made with Victor, but now you remember. As you sigh heavily, you get your sweet leather jacket, and your weapons, saunter out of your house.

You don't know exactly where he would be, so you go to his bosses place: Falcone Manor. Not really an intimidating place for someone with your skill, but they tried their best. You walk up to the security guard, and ask to see Don Falcone. They let you in.

Falcone sits in a nice chair, in a luxuriously decorated room. You acknowledge him with a nod.

"Don Falcone."

"I am at a disadvantage, I don't know your name."

"Y/N L/N, at your service."

"The, Y/N? The assassin? Why are you here?" His voice is deep.

"I believe that you employ a Victor Zsasz? I'm looking for him."

"Why would you be looking for him?" His eyes narrow, suspicious.

"I'm fulfilling a deal we made." He picks up his phone, and presumably calls him. You swear that you faintly hear 'Funky Town' playing somewhere.

He enters the room shortly after.

Tall-ish, bald, striking. You smirk at his naturally wide eyes.

"I'll leave you to your business. I'm going to check on the chickens." He says to Victor, strolling out.

Victors eyes stare at you, not a hint of emotion. You probably look the same.

"My, my. I wasn't expecting you yet."

"My job ended sooner than I had first thought. Nice, isn't it." You taunt him, and he quirks an eyebrow.

"What? Not happy to see me? Is it 'cause I killed your two lackeys?" You give a little humph of indifference.

"They deserved it. They should've been more alert." 

You think he would be more offended, but, instead, he smiles broadly.

"I agree."

Then he motions to a door, and you follow, at ease. He leads you into a room filled with all of the weapons you could ever want, including a bazooka.

A soft gasp escapes your mouth. You see him watching your reaction, smirking. You fingers trace the hilt of a long sword, feeling the power of the steel. 

Inhaling deeply, you glance at him for permission, at his nod, you pick up the mighty weapon. Thrusting, and blocking an invisible intruder, your are quite pleased with the balance, and force.

"Keep it. It suits you."

"Thanks, I will." You grab the sheath, and put it around your waist, then put the sword in.

"Now what? I mean, what do you even do for Falcone?"

"I gather debts, punish, and enforce his rules. We wait for him to give us an assignment, then we execute it." 

Sounds boring, but hey any excuse to be near him. Wait, no! I didn't mean that! I swear! SHUT UP!  You yell inside your head, regaining a calm appearance.

"Okay."

An hour passes, filled with the almost poetic weapon testing, bringing joy to your heart. Then Zsasz's phone rings, and 'Funky Town' starts playing. You giggle silently, and eagerly await instructions.

"Come on. Time for initiation." He smiles, mesmerizing you.

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So, there's a dude who owes big money, but he can't pay. The job is to punish him, severely.

You go in through the back, stealthily, while Victor barges through the front. Its a small house, but there are a lot of guards, they'll let Zsasz go through because he is known to work for Falcone, but you'll have to use force. 

Finally, whooping bad guys! Or, more like just guys, 'cause I'm not a good guy. . . Whatever, too confusing.

You pull out a small knife, stalking up to a guy with a gun. In a quick jerking motion, his blood spills to the ground, and a quiet gurgling sound greets your ears. 

Moving onto the next victim, you walk soundlessly down a long hall, ending another persons life in the process.

At the room where you can hear Victor threatening the debtor, you pull out the lengthy sword, relishing its power. Walking in casually, you thrust it through another guard, smiling.

The dude Victor is talking to casts his frightened gaze towards to you, as you silently clean off the blood. You meet his eyes with a sick smile, scaring him even more.

"I'LL GET THE MONEY! I SWEAR!" His voice ecstatic with unholy fear.

"You better." Zsasz says in his low voice, slowly. 

Man, he's hot when he's all scary. What! What am I saying? Somethings wrong with me.

Back at the manor, you face him with a passion unlike any other.

"You're good at your job, Zsasz." The closest thing to a compliment you could say.

He swiftly closes the small gap between you, gently kissing your mouth. Then he shoots an observer. You giggle, and kiss him back.

This will definitely be the beginning of a wondrous new job.

A/n -

Hope you all enjoyed! I apologize for the length. Please comment and request something, because I have writer's block! So, I'd appreciate it.

Have a nice night/day/whatever!