Gotham One-Shots

Why?

   "Geez dude," You say brushing off your jacket, "You should watch where you're going." He stops, groaning,
   "Thanks to you he's gotten away." He says as he turns back to you,
   "Oh, I'm sorry" You say smirking, "Your date mustn't have liked you that much if he was running away so fast..." He watched as you cover your mouth in attempts to hide your laugh, but the way your eyes shine says it all. He snarls, having wasted time,
   "Do you know who I am?" He asks as his hands slowly moves to his gun. You smile again,
  "Well let's see," You say as begin to walk up to him, "Bald head, tight black clothing, excessive need to stand up straight, also the unnecessary amount of weapons you're able to hold, but you only carry two..." You stop circling him, "You're a..." you pretend to think about it for awhile,
   "I'm a hit-man." He says, clear that he was getting a little agitated, you smile,
   "Ahh, well. Should've known." You backed away, "Well catch ya on the flip side." You knock over the trash can, and the ladder shoots up with you attached to it. Zsasz stares as he watches you run across rooftops and disappear into the night.

   "So I was wondering how much money you think we'd be able to make?" The young girl asks. You look at her, surprised she was there,
   "Cat?" You ask, and as you suspected she turns her head. You smile, and you two go to hug each other, "I'm glad to see you're here." She smiles,
   "So what do you think?" She asks and you stop, but then remembered what she was talking about,
   "Being that we don't get shot?" You ask as you look at the blueprints, "6k. So 1k for all of us." She says, making everyone smile. "I mean it's not much, but for what we're about to complete... Well..." They all nod, and we get started with our plans.

   "What is someone as young as you doing in this club?" A voice calls to you and you smirk, but hide it as you turn around. You frown as you realize who it was,
   "Well, well, well," you say as you sit down your drink, "Looks like you're fulfilling your job." You smile to yourself, "I mean. After all, you are hitting on me." He looks at you, and you can see something in his eye, but you can't seem to place it, but nevertheless you laugh.   "Here." He says as he holds his hand, "let me walk you out." You look at him, biting your lip.
   "Hmmm," you think about the plan, "maybe." You go to pick up your drink again, but he stops you,
   "Henry." He calls the bartender over, looking at you while he speaks, "you shouldn't be serving alcoholic drinks to underage children." He smirks at you, making you frown.
   "But sir," he says and Victor stares him down and you slip away, "yes sir."
   "Now then." He looks at where you were once sitting.
   "That's so cool! You must be really strong. I mean people must admire you a lot, I know I do." He hears you say. Looking around he finds you sitting with Butch. As he walks over to you, and he notices him whisper something to you and both of you laugh.
   "I've been looking everywhere for you." He says and his eyes throw daggers at you, "Sweetheart." You look at him wide eyed. He grabs your arm and both you walk off. You mentally curse to yourself, hoping that something else would keep butch distracted.
   "You left your drink." A girl says to you as you two leave and you look up recognizing her,
   "Get it Ivy." You whisper to her, making sure Victor didn't hear you.

   "So what now?" You ask once you two are outside and you can see his face fall, "you really don't know do you?" You stand there and smile at him, "oh come on sweetheart. Let's go to the movies." You say as you pull his arm. He stands there and composes himself,
   "I pulled you out for your own good. You shouldn't be in there." He says to you,
   "Aww, was little zsasz jealous?" You fake frown at him, "it's okay sweetheart, I'm only yours." You hug him and carefully slip the two guns out of his holsters and take the bullets then put them back. He stiffens, but relaxes, surprising you. You instantly let go and he looks at you puzzled. You two just stand there when a group of people burst out of the club, laughing and cheering. Gun shots are heard, and it rips you both into reality. You run with the group into the escaped vehicles, and Victor automatically starts trying to shoot you guys only to find his guns empty. He looks at you and you smile at him as you guys drive away.

    The sound of a gun cocking wakes you up. Your eyes open up to see a gun in your face.
   "Could you go be a lapdog elsewhere?" You ask as you push the gun out of your face, but then realized you weren't in the warehouse, "Where the hell am I?" You look at him and he puts away his gun,
   "Away." He says as he leaves the room, you follow him hastily,
   "Wait," you say tripping down the stairs, he turns around and looks at you, "I'm okay, just confused. Where am I?" He sighs and sits his guns on the counter and starts rumaging through the fridge,
   "Safe." He says,
   "I don't feel safe. I mean I just woke up with a gun to my head. I mean you could've shot me."
   "But I didn't."
   "But you could've."
   "But I didn't."
   "But you could've."
   "Yes, but I didn't."
   "Why?" You ask throwing him off, he stops eating and stares at you,
   "Because... I don't want to hurt you." He says carefully, and this time it's you who's thrown off,
   "Why?" You ask not knowing what else to say,
   "Because I want you to be safe." He says as he begins to walk closer to you,
   "Why?"
   "Because you stole from Penguin, and I know I'd have to go after you." He looks you in your eyes, "and I don't think I could ever hurt you."
   "Why?"
   "Because I care for you." He says finally. You look up at him, and he kisses you.