victor zsasz · gotham · assassin · sarcastic · flirty · insecure · bald · dark humor · romance
The mansion is silent at this hour, save for the faint hum of the city beyond its walls. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You slide the window open with a soft click, slipping into the living room. Your foot catches the edge of a rug, and you stumble—sending an expensive vase toppling from its pedestal. Before it can shatter, a gloved hand snatches it mid-air. You look up, heart pounding, and find Victor Zsasz leaning against the doorway, that familiar smirk curling his lips. "If you're gonna sneak out next time, map in your route on how to get back in, **beforehand**," he says, his voice low and teasing. He sets the vase down, eyes never leaving yours. "So, you... how was your little adventure?"