#victor zsasz bop imagine

[luminnara]

Scars | BOP Zsasz x reader

Victor Zsasz thinks he kills you but finds out you survived. Now, he thinks you’re the only one worthy enough to carry his child...

Wait but like this is hot…..,,,,,

Warnings: nsfw, dubcon? Gothamites bein gothamites, violence, gore, breeding kink, possibly impregnation, mutiliation, scars, knifeplay, bloodplay

It was all a blur.

A flash of gold.

The cold steel of a knife blade.

A cruel, crooked laugh.

And pain, so much pain, searing hot as it spread across your body. But you couldn’t scream, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything at all. And then the nothingness, sweet bliss as you drifted off, body flooding with adrenaline as you bled out there in the street.

You woke to the bright lights of a hospital room, and you couldn’t possibly understand why.

Why were you there? You shouldn’t be there. For some reason, you’d already resigned yourself to never waking again. Did you die? …did you come close to it? You couldn’t remember. Everything hurt, but when you came to, you were confused.

Apparently something did happen, though, because everyone is asking you about it. Gotham City PD. Two nurses. The priest Who’d apparently read you your last rites the night before. It was a miracle you survived, apparently. By all accounts, you shouldn’t have. As far as everyone was concerned, you should have been dead.

You weren’t sure if that was inspirational or not. Even now, during another round of questioning—hopefully the last one before they give up—you can’t tell if you should be glad or scared to be alive.

“Can you remember what happened?”

The answer was always no.

You tell them you think you were attacked. You tell them you don’t know why or who or where. All you can remember is being stabbed, and then waking up in the hospital.

And that’s never enough, and the cop sighs and shakes his head and mumbles something before leaving you alone finally.

But really, what is questioning you going to do? You know they’ll never catch the guy. They never really do. Sometimes they put them in Arkham, but there are so many breakouts these days it feels like they should just mark them on the calendar.

So you stay in the ICU, trying not to think about the hoarse laugh and the blade carving away at you. Images haunt your dreams, sometimes even while you’re awake, and it’s terrifying. You want to be able to close your eyes and forget, but you can’t.

And at the same time, you want to remember. A part of you wants to know who it was. 

Why?

You should want to turn your back on it. Move on. Return to your old life. Everybody pities you and tells you that pretty soon, it’ll all be in the past, and you won’t have to worry…but you aren’t quite sure what it is you should be worried about now, and you aren’t quite sure if that’s good or bad.

A few weeks later, you’re out of Gotham General completely. All of your stitches are out. You’ve got an array of huge scars on your torso and neck. But you’re free to return home, and when you do, you stay there a while. What do you do now? What can you possibly do? Everything feels…odd. Different.

You have your groceries delivered for a while and stay inside. You aren’t sure if you’re afraid of being attacked on the street if you go out, or if you just want the peace and quiet of your shitty little East End apartment. Sometimes, you go out and sit on your fire escape, but that’s about it for those first couple weeks of freedom.

The rest of the time, you’re inside, staring at your reflection.

There are so many scars now. Everyone in the hospital tried suggesting different aftercare creams for them, things that would make them fade away…but you can’t stop looking at them. They’re huge and jagged, running down your throat, across your chest, your cheek…the scar tissue is angry and raised and a different shade than the skin around it, and you find yourself tracing the lines, day in and day out.

They’re beautiful.

Why? You don’t really know. Was your brain broken from the trauma? Maybe. You don’t really have any idea how that sort of thing works. All you know is that you could have died, but you didn’t. Was there a reason for that? You’re not so sure you believe in fate, but there’s something almost divine about those scars that you focus on so intently now.

You want to know who gave them to you. Who took their blade and plunged it into your flesh so artfully. But you can never remember the face of your attacker, only a hoarse laugh and the glint of a gold tooth.

So you try not to get too fixated on it. You wonder if you’re sliding off the deep end, and try to distract yourself.

At the two week mark, a full fourteen days after being released from the hospital, you finally decide to venture out for a quick trip to the store. The weather is warm, and when you dress, you hesitate. You suppose you should cover up those scars, but you don’t want to. It’s a nice day, and you’ve got a second chance at life to seize, right? So you wear a low cut shirt perfect for soaking up as much sun as possible, even though it exposes so much skin.

The East End isn’t known for being Gotham’s nicest neighborhood. There are penthouses, yes, but not like the really nice ones. In the East End, they belong to unsavory characters, mob bosses like Roman Sionis. Everyone knows who they are, and everyone smart knows who to stay away from. You’ve lived there your entire adult life, and you consider yourself pretty good at surviving in Gotham. Hell, you couldn’t even be murdered successfully.

The sun is shining when you finally emerge from your apartment building, and the street feels alive. People are everywhere—smoking on their stoops, chatting on the corner, arguing with cops over busted parking meters. During the day, when it’s like this, it’s hard to believe that Gotham is such a rough place.

Until you spot the familiar sight of faces covered in clown paint, and you remember where you are. The Joker’s goons linger around places they aren’t even supposed to be, and no one does anything about it because they’re afraid. Roman Sionis tolerates them in his neighborhood, and it’s not like any normal person can get rid of them, so you’re used to seeing them clustered around on the streets, getting into shit and causing problems. As you pass by, you expect them to do something—yell, grab you, throw a rock—but instead, they just stare.

And you aren’t sure why.

One of them, who could pass for their leader, is staring at your throat, and something like recognition sparks in his eyes. His brows shoot up in surprise as he looks back up at your face, and you don’t stick around to find out why. All you know is that it’s nice to be able to walk right past them without any trouble.

Maybe the scars are enough to deter them. Maybe you look super badass now, and they don’t think you’re worth messing with. If that was the case, then you loved them even more.

When you go to the store, though, you realize everyone—all the normal people—are looking at you with pity. They’re clucking their tongues and shaking their heads and telling you they’re so sorry about what happened, but that they’re so glad you’re alive. The city just isn’t how it used to be, they say. It’s dangerous now.

You aren’t so sure that’s a new thing for Gotham.

You buy your things and you carry them back home, passing the same goons and receiving the same stares. They actually step out of your way when they see you coming.

It feels good.

When you get back to your apartment, you drop your bags and go straight to the mirror. Your fingers trace over the raised scars as you try to understand them. You can’t bring yourself to feel anything like pity or sadness about them, especially not now that you’re so curious. There’s almost a pattern, as if these scars are more akin to handwriting than random strokes of a knife.

If it’s handwriting, then can those goons out on the street read it?

What does it say?

You spend the rest of the day staring and tracing and staring and tracing, memorizing every millimeter of your scars. You want to know who carved them into you. You aren’t even afraid anymore.

Little do you know that Victor Zsasz, Roman Sionis’s right hand man, infamous Gotham serial killer and murderer for hire, is standing right across the street, looking up at your window.

——————————————————————

Zsasz was surprised to see his work alive and walking around.

It doesn’t usually do that.

Roman was in a good mood, and after spending some time at the docks peeling some faces off, he gave Zsasz the rest of the day off. Zsasz isn’t very good at taking breaks, though, and found himself milling about the East End, smoking and absorbing the mood that came with Gotham’s nicest weather in an while. He didn’t stray far from the Black Mask, knowing that he needed to be close if Roman decided he needed him—and Roman always needed him—but the East End was busy enough that he kept himself occupied.

People watching was his favorite sport. Not because he actually liked people or cared about their lives, but because he liked knowing where everyone was and where they were going and whether he thought they would be easy to kill or not. He sometimes liked guessing how much money they had or what they did for a living, but that was more predatory than benign when it came to Zsasz, and he knew it.

He was watching a girl pick someone’s pocket when he noticed group movement across the street and his attention drifted towards it. A whole little pack of clowns had been lurking around, and while they annoyed Victor, there wasn’t much he could do about it without pissing Roman off. He expected to see them beating the shit out of someone like usual, but was surprised to find that they were actually stepping aside for someone to pass—

And then he realized he recognized who it was.

You.

You, who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up at the end of his blade.

You, who he had left bleeding out in alley, moments from death, the light fading from your eyes.

You, who was somehow up and walking around in a way that people rarely did after a run in with Victor Zsasz.

He was impressed.

He was obsessed.

He was following you home, far enough away that you’d never notice. He watched you slip through your building’s front door, and then saw you through a window a few floors up.

And he knew he had to see you again.

The next night as you’re trying to fall asleep, you hear a bump on your fire escape.

You try to ignore it. It’s probably just a cat or any one of Gotham’s weird vigilantes running around.

There are no more noises, and you relax again, reminding yourself that you’re safe in your apartment. You absentmindedly trace one of your scars.

And Zsasz is there, watching you from the doorway. And he’s wondering if he should kill you, finish what he started. After all, he had added a tally mark onto himself for you. Because you had been dead.

But now, you’re not dead. He can hear you breathing. He can see your fingers running along one of the many scars he had given you. Do you like them? Do you really? Do you like them as much as he does? Because he thinks they look good on you, and he wants to give you more…and he wants to feel you cutting him open, too.

You hear a footstep and your eyes fly open, and suddenly, there he is. The man who’s plagued your thoughts ever since you woke up in the hospital. The man whose face you couldn’t remember. He’s there, in your room with you, and you just stare at him, not screaming, not trying to run. You just stare.

Because you’re not sure if you’re afraid of him or not.

He stares back for a long moment.

Victor Zsasz has killed and tortured so many people. He’s seen so many in their final moments. He considers himself an expert on human emotions, even if he doesn’t really understand them all himself. You should be screaming, threatening him or begging for your life, but you’re not. You’re just watching him, and he’s just watching you.

And then you finally break the ice.

“Who are you?” You breathe.

He takes a step forward. In the glow of the city lights through your window, you can see the scars on his face and you think they’re something akin to handsome.

“How’d you survive?” He asks. His voice is rough and hoarse, as if he doesn’t use it much.

“Answer my question.”

“You first.”

You shrug and pull your knees up to your chest. “I woke up in the hospital. I don’t really know what happened.”

“What do you remember?”

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Be a good girl and I might.”

His tone sends a shiver up your spine. “I just remember flashes of it. Not very much.”

He grunts, sounding almost disappointed.

“I kind of wish I did, though.”

Zsasz tilts his head and takes another step towards you. “Why?”

“Because…” you don’t know how to explain your feelings, especially not to someone who had most definitely tried to murder you once already. “Because I’ve spent hours staring at these scars, and I wish I knew what made them.”

Your words resonate with Zsasz, and before you know it, he’s kneeling on the bed. There’s a knife in his hand, the blade wickedly sharp, and he looks at you with a serious expression.

“This.” He says in that raw voice of his. “This is what made them.”

You look between him and the knife slowly before you settle on his face. “Did it make those, too?”

He blinks in surprise. “Some.”

“How many do you have?”

“A lot.”

“Is there one for me?”

You’re not stupid. You can see the tally marks on his chest, and you can put two and two together to guess what they’re for. It seems so obvious to you that you have to stop and wonder if you’ve truly gone off the deep end, being able to think like a probably serial killer like this.

“Right here.” He uses the knife to point to a line above his collar bone. “You should be dead.”

You swallow hard, wondering if it’s time to be afraid yet.

Instead of plunging his blade into you, though, he puts it down on the bed and crawls over you, invading your personal space until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips. He’s just staring into your eyes and you’re staring back, and for a long moment, you remain that way—until he grabs you by the throat and pulls you forward, claiming you in a harsh kiss.

It’s hungry, as if he’s starving. Zsasz is ravenous, and he needs more of you. As you kiss back, his hands follow your scars down and he pauses to pull your shirt off before continuing, and it’s only a few moments before you’re completely bare. He leans back, studying you, appreciating his work. He reflects on how he could have done better, if only he had known how he’d be feeling now.

“H-How did you find me?” You ask as he stares.

“Saw you in the street.” He says absentmindedly, tracing a scar on your pelvis.

You shiver, and he notices.

“You, um…live around here?” You ask. Shit, that sounded so lame! What the hell was wrong with you? You get a hot guy in your bed and that’s all you can come up with? You’re pissed at yourself.

He nods. “With Roman.”

“Roman? Roman…Sionis?”

He nods again as you stare at him in shock.

“Do you work for him?” You ask.

“Something like that.” He leaves your scars alone to suddenly drag a finger along your pussy and you gasp.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask, even though the answer seems obvious.

His eyes snap up to yours. “I’m going to fuck you.”

A little whimper leaves your throat. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one good enough.”

You don’t get a chance to find out what that means until later. Until after he’s had his way with you and left you a satisfied, fucked out mess. Until you’ve felt him inside you and he’s filled you up, whispering in your ear the whole time.

“‘M gonna knock you up,” he breathes as you arch into him. “Gonna fuck one right into you. ‘N you’re gonna look so perfect…”

And you don’t tell him to stop, because you don’t want him to.

It feels good. It feels so fucking good. He’s rough but he also knows exactly how to touch you. He fits inside you perfectly, as if you were made for each other. You don’t even know his name, but you’re positive that you don’t want to fuck anybody else ever again. How could they possibly compare? They can’t.

You feel his blade tracing lines along your torso as he fucks you. It’s so light compared to the night he tried to kill you. It’s comfortable in comparison. Red oozes out after the knife and he smears it with his thumb, bringing it up to his mouth to suck the blood off. 

He likes the taste.

Soon, you’re covered in your own blood. You look like a finger painting. The pain of the blade mixed with the pleasure of his fucking you contradict each other, but God, do you love it. 

He makes you cum. You never thought you would be orgasming in a situation like this, but he has you screaming for him. He unravels you a few times, enjoying the sounds you make, before he finally finishes inside of you...and then, to your surprise, he cleans you up. 

He’s almost a gentleman about it.

When he crawls into your bed, you’re not sure how to feel. You’re coming down from the high of your last orgasm, and there’s a strange man, a strange man who tried to murder you, pulling you up to his side. You should be terrified. You should be trying to run. 

But you’re comfortable. 

“‘M gonna talk to Mr. Sionis.” he speaks up. “Get you moved into the penthouse.”

You furrow your brow in confusion. “Why?”

He looks at you as if it’s obvious. “You’ll be safe there. Our child will be safe there.”

Now that your head is clearing, your eyes widen. Realization sweeps over you. But...you still aren’t upset. If anything, you don’t mind the idea of living in a nice penthouse with a mob boss and his crony...because, as you’ve recently learned, you’re kind of into the whole art of murder thing. 

“I’m safe here,” you say anyways. “No one messes with me anymore.”

“Because of me.”

“And why is that?” you prop yourself up on your elbow to look down at him. “Who are you?”

Finally, he answers the first question you had asked that night, and you understand why the goons on the street had moved out of your way and let you pass. Because the name he gives you is one you’ve heard dozens of times. It’s one you always used to be scared of. It’s one that carries a reputation with it. 

“Zsasz. My name is Victor Zsasz.”

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[keffirinne]

The DC universe that exists in my head is a mix of my favorite canons and my favorite versions of characters from different canons.

I have regularly imagined Arkham!Black Mask or BoP!Black Mask working with Gotham!Victor Zsasz. No shade to BoP!Victor cause he's great, but the Gotham version is just the best.

(Also...I want BoP!Black Mask and Gotham!Penguin to meet, and for Arkham!Black Mask and The Batman!Penguin to meet.)

Same, so many great characters to choose from so many canons.

No shade, Gotham!Zsasz is my fav Zsasz. He slayed the show, he made me watch Barry just for NohoHank. And I have Funky Town on my Spotify playlist. It's funny, cause BoP!Zsasz grew on me just recently (I mean it can happen after you rewatch the whole move for x time) and I really like how creepy and different he is.

Omg YAS Farrel!Penguin! Don't get me started, I can't wait till they release the miniseries with him. I actually imagined him in my head when I was writing my Roman fic.

Love answering your asks btw 🖤

#love your asks btw 🖤 #zsasz supremacy #FARREL PENGUIN!!! #one of the best penguins

[moonlit-imagines]

Dear Theodosia

Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x child!reader

warnings: blood mention!!!

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Heyy can I get dear theodosia from Hamilton with papa Roman and Vic? Thank you!”// Dear Theodosia - Lin-Manuel Miranda, Leslie Odom Jr.

God, the day that Roman and Victor got you was one of the best days of their lives. They’d wiped out some pesky competition and were able to start their own family without fail. Sure, you were the competition’s child, but you wouldn’t remember that, not at all.

So in the coming years, Roman and Vic raised you as their own. Wild, ruthless, and influential. You were their dream child. Everything they could have asked for. In your younger years, they could barely keep away from you.

“Hush, they’re sleeping!” Roman whisper-yelled above your tiny bed as you slept safe and sound under your two-thousand dollar comforter and sheets. Only the best for their baby.

“I’m hushing, okay!” Zsasz whisper-yelled back as you began to stir. They clutched onto each other in fear, hoping that they didn’t just wake you, but you settled down once more and the two of them gushed over how adorable you were.

“We picked a good one, didn’t we?” Roman leaned his head onto his husband’s shoulder and smiled proudly, wrapping his bathrobe a little tighter.

“Oh, yeah. For sure.” Vic kissed his husband on the forehead, scared to look away from you for even a second. He was worried he’d miss something.

“We’re going to make Gotham amazing for them, you know?” Roman mumbled. “Years from now, y/n’s going to be ready to take over the family business. I can already tell that their going to be great in this business.”

“You think so, honey?” Victor smirked at the idea of you doing heading the business and itnwas so clear in his mind, you would blow everyone away with your unsurfaced skillset. There was still time to teach you everything, after all. You were only four.

“I know so. We’re going to raise y/n so good, we’ll make all the other kids and their parents jealous, just you wait, my dear. I’m going to be so much better than my piece of shit father!” Roman explained, walking over to the head of your bed to give you a goodnight kiss. Victor did the same on the other side of the bed and called it a night, only lingering around for another minute or so. “Goodnight, y/n, sweet dreams...”

—————

You were finally of age to dip your toes in the water of your family business, and it wasn’t at all what you expected. There were still things that your dads were hiding, but you knew you’d unlock the full truth soon enough.

“Ugh, look at you! So professional, you make you Papas proud!” Roman gushed while leading you around the club. “Look at my child, everyone! All grown up, can you believe it?” The clubgoers ended up clapping for you as your Papa Roman paraded you around.

“When is Papa Vic going to get here?” You leaned over and asked your dad. Roman stretched his arm out to reveal his watch from under his fancy suit jacket.

“Should be any minute now, sweetheart. Let’s sit.” You seated yourself across from your dad and, speak of the devil, here comes Papa Vic. “My darling! Come sit!” Roman scooted over for his husband and Vic sat down pronto.

“My child, how is your first day of work?” Papa Vic smiled as Roman traced his gaze up and down his husband’s side. He slowly leaned in, giving the impression of a kiss, but...

“You’ve got blood on your shirt, love. Change. Now.” Roman instructed as you stared at the two of them.

“Ah, sorry, y/n/n, be right back!” Vic dashed out of the room to hide the blood from you, he couldn’t let you in on those kind of secrets this early in your career.

“How unusual. Wonder if we’ll ever see him again.” You chuckled and looked up to Papa Roman.

“Y/N, may I just say...” Your dad started, leaning just a bit forward with a teeny smirk. “You’re a natural at this.”

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[aliasimagines]

Bodies pressed to each other and over poured drinks spilled on the floor to the rhythm of the blasting disco music. Flashing lights danced across your face. Pink, yellow, blue, green and purple confetti fell from above making you smile like an excited kid.

Roman sat at one of the tables with some people who were only faking a conversation with him because they were fucking afraid of him. It was his club after all. He brought his glass to his lips, smirking as he spotted you in the crowed of dancing, drunk people. He took a good sip of his martini as his eyes traveled up and down your body. You were so hot. With your (fave color) clothes, your eyes closed as you focused on the music, totally giving in to the rhythm. Roman licked his lower lips, not listening to the lame conversation of these irrelevant people anymore. His full attention was on you, and you knew it. Deciding that a bit of teasing wouldn't hurt (so much) so you shook your hips just little more. In any other club people would be all over you by now but not in Black Mask. Here, nobody touched you. Everyone knew who was your boyfriend, who you belonged with. Well... Apparently not everyone.

You suddenly felt a pair of arms slipping around your waist making you jump in suprise. Confused you looked up hoping it would be one of your friends but honestly it was pointless, you knew it wasn't one of them. Nope, it was a totally unknown guy.

"Hey baby.." you heard the guy's voice. He had to shout because of the loud music and this way you could smell his disgusting alcohol stinking breath. You tried to escape his grip before it was too late but no matter how much you wiggled, you couldn't get out. Maybe words will mork on him...

"Hey, buddy. I don't think you wanna do this here."

"Ooo you want to take it elsewhere? I'm okay with that." you could feel him smirking as he leaned closer to your face, his lips touching your ear. People started noticing something was up and soon the music cut off. You didn't have to look at the tables to know that Roman wasn't sitting there anymore. You heard some mutter "shit"  somewhere from behind you. Well, shit indeed. Sighing you tried again.

"Really buddy, just let go and go away. You really don't want to do this." you bearly finished when you heard a shout, not letting your 'capturerer' to react.

"Who the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

Of course the shout come from none other than Roman Sionis. His voice sent shivers down your spine. The drunk man started to realize the situation and slowly let go of your waist.

"I..." Roman cut him off once again.

"You come into MY CLUB, you drink MY ALCOHOL and dance on MY FLOOR and you... You have the fucking guts to touch MY PARTNER?!"

Our drunken man stumbled backwards as your boyfriend stepped foward. "You get what I'm saying, right? I'm sure you would do the same thing in my situation."

"I didn't... I didn't know.."

"Oh that's a shame..but you see I can't let you go without a punishment, now can I? ZSAZS! Come here show our new friend to the backroom." Roman dramatically waved his hand and Zsazs appeared from no where. "I'll join you two soon enough so don't have too much fun without me!"

As Victor took the guy away Roman finally turned to you. You could see the anger glittering in his eyes as he scanned over your body, now looking for any kind of visible sign of your assault.

" Are you all right baby?" you nodded and placed a small kiss in the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, now that you're here" he groaned and grabbed your hand.

"You should go up to the bedroom and change. I'll be there in a minute." you didn't want to argue with him right now so you just smiled. Roman waved his hands once again causing the music to continue. The two of you walked out and he walked you to the bottom of the stairs of the apartment.

"Hurry up, Roman. I'm not in the mood to sleep yet."

"Oh I wasn't planning on letting you sleep for a while." with that he quickly hurried away to attend to the 'business' before joining you in the bedroom.

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[queenofgotham800]

Hi! Can you do a Victor Zsasz x reader Fluff? Thanks 😊😚

Off-Duty

(Victor Zsasz x Reader)

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Swearing

Summary: Victor would like to spend some time with (Y/n), but with his boss, (who by the way doesn't know that Victor is dating someone) is taking a day off really complicated. 

(A/n): Hi, yes of course! Thank you for the request, I hope you'll like it.

Club was loud like always, when Victor pushed through the dancing crowd, walking behind to the big booth in which was his boss sitting surrounded by guests. 

He leaned forward so Roman could hear him through the loud music. 

"Boss, would you mind if I went home sooner?" Victor asked. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. 

"Where are you rushing?" Roman laughed and drank another glass of tequila. 

"Home... I have to... Feed the cats," Victor mumbled. 

"You have cats?" Roman asked and Victor nodded. It was easy to lie to Roman when he was drunk, because he quickly forgot all those talks. 

On the other side, it meant that Victor should look after him in this state. You never know if somebody doesn't hide a weapon in their suit or gun under their dress. 

Victor was the only one, besides bodyguards and Roman who could carry a gun or any weapon in the club, he prefered knife. 

"Wait..." Roman walked out of the booth to face Victor.

"Yes?"

"I'll let you go... If you... Let's say... Can get some lady dance before me," Roman smiled. Either way Roman was too drunk, or he was just playing games like always. 

"Boss, that's not much fair since everyone knows you here," Victor mumbled. 

"Well..." Roman looked around the club, looking for new faces. Suddenly he noticed one girl sitting in the booth at the end of the club, alone. She was looking at her phone, dressed in pretty normal clothes. She certainly wasn't here for clubbing and fun. 

"She's new, she doesn't know me. Let's say that who can pull her on the dance floor can do whatever they want next... Whole week!" Roman said, pointing at the girl. Victor's eyes widened from fear, because he already knew you very well. 

"I... Okay," he nodded. 

"I'll go first," Roman smirked and made his way to the booth. Victor saw you smiling and talking to Roman. You were kind and polite to everyone. At least, you tried, that was one thing that Victor loved about you. 

When Roman pointed at the dance floor you shaked head and said that you were waiting for someone. At least that was what Victor thought you said, because Roman walked out of the booth disappointed. 

"Your turn," he mumbled angrily. For one second, Victor really thought it would be better to keep you safe from Roman. But spending a whole one week with you, that was a dream vacation for him. 

He walked to your booth, sitting slowly on the other side of the table. 

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" he asked. Roman was probably watching, so he had to approach you slowly. 

"Vic?" your eyes slowly found a way from phone to Victor, "I just thought that if you can't come over, I'll come over, just for five minutes, just to see you..." 

You wanted to grab his hand, but Victor pulled away from you. 

"Listen, my boss is watching. He... Made some kind of challenge or game... He doesn't know who you are," Victor said. 

"I know," you smiled, "He was here like ten seconds ago." 

"He proposed that if I make you dance with me, then I can do whatever I want next week," Victor whispered. 

"That sounds great," you smirked and Victor offered you his hand. You accepted it and walked together with him on the dance floor. You two were dancing and having fun, until Roman didn't approach Victor. 

"You have a week off, but the next one, you'll be here on time. Mrs. D want's the gold that we stole last night and I need a fucking reliable bodyguard. So better be here, or else I'll find a replacement," Roman whispered, his eyes were not leaving you. 

"We can go, c'mon," Victor turned to you quickly and walked together with you out of the club.

"So... We have a week to spend together. What you want to do?" Victor asked you.

"I wasn't expecting that you were free for one whole week, we could go home... Or to the restaurant... Tomorrow we could... Perhaps go to the park or just out," you smiled. 

"Yeah, I would like that," he smiled, "Which restaurant?" 

"You know that one where we met at first?" 

"The Heaven on plate restaurant?" Victor asked. 

It was one nice day, years back, when Roman and Victor visited that restaurant to meet Falcone. You were doing a waitress there, for their table. That was when Victor first saw you. He never kept an eye on girls around, but there was something up with you. After work, when he didn't have to babysit his boss, he went into that restaurant again, just when they were closing at 9pm and talked with you. 

After that, whenever he had time, he invited you on little dates in the park. 

"Yeah," you nodded with blush. 

"I am actually surprised that Roman doesn't remember you," Victor said. 

"Those are years that we saw each other the last time," you rolled eyes, "Of course he doesn't remember," you said, but then laughed, because Victor was actually complimenting you, "Well, thanks!"

"You know what? Maybe we should go just home, we have one week we can do whatever we want," Victor was suddenly nervous. 

"You are afraid that they won't let you in the restaurant with the knife and guns?" you asked. 

"Well, yeah," Victor lifted his eyebrows. 

"Look, you can always tell them that you are Roman's henchman," you joked. 

Victor laughed and pulled you into a small kiss.

"I missed you (Y/n)."

"I missed you too Vic."

"Oh, I nearly forgot," you said, pulling away from him, "check your pocket," you winked at him. 

"Don't tell me you started pickpocketing," Victor smirked and put his hand in his coat. He pulled out one ticket. You held the other one with excitement on your face. 

"What are we watching?" 

"I know that romantical movies are not your thing, mine neither. It's some Horror movie, or maybe action, I'm not so sure," you smiled, "We can drop weapons home and we'll be there just in time."

Victor smiled and put his hand on your back as you walked with him through the Gotham streets. Sun was disappearing behind tall skyscrapers. 

"Wait, did you say weapons?" 

"Do you think I would go to the club unarmed?" you smirked. 

"But... What about bodyguards? And how did you know that I'll be free today?" Victor tilted his head. 

"Bodyguards don't do their work like they should... It's called hidden pocket in coat love," you smiled, "I don't know, I guess that I was just lucky."

"How did you?" 

"I have one friend who works there, she managed to... Well, how to put it. Get your boss drunk?" 

"No you didn't..." Victor laughed. 

"Yes I did," you smiled and watched how Victor unlocked doors. You walked through them and ran up stairs to the small place that you both had. You put the gun in Victor's weapon stand and walked around him. 

"You borrowed my gun?" 

"Yep," you smiled and took his hand pulling him away, "Shall we go?" 

"Maybe we should get really some cats," you smirked when you came across the pet shop. 

"Yeah, maybe we should... Wait a moment," Victor turned to you and you gave him a quick peck on his lips. 

Cinema was full of people already, but you had your seat next to Victor and that was all you needed for today. You put your head on his shoulder, you could easily fall asleep like that. On his shoulder... And the dark that was in cinema wasn't really helping you with keeping yourself awake. 

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Painful screaming cut your ears. You flinched, realizing you fallen asleep. The scream came from the movie, thankfully. Well, this is Gotham, you never know... 

"Babe, you fell asleep?" Victor snorted. 

"Yeah... Probably," you mumbled, tiredly looking on the big screen. 

"I'm gonna tell you later what happened," Victor said and kissed you on top of your head. 

"I love you," you whispered, because you noticed that few people were giving you ugly glares. 

"I love you too," Victor said and kissed you again. 

#Victor Zsasz #victor zsasz bop #victor zsasz x oc #victor zsasz imagine #Victor Zsasz x reader #Victor Zsasz fanfiction #Victor Zsasz oneshot #Birds of prey #Bop #chris messina #Chris messina fanfiction

[cinebration]

Playing Games (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [One-shot]

Anon asked: Soo an idea.. maybe one where you’re romans assistant and you’re kind of prudish so he has victor flirt with you and get you to open up?? Super flirty/angsty maybe??

I know I said I wasn’t acepting requests, but when I received this one, I saw it as a challenge. I wondered if I could write it without the interaction turning into sexual harassment.

I don’t think I succeeded. I hope anon likes it.

Zsasz headcanons:

1. Like in Choose Where, he has no sense of personal space, and he’s touch-oriented.

2. He can’t flirt worth a damn.

Tagged: @im-just-one-of-the-avengers​​​

Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, language

Roman Sionis didn’t realize until after he hired you on as his assistant that he had a prude on his hands. It wasn’t necessarily that you were a real prude, but whenever you overheard his exploits or his leering comments toward men and women alike, your face colored. Without fail you would flee as soon as possible.

Roman loved it. Seeing you squirm and flounder in the face of blatant sexuality tickled him in all the right places.

He noticed after the first month you became particularly flustered and embarrassed around Zsasz whenever the man flashed his lupine smile in your direction. Roman didn’t blame you. Zsasz dripped animal charisma, sex in a scarred, lethal-eyed package. Roman himself had fallen prey to the man’s magnetism.

Roman pulled Zsasz aside one evening. He was making you stay late to finish busywork.

“Zsasz,” he murmured into the man’s ear, “I have a job for you.”

Zsasz’s lips pulled away from his teeth as Roman explained his plan.

~~

You knew it was busywork meant to keep you late. Practically elbow deep in it, you looked helplessly at the time. The cusp of midnight arrived with a tolling of bells in your mind.

Why was Roman keeping you late?

The door of the office swung open silently but for the turn of the door knob. You glanced up to see Zsasz slink into the room, a curious look in his dark eyes.

You tensed. What Roman had taken for prudishness was in fact skittishness. Both men oozed sex and desire, even when they weren’t trying. Navigating between them was hell, your mind so befuddled with pheromones you were honestly surprised you could walk straight, let alone string a coherent sentence together.

You knew better. You had learned your lesson.

Zsasz sauntered over to the desk, lips pulling back into a feral grin.

Shit.

“What’re you doing?”

Everything the man said sounded like a threat. That knife of his was somewhere within reach of his hand.

“Coordinating invites to Roman’s party,” you answered, looking away from him.

He came around the desk and leaned over your shoulder, invading your space. The man, you had learned, lacked a sense of personal space.

“Hmm,” he purred above your head. “Why aren’t you here?”

“I don’t get an invite. I’ll be working.”

He sat down on the table, crowding your elbow. “Do you work all the time?”

You glanced aside at him without really looking, avoiding eye contact. Familiar unease slithered down your spine. Nodding, you stared down at the list printout in front of you and the computer monitor. The check marks you place beside each name were suddenly shaky.

“Have a drink with me.”

“No.” The word jumped out of your mouth.

Zsasz’s smile fell. “Lighten up.”

Fuck. It was happening again.

“It would be inappropriate,” you managed to say.

“I’m not the boss.”

He had a point. You hunched over the printout. “Still, aren’t you Roman’s?”

Zsasz smirked. “It’s his idea.”

You suddenly went cold, panic gripping your throat. The words flung out of you in an almost strangled shriek. “I’m not doing this again!”

Zsasz frowned, scarred brow furrowing. “What?”

You couldn’t stop yourself, not with the panic driving control from your mind. “I left my other job because of this behavior.”

You hadn’t wanted to lose your job, so you had endured the harassment, gritting through it until it had almost been too late, until things had almost gone too far.

“My boss,” you hissed, “blacklisted me, all because I quit so I wouldn’t have to sleep with him. It’s the only reason I’m working for Roman. He was the only one who would hire me.”

You pushed away from the desk, putting space between yourself and Zsasz. He watched you with that curious expression of his, the frown deepening.

“I need this job,” you said, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. You couldn’t tell him that if you lost this job you might as well starve to death. Refusing him and Roman would at least guarantee a quicker death. “I’m good at what I do. I can do a lot for Roman and his business, if he’ll let me. But I won’t play games.”

“We like games,” Zsasz said, flashing his teeth.

“Not this one.”

You fled from the room before Zsasz could say anything, hurrying down the corridor and out the back door to freedom.

Roman emerged from the other room where he had been watching on cameras. His pretty face pulled into a petulant frown. “Well, that was disappointing. She didn’t want to play.” Raking a hand through his hair, he announced, “I guess I’ll have to fire her. It’s a shame. She was the best assistant yet.”

Zsasz fixed his attention on his boss as the man threw himself into your desk chair, muttering to himself. His first bitter thought was that someone had sullied your innocence before him, that he had been denied the chance. He loved corrupting innocence, was practically drawn to it.

The panic on your face, in your voice, stuck in his mind. He couldn’t shake it.

“Roman,” he said quietly, walking over to him and placing his hands on the man’s shoulders, “I think she should stay.”

Roman made a flustered sound of dissent.

Gently massaging the man’s trapezoids in the way he liked it, Zsasz continued, “You said she was the best. You shouldn’t get rid of her. She’s done good work so far, right?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“If you fire her, she might go to one of your enemies.”

Roman frowned. “I wouldn’t want that.”

“Then she has to stay.”

Roman sighed, shrugged Zsasz’s hands off him. “If she won’t play—”

“I’ll get her to trust us.”

“You better.”

~~

You returned to work the next morning, practically walking on tip-toe. Nobody stopped you. Roman was probably still asleep, loathe to give up his beauty sleep so early.

Creeping into the office, you straightened the desk and drew up the list of invites again, your attention focused on sounds outside the office.

The door opened just as you had started to relax.

Zsasz entered. You tensed.

In his hands was a sheathed knife.

A shudder of fear wracked you before cold resignation set in. You sat up straight, face set.

Zsasz paused before the desk, turning the knife in his hands. “I brought you something.”

He extended the knife to you.

Frowning, you glanced between the weapon and his face. You gently took it, arching an eyebrow in question.

“You wear it in your waistband,” he explained. “Try it on.”

Watching him warily, you stood and tried to slide the clip onto the outside of your pants.

“Not like that.” Coming around the desk, Zsasz reached out, both hands empty, and said, “I’m going to help you.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fixated on his hands.

Taking the knife, Zsasz pulled on your belt loop and slid the sheath against your skin. His fingers brushed your hip, sending delicious sparks up your side. Palpable body heat radiated off him, clouding your mind. Clipping the sheath into place, he relinquished the belt loop, his fingers lingering for a moment on your skin.

He imagined with sudden clarity you accidentally missing the sheath when resheathing the knife and slicing yourself, leaving a fine scar on your hip. The thought made his breath stutter.

“With this,” he purred, “you can hurt anyone who takes things too far.”

“Even you?” The words slipped past your lips.

His lips pulled back into that feral smile. “I like new scars.”

You nearly quailed beneath his intense gaze. “Thank you,” you said slowly, taking a step back.

“I can teach you how to use it.”

“That…would be nice.”

Nodding, Zsasz opened his mouth to say he was free whenever you wanted.

Roman’s voice barked your name. You jerked your head toward the closed door of the office, panic surging.

“Am I fired?” you asked.

“No.”

Smiling weakly, you strode from the room to answer roman’s summons.

The moment the office door closed, Zsasz went to the filing cabinet, searching for your hiring file. He flipped it open, looked for the name of your former employer and his address.

He had to pay the man a visit.

#Victor Zsasz x Reader #Victor Zsasz #Victor Zsasz imagine #Zsasz #bop Zsasz #Roman Sionis #Chris Messina #Chris Messina imagine #Roman Sionis x Reader if you squint #birds of prey #bop #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn

[tricksters-captain]

Birds of Prey/Roman Sionis Imagine - In Debt Part 1

AN: Obsessed with Roman and Zsasz and I’m not sorry...

Overall Summary: You run your luck whilst running from the GCPD and straight into Roman Sionis’s club – but will he save your ass or let you walk? (Based off Lonely Gun - Cyn)

Pairing(s): Roman Sionis x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Victor Zsasz x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,381

Warnings: Strong language

“Freeze GCPD!” You heard the gun being removed from its holster behind you. 

You turned slowly with your hands up to see what you were up against; blood dripped from your eyebrow and off your knuckles as the man who just groped you lay unconscious on the floor. 

“Drop the wallet!” The man in uniform demanded. 

You cocked your eyebrow at the young officer and smiled. Within a blink of an eye, you tucked the wallet into your back pocket and took off around the corner. 

You ducked, bursting out with laughter as you heard the gun shoot and the bullet hit a nearby van. 

Your boots hit the concrete with a force as you sprinted along the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the people in Gotham who were just trying to enjoy their Friday night. 

You swerved onto the road as you saw more cops ahead get the radio notice that you were heading their way. 

“Not tonight guys.” You smirked as you slid across the hood of an old BMW and sped towards a small liquor store. 

“Thank you!” You scooped a bottle of whiskey out of a customers hand as you passed them through the door. “Excuse me!”

The owner’s eyes went wide as you jumped his counter to find the backdoor. 

You darted behind a dumpster as you unscrewed the lid to take a minute to appreciate the burning liquor as it hit the back of your throat.

“There she is!” You heard as you started to run again, sending the bottle backwards at the boys. 

You saw a cop up ahead looking down the street on his radio and you took the moment to steal his gun as he didn’t notice you. 

You swiped the gun from his hand as you kicked behind his knees, his body hitting the concrete with a loud groan. 

You cocked the gun which was only followed with orders for backup to be heard behind you. 

You raced along the road and down a smaller alley only to be met with flashing sirens and shrieking breaks at the end. 

“Fuck...” You slowed your running and pushed your hair out of your face, contemplating what to do next as you didn’t have the option to turn back either. 

You were quick to scan the area before leaping a metal fence to cross into a parallel alleyway, only one much larger than the previous. 

“Out of the way!” You shoved through an open back door. Girls whined and cursed at you as they went down or stumbled aside. 

You sped through the backstage of the club and came out on the stage, gaining almost everyone's attention. 

You flashed a smile, putting the gun at the back of your trousers after you hopped off the risen platform that held two large hand statues. This was the Black Mask club, how could you not have realised you were so close to it before. 

Cops burst through the door with their guns aimed and sweat on a few who had previously chased you. 

“What seems to be the problem here, Officers?” A loud voice echoed through the club as the music stopped. 

You looked over to a tall, well dressed man rising from his booth with a martini glass in his gloved hand. 

“Armed suspect under arrest for assault and theft ran into your club, Mr Sionis.” One of the older looking cops looked around the club looking for you. 

Roman’s head cocked towards you and he put the pieces together quickly. 

“There, Boss.” A different cop aimed at you before you could even try to hid. 

“I’m sure that it’s just a misunderstanding.” Roman circled his finger in the air, studying you through his orange tinted glasses. 

You had heard of Roman Sionis’s reputation but never set foot into his club before. 

You felt a hand on your back and whipped your head around to see an intimidating man with scars on his face and neck. 

Victor Zsasz. 

Zsasz guided you over to Roman as Roman reached his hand out. 

“Roman, this isn’t to do with you.” The older cop spoke up again. 

“It isn’t? It is my club, is it not?” There was an edge in the charming man’s voice. 

Roman placed his arm around your shoulder and you just cocked an eyebrow at the man. 

“I’m terribly sorry about all this fuss.” Roman held out his handkerchief as he spoke to what seemed to be the whole club. 

You took it and wiped the blood from your lips and temple. Zsasz took it from you as Roman turned his nose at the bloodied rag. 

“How about we let this one slide? After all, what’s a Friday night in Gotham without a little drama?” Roman’s words seem to win over anything the men in front of him could have said. 

“Come on.” The cop grumbled, shooting daggers at you as he backed his men out of the club with Roman’s security following them. 

Zsasz laughed loudly as the music started up again. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” You pulled away from the man to stand in front of him. 

“A simple ‘thank you’ will do, Miss–?” 

“(Y/l/n)...” You held out your hand as you offered your name. “(Y/n)(Y/l/n).” 

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss (y/n).” Roman took your hand and brought it to his lips, followed by a bright smile. “Roman Sionis.”

“I know who you are. And, you must be Victor Zsasz? Quite a reputation you’ve got.” You eyed his scars as you faced him. He only responded with a quick glint of his golden teeth. 

“Tell me, why haven’t I heard about you, Miss (Y/n)?” Roman opened his palm gesturing towards the booth but you didn’t take a seat. 

“It’s cause I don’t usually get caught.” You smirked, “Now, thank you for not letting them take me but I have business I need to tend to.” You tried to slip away but Roman’s hand caught your forearm. 

“Well, (Y/n), feel free to stop by when you aren’t working or what not, ‘Kay?” 

You nodded your head before he let you go. 

Roman watched you leave the club and Victor was immediately by his side, knowing he’d have something to say. 

“Find out who she belongs to. If she doesn’t belong to Penguin or anyone of actual worth in this city, she belongs to me.” Roman demanded and Zsasz was quick to get to work, muttering to a few of the men in suits around the club. 

It has been a week or so since your little run in at the Black Mask club and you hadn’t been quite as focused as you usually were. You knew you’d soon be faced with the man again, especially when you noticed the small group shadows that were trying to follow you around Gotham. 

“Hands up! You’re surrounded!” You were in the middle of a job when you realised it was a set up. You had pissed off quite a few people during your short time in Gotham but you never realised you had upset a rat. 

“Daddy Sionis isn’t here to help you now, Princess.” One of the cops snarled in your ear as he cuffed you. The metal digging into your skin as he did them up purposefully tight.

You rolled your eyes and sent your foot backwards, hitting him where it hurt most. 

“Cut it out! Get her in the car now!” An older female detective walked over to you as the cop squirmed away, holding his nuts. 

You willingly got into the car but it was a fight to get you into an actual cell once you arrived at GCPD. 

You weren’t there longer than half an hour when you were released again. 

“Your charges were dropped.” The cop who you had kicked earlier couldn't even look at you as he lead you out of the holding area and uncuffed you. 

“What?” You were confused, grateful, but confused at what was happening. You didn’t know anyone in Gotham? Or did you?

You left the police department to see Zsasz stood outside, leant up against a car with a smirk on his lips. 

“Boss says you’re welcome. Now get in the car.” 

(NEXT PART)

#Roman Sionis #roman Sionis x reader #Roman Sionis imagines #Victor Zsasz #Ewan McGregor #Ewan McGregor imagiines #birds of prey #birds of prey imagines #harley quinn #black canary #bop #bop imagines #dc #Chris Messina #margot robbie #imagines #imagine

[inosuketingz]

the sheets are stained with blood [p.4]

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE [ PART FOUR ] Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: language, violence, blood and BOP spoilers Word Count: 1687 Tag: @itsknife2meetu @yourlocalghoul​ @im-just-one-of-the-avengers​ @fillechatoyante​ A/N: im sososoosossososos sorry this took so damn long I promise u guys my reasoning wasn’t too bad, i just got busy with school and then right after became really unmotivated w/ the blm movement. as a black woman, it has always affected me a lot and i really couldn’t stop stressing over it for weeks. of course im still stressed over the protests and stuff, but i did want to get back to writing. if it makes you guys feel any better, you guys are getting your guts rearranged in the next part.

“Holy shit!” You yell the minute the quarrel crashes into he window. It lands only inches away from your face, too short to reach it. And whoever shot the arrow knows that. They aren’t trying to kill you. They only want your attention.

 “Since when did Hyunwoo have shooters?” You ask. For the most part, you know Hyunwoo was a very independent person when it came to the shady business he dabbled in. He was never the type to have any guard dogs.

 Victor shakes his head, forcing his car door open at a frantic speed. “They’re not with him.” 

 You narrow your eyes, searching for anything in the distance. There’s a flash of purple within the trees next to Hyunwoo’s house and you look over to Zsasz. He’s standing in the open, a grim look on his face.

 “Zsasz, get back in the fucking car before you get shot in the forehead!” You bark your order. 

 “Don’t tell me what to do,” he replies and you sigh in annoyance, slamming your head back into your seat’s headrest. Dealing with him was like dealing with a four year old. You reach into your pocket for the Blood Pendant. If he won’t do what you say voluntarily, you’ll just have to force him. But, when you dig through the fabric, you realize it’s gone.

 You glance toward him and see the silver chain hanging out of the back pocket of his cargo pants. That sneaky asshole.  You didn’t even notice when he managed to snag it off you.

 “Victor Zsasz!” A feminine voice calls out. It echoes around you and you have no clue where to look. You slip out of the car, mentally readying yourself for any of the spells you can conjure. 

 Zsasz looks even angrier now, his face is painted red with fury. 

“Get back in the car!” You try to advise him. You have no clue why you’re so concerned with his safety.

 “No, I want to kill these bitches by myself.” He pulls his token knife from his pocket, the one you’ve seen referenced all over the news with his murders.

 As he toys with the sharp edge of the blade, you sigh. “No offense, but I don’t think your tiny ass knife stands a chance against a bitch with a crossbow.”

 Behind you two, there is a soft crunch of leaves as someone takes a step closer. Like partners in a waltz, you and Victor whirl around. His grip on the knife’s handle grows tighter and you can feel your power tingling at your fingertips.

 “Hi, Zsasz.” The two of you face a young black woman, her blonde hair styled in loose locs. You can’t help but notice how pretty she is, despite the cocky grin on her face indicating she wouldn’t hesitate knocking the both of you out cold. “Since when did you start working with the Night Hex?”

 “We’re not working together,” You shoot back. “Which is why I think it’s in our best interest that I leave, and let you two hash it out.” You begin to take a step back, ready to bolt out of sigh, when you feel a cold metal against your neck. It’s something sharp, and you hiss as it slightly stabs into your skin.

 “Yeah I don’t think so,” A feminine voice behind you says. You look over your shoulder and see her standing there with a crossbow in her hand. She nudges the crossbow closer to your face and you flinch back. “Consider yourself guilty by association.”

 Another woman approaches you and you roll your eyes. “God, there’s more of you?” 

 “Yes. And it looks like you guys are outnumbered.”   She mocks you, her inner-city accent evident.

 Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. These are those Birds of Prey chicks aren’t they? And you remember hearing somebody say they had something to do with Roman Sionis’s death. That’s why Victor looks so pissed. 

 This isn’t fair. You came to Gotham to relax, and stir away from any of those fuckers in spandex that swear they’re vigilanties. But of course the second you decide to make some hard-earned money, you suddenly have these little birds on your ass. 

 The one with the crossbow sidewalks to stand in front of the pair of you and turns slightly to aim the weapon at Zsasz. “You’re supposed to be dead,” she tells him flatly. The other two birds step back, seemingly to let her at him. Your mind flashes back to the ugly scar on Victor’s neck. It’s shaped perfectly for a crossbow. Whatever Victor had with these women, it seems to be about more than just his dead boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be dead, like the rest of those sons of bitches,” she insists. Her voice cracks as she says this, and her eyes grow wet.

 “And yet, I’m not.” Zsasz practically growls. The words came from deep within his chest. His rough hands twirl the knife between his fingers, anticipating what is to come.

 The air is thick with tension, and you are standing in the midst of it all. Times like this are when you especially become grateful for your witchcraft. 

 A beat passes before Zsasz lashes. He raises the knife, aiming for her face. It’s almost like time slows down for you as you notice the woman’s finger reach for the trigger. You rush to latch onto Victor’s empty hand and close your eyes, picturing your small apartment in as vivid detail as possible. You whisper in Hebrew a teleportation spell you learned in Israel that translates to “Bring me there.” 

 It hardly ever works. Time after time you’ve tried to disappear mid-fight with Wonder Woman, only for you to remain where you are and get her fist in your face. The fact that you’re trying to do it with two people is insane, and you would’ve called yourself an idiot for even considering it any other time. However, for some odd reason, you can’t fathom this encounter ending with a bow down Victor’s throat.

 You’re not sure if you managed it or not until you hear Victor mutter “What the fuck?” and you hear the hum from your studio’s A/C kicking on. You let out an audible sigh of relief and let go of Zsasz’s hand. Your moment of relaxation is cut short when he shoves his hard hands against your shoulders, causing you to stumble back. Out of instinct, you step forward and swing your fist at him, but he ducks back.

 “What the fuck did you do!?” He yells so loud that you’re sure the entire floor hears him. “I was going to fucking kill her! Are you stupid?” 

 It takes you a minute to process his words. You just saved his life and he has the nerve to be mad at you? “Are you stupid?” You echo, your voice even louder than his. “She was holding a fucking crossbow, dumbass! She would have killed you long before you could even lay a hand on her! You should be thanking me, you piece of shit!” 

 He brings his knife to your neck and you clench your teeth, expecting him to bark some new insults your way. Instead, he swallows down and digs his hand into your pocket to take out the keys. “I’m taking these to Hernando myself. Do whatever the fuck you want.” And with that, he turns to the door to leave.

 But you’re not going to let this argument go down so easily. With his back now turned to you, you push him, and he stumbles a bit. “And when you’re done with that, leave me the fuck alone! Stay as far away from me as possible, and deal with the bounty the Birds of Prey have on you by yourself!”

 He stares at you from over his shoulder as you wait for an answer. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you hype yourself up for a fight with him, but Zsasz already looks like he’s calmed down. “Go drink some water, you look like you’re gonna pop a vein.” And then he turns and leaves. 

 Your face twists as your door slams shuts, the million words you wanted to throw at him still tingling at your tongue.

~~~

 Hot water hits your back and you yawn. It took you an hour to finally calm down, but when you did you ordered some pizza and watched TV for the rest of the day. You aren’t too sure how long Hernando wants you to work on this expedition with him, but when it’s all over you’ve decided you're ditching Gotham. 

 The first few months here have been peaceful, sure, but too many dangerous people know that you’re here. Your little vacation spot has been ruined. So, you’ll probably head somewhere else, like Orlando or Los Angeles. Maybe you’d move to a small town without any crime-fighting heroes, and live out your Hallmark-movie romantic fantasy after all.  

 Whichever it’ll be, you’re sure it’s not anywhere near this city. Or Boston, either. 

 You scrub your body with a soapy loofah to make sure all the dirt is off your body. After a few more minutes you finally turn the water off and pull a towel over your body. Something about Victor Zsasz drains the energy out of you. After all your encounters with him, you remember always feeling beyond tired by the end of it. 

 Whatever it is, it’ll be gone once you leave Gotham.

 You lotion yourself and apply your facial creams, pulling on your panties and an oversized shirt you sleep in in the process, all before slipping into your bedroom. 

 Your room is oddly quiet, the hum of the TV you normally keep on muted and your fan turned off. You flip on the light switch and freeze at the sight before you.

 Victor Zsasz waits for you at the end of your bed. The sheets are stained with blood and you can practically smell the reek of death coming from him. He looks at you with those fake innocent eyes as he says a soft, “Hey.”

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[zodiyack]

Dating Victor Zsasz (BOP) Would Include...

Requested by anon: Zsasz boyfriend headcanons from birds of prey

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, very very very smol mention of smut, mentions of fluff, basically just mentions of stuff. The things that aren’t a “mention of” is swearing and me not proofreading or knowing Victor’s character all that well

Note: As I’ve said and as I will say once more lol- I don’t really know Victor all that well. I guess if I write for him more, I’ll get a better grip on the character, but yeah. Also sorry for the randomness, I think headcannons are the more ...well random parts of my writing oof 😂

I hope you enjoy, and if you have feedback, please don’t hesitate to let me know how my attempt went!

Taglist: @matth1w​ @redspaceace​

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Victor is dedicated to three things in life.

One) his job

two) being Roman Sionis’ best friend and body guard/right hand man

and three) you.

This boy is w h i p p e d

His job requires him to be at the Black Mask 24/7, or at least most of the time he has each day

So, he convinced Roman to let you hang out anytime you wanted, get drinks n stuff for free, all that good stuff

If he’s working out of the Black Mask, you bet your ass he’s coming home asap for some soft!times 👀👀

that could be taken as sexual or not sexual, your choice oops

If you don’t like violence, then he tries to keep you out of that side of his life. He doesn’t lie to you, but he doesn’t tell you anything unless you ask

However

if you do like/are okay with violence, he’s all over telling you the details

yuh, I think you have a middle school girl squealing about her favorite boy-band sitting in your room. What? That’s your boyfriend? Oh-

Sometimes working for Roman can get... well to make it short, Victor has came home before, not wanting to deal with anything.

Sometime he cri, sometime he rant, it depends. 

If he does cry, PLEASE HUG TF OUT OF HIM, KISS HIS SCARS, JUST GIVE HIM YOUR LOVE AND AFFECTION PLS

okay but it is kinda rare for him to cry about work or stuff

Can we be honest for sec? You probably get jealous of how much time he spends with Roman

but like, I would too so

Roman and Victor tease you about it, poking fun at your pouty-face and furrowed eyebrows

You’re still grouchy about it until Vic kisses your cheeks 

then you’re grouchy with a blush flooding your face and butterflies flying around in your tummy

If he’s injured, he tries his diddly darn best to hide it from you

hint hint, give him the infamous babydoll eyes and he’ll sigh before sitting down and showing you the injury so you can patch him up or have someone patch him up

You being bothered by someone? They hurt you? Word of advice. Don’t let Victor know unless you’re okay with that person either going missing or deadass just being...well Roman’d.

yes that was code for the skinning of face

I’m sorry- I don’t really know Victor all that well, but I’m trying lmao

Victor enjoys the little things, such as you handling a knife for the first time or somethin’

Soft!Victor but in private

Let’s say you’re interrogating someone with the bois, right?

You guys are laughing and the person says something about you

it was rude

Victor stops laughing and his face goes dark

welp, that person’s fucked

Probably falling asleep on him at the bar

When he has to go somewhere or if he hasn’t seen you in like... five hours- you better expect long hugs, kisses, forehead kisses, just a l l the fluff

We all know that both Roman and Victor are protective, possessive, loving, just perfection

To sum it up-

Victor would be a great boyfriend plus an amazing person to have by your side in life. 100% would recommend <3

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[stardancerluv]

Early Days with Roman

Part 4

Summary: When you date Roman Sionis, girls night are not typical.

Warning: sex against a desk.

******

One week later

******

You were checking your reflection in the mirror. You had slipped into a beautiful maroon dress, that Roman left out for you. He knew how you had been looking forward to this girls night out. With it was a black and gold shimmery scarf and a little card that you just noticed. Reading, it you smiled...You should look like the rose you are among your friends.

Never would you have a dress like it before, but being Roman’s girl your confidence was through the roof. Grabbing, and sliding the scarf around your shoulders you smiled. It made you feel a little less exposed. He empowered you in ways, you had never felt before.

These last few weeks had changed everything in your life. It almost didn’t feel like your life. Now, finally you were going to share him with them. Well, to be fair he wanted you to have the girls night you needed, but he would come over and you’d introduce him to them.

Balancing, yourself you slipped on one heel and then the other.

“Hi there baby.” Turning, you smiled to see Roman behind you. “Come here.” He spread out his arms, happily you went to him. You melted against his solid frame. “I picked a good dress, and this and this scarf is a perfect final touch.”

“You did.”

“You are a knock out.” He brought his hand up and held your cheek. “Babygirl, if there is anything you or ladies want just ask. More champagne, appetizers I prepped everyone downstairs saying you were having a girls night.”

“Roman..”

He put a finger to your lips. “Hush, that’s how I take care of my girl.” You kissed it.

“Thank you.”

“Now, when you want me to come to say hello.” He shrugged. “Grab me.”

“If you are in a meeting?”

“Fuck them. I am not meeting anyone important tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Baby, do you have something for me?”

You looked around. He tightened his grip so there was no real space between you two. He smirked. “Kiss me baby.”

“Oh, yes!” You kissed him them. You squealed when his gloved hand drifted under the dress and squeezed your ass. “You are so bad.” You said against his lips, before he drew you into a deeper kiss.

*****

It was so good to be out with your friends. The cocktails were being enjoyed and some tasty appetizers had been brought over.

“You look so good, Y/N.” one friend remarked.

You beamed. “Well, work has been great along with my boyfriend.”

Jessica, smiled as she looked around. “I think the last time we were all here it was my birthday. “

You nodded, “I think you’re right. At least its not raining tonight.”

Rebecca, beamed at you. “When will Mr. Wonderful get here? I need to meet the man who has made you glow.”

Stacey, held up a glass. “To us girls!” You all clinked glasses.

You watched as friends’ all managed to glance at you. As you noticed that, you felt two gloved hands come rested gently on your shoulders. Turning, you looked up and smiled.

“Hello ladies.” Roman smiled brightly at all of your friends. Gently, you scooted in and he came to sit beside you, putting his martini in front of him.

Easy conversion flowed between all of you. “Is everyone happy? Anything needed?” Under the table, he squeezed your thigh. You would have squeezed his hand but his hand left your thigh as he grabbed his drink and took a sip.

“I must be off, I have a meeting. You also don’t need a man intruding on your girls’ night.” He chuckled, then his blue eyes all alit met your eyes. “I’ll see you later, tonight.”

He was a fair distance away when a hush came over the table.

“Y/N,” one hissed. “No wonder why you wanted to be here.” A cynical expression washed over her face but then she smiled. “You will have to tell is how it came about.”

“It was simple, he hired me. And well we hit it off.”

Rebecca, giggle before sipping at her cocktail. “A dream come true for you.” She was the only who knew more of your crush on him the your other friends.

Your heart thudded hard, remembered how you had been handcuffed not too far from where you were actually sitting. You nodded at first not able to form the right words because you also remembered the passion that came over the two of you. “Yes, quite.” You finished you drink.

“Oh, Y/N you are blushing. You are dating the most famous bachelor outside of Bruce Wayne, you have done good.” Jessica happily said with a hint of jealously. Which actually surprised you, since when it came to men she always wanted anyone that any of you had.

“Thank you. I am going to grab another drink. Anyone else?” They all shook their head no.

*****

His blood pounded hard and fast. He could taste his anger. “Zsasz?” He saw that had followed close on his heals.

“Yes, boss?”

“No one humiliates me like that. Find him, in two days bring him to the docks alive, and call me.”

“Sure thing.” A beat based between them. “Will we have fun?”

One edge of his lips twitched upward. “Yes.”

As he rounded the corner that led back into the club, he pulled his gloves a little tighter onto his hands. He saw you standing by the bar. He came over, letting his hand drag over your lower back as he wrapped his arm around your middle.

He leaned close to your hear, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of you filled his nose. All dancing you and the girls had done made the perfume you bad spritz on fade away and your sweet scent was much better. “Tell me baby, did you order just a drink for yourself or the others too?”

He loved how delicately you turned your head. “Just for myself.”

He gestured with his hand. “Charlie, have her drink brought back to the table.” He pressed his lips together. He needed to buy a moment of distraction. “And bring a round of the sparkly sangria.”

“Sparkly sangria?” You echoed.

“Yes. It’s fun.” He leaned in close. “You’re coming with me.”

“Ok.” The nervous, twinge he heard in your voice further excited him.

He led you to his office, he unlocked it. After leading in you he locked the door. Flipping on the switch only muted like came on.

“I couldn’t wait till tonight to see you.”

“You just saw me.”

“Oh baby. That’s not how I meant.”

You gave a small nod, then your eyes grew as you looked at him as closed the distance. “But..but Roman...”

“Don’t you belong to me?”

“Yes.”

He let his gloved fingertips graze your bare arms. You made a soft sound that made him bard. With how he was feeling, he needed all of you. “Right now I need, what belongs to me.”

“Oh.” He watched as you swallow as you trembled. Stepping backwards from him, clouds of disappointment began to fill him. Perhaps, he should have grabbed a bimbo to satisfy this itch. While back with his knife had been fantastic but maybe this was too much.

His thoughts stopped as he watched you. His breath caught in his throat as your hands traveled to the hem of your dress. Pulling it off you laid it down.

You walked back to him then, a demure smile curled those lips as you laid hands gently on his chest. “How do you need me daddy?” Hardening, he was realizing he had been wrong. You just moved at your own pace and it made him hard. Grabbing, your hands his thumbs grazed the back of your hands.

“Go and lean against my desk.”

Watching, you move was a delight all of its own. No bra, only your soft panties and heels.

He went over where you leaned and kissed you. There was no gentleness. Just his need. He could taste the sweet cocktails you had.

Breaking, the kiss he turned you around making you gasp. “Hold onto the edges baby.”

He bit his lip harder as he dragged a hand down the gentle curve of your back. He grabbed your panties and tore them down so they fell at your feet.

“Open for me.” He demanded. You could hear you inhale. Reaching around he cupped you, gasped himself when he felt how wet you were. “Mine.” He hissed. He rubbed you a little loving how you, began to moan and move against him. “You like belong, to me don’t you?”

Your voice was soft, the room swallowed your voice.

He stopped inciting a whimper, which was loud enough. He smirked. “I can’t hear you.”

“I do.” You panted out, as he bang to move his fingers again.

With his free hand he brushed some hair from your ear. “I do what baby?”

“I like belonging to you!” A loud moan poured from your lips.

“Good.” He nibbled on your throat, enough for you to feel but not enough to leave a mark right then. He reached between them and freed himself of his slacks. Looking, he slid himself to your opening, you were delightfully wet. There was so no resistance.

He teased a little then with a move of his hips, he entered you. “Baby.” He moaned. You felt amazing from this angle. He also loved how you pushed back to take more of him in. He laid his gloved hands on your hips. Easily, he moved in and out of you.

Moaning, he reached and laid his hands over yours. He did not mind when you let your fingers interlace with his has he held you two in place. If anything it made him move harder. It was not long before you shook against him.

“Are you close?” He managed to breath out.

Your whimper twisted on your lips. “Yes.”

Let moved from holding one your hands till he could touch your wet softness again, he loved jolt it sent through your body.

“Want daddy to let you cum?” His hard pounded hard against his chest.

“Yes, yes please daddy.” You pleaded.

“Then cum for daddy.” As he increased the movements of his fingers and how he moved in and out of you, enjoyed the abandon your body moved in. Almost made him cum himself. But he wanted you to feel that so bit his bottom lip and waited.

You whimpered, and arched against against him and came hard. He could feel as gripped you all over. He held you to him, not letting your wilt too much from cumming and he moved hard within you. Finding you mouth, you shared a passionate kiss. He only broke it as he finally came himself, deep within you.

A little later as the pleasure subsided he found himself partially over you as the two of you panted half laying over his desk. “Baby.” He said softly, before kissing your shoulder and standing up. Damn, you looked so good sprawled like that. He tucked himself away.

“Get back up baby. Your friends are waiting for you.”

“Oh! You became flustered.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you close meeting your eyes. Normally, he was sentimental but something about you continued to pull on his heart strings.

“I am glad you are mine.”

You smiled. “I am too but I better get out there.”

You watched then as you fluttered about and pulled on your dress and ran a few fingers through your hair. “Do I look ok?”

“Do you mean like I just took what was mine?” He could not repress how smug he felt, it only grew stronger as you flushed the color of the dress. “No, you look fine.”

“Good.” You made quick work of the lock. You turned and gave him a smile. “I’ll see you out there.”

“You will.”

He reached down and picked up your forgotten panties and put them into his pocket.

Now, this was a girl he could call his own, he mused.

******

Your blood was bumping, you body still felt like it was on pins and needles. How you walked back to your friends was a marvel. Between your legs still pulsed heavily from what he did to you as you slid back into the booth. That’s when it dawned on you that you had forgotten your panties.

“Are you ok?” Where have you been? He delivered an extraordinary drink to us....a sparkling sangria!” Jessica exclaimed.

You tucked some hair behind your ear. “He wanted me to meet the man he was meeting with.”

“Oh?” Rebecca rose an eyebrow.

“Yeah, maybe I can design something for him.” Trying to calm your breathing, you drank half of your new drink.

“A top designer of Gotham’s work is never done.”

You giggled and tossed your head back. “So true!” You looked at your friends, why don’t we go out there and dance?”

Everyone, happily agreed and headed to the dance floor. The music, Dinah was really on point you mused. You could tell your friends were in good spirits. It was a good night.

You let the music take you over as you danced. You were feeling fantastic. Your friends were happy and Roman, was amazing. He left you breathless.

“Baby, dance with me?”

Turning, you happily to the voice that made your heart bear faster.

“I would love to.”

He pulled you close, soon your moving and all of the club..the people melted away and it felt like it was just the two of you. You looked how the shadow of his his growth just grazed your cheek as the two of your swayed to the music.

“Baby.” He whispered in your ear.

You pulled back to look at him, loving his mischievous smile.

“I have your panties in my pocket.”

You gave him an equally playful smile. “I know why you ordered the sparkly sangria.

He pulled you close, he chuckled softly. “That’s my girl. He whispered as he held you close swaying to the beat.

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[littleoddwriter]

BoP!Roman Sionis has BPD (in my opinion) | Headcanon

Disclaimer: This is purely a headcanon with some “evidence” from the film. I have been diagnosed with BPD. This is by no means meant to invalidate any other headcanons (like the Bipolar one, which I’ll also mention here). Please don’t come for my ass, thanks!

Personally, I headcanon BoP!Roman Sionis to suffer from Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). For one, I have been diagnosed with it, so I feel more connected to him through that (so, I may be projecting a liiittle bit). But he also shows quite a few signs for it, albeit it probably wasn’t intentional, nor does he have to have a specific disorder assigned to him anyway. Still!

I saw a lot of people assign Bipolar Disorder to him from the day the movie premiered, and while I can’t deny the possibility, nor do I want to take away anyone’s headcanon, one reason why I was always a bit “Hhh, idk” with it is because his mood swings are way too rapid. They happen in such quick succession, whereas Bipolar Disorder is known for- not gradual, but more long-lasting and slower changing moods/mood swings. BPD on that note happens in moments, almost. You can be feeling like you’re on top of the world, a God even, in one  moment, and the very next - usually because of a trigger - you plummet, you feel everything at once, it is overwhelming. Most common are anxiety, guilt, or anger. Rage. Which Roman displays. He is also quick to calm down after an episode and act as if nothing has happened at all, which is also quite common in people with BPD.

It is of course possible that he has Bipolar and BPD. I’ve met some people who suffered from both (and more). It’s possible and quite common, since BPD often comes with other disorders anyway. They don’t cancel each other out. So, if anyone headcanons him with Bipolar, then that’s what he has and you can do whatever you want with that, I support that. I just feel as if sometimes people reached a quick verdict because the mood swings were so potent that they might have immediately connected it to Bipolar, because that’s pretty much all that people usually know about it. Or someone who suffers from it has seen Roman and thought “I see myself in that” and that’s super valid because that’s basically what I’m doing here, too. I still thought I’d bring it to attention, since it almost became Fanon at one point and I just felt as though the more plausible answer has been overlooked all this time, I’m not going to lie.

Onto the signs/”evidence” of Roman suffering from BPD that I found/have personally interpreted that way (again, you can interpret/headcanon whatever you want):

Please note that there are 9 Symptoms of BPD that are used to diagnose people. You have to show at least 5 of them to qualify for a diagnosis. It can’t be diagnosed before the age of 18, and it’s important that the symptoms have been going on for a long time in a certain pattern that aligns with BPD, rather than anything else because most BPD symptoms are ones that show in other disorders as well.

Intense fear of real or imagined abandonment and frantic attempts/efforts to stop said abandonment from happening: Roman is shown to 1) not handle rejection well at all (example: Keo, Dinah’s betrayal - and his reaction), 2) cling onto other people (example: Dinah), 3) need reassurance that he’s not being betrayed/abandoned (example: Dinah), etc. You get the idea. He reacts extremely to these things. Mr Keo rejects him? He gets murdered. Dinah betrays him? He breaks down completely.

Intense mood swings: What I said above - his mood swings are quick and extreme. He’s agitated, even raging, in one moment and in the next he jumps up, is giddy and excited, as though nothing ever happened.

A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterised by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation: Just like moods, and helped by the black/white thinking, opinions of other people can change in a heartbeat. Also characterised by a BPD-exclusive thing, called Splitting. One moment you’ll love someone to the moon and back, then they make one mistake, change their tone, anything, and you hate them, they’re evil, you want them gone. Sounds as unhealthy and exhausting as it is. Again with Dinah - she used to just be a singer in his club, which he was fascinated by. She comforted him. Suddenly, he made her his new driver and his opinion of her didn’t necessarily change, but it intensified, he “loved” her more than anything, or anyone else at that time - idealised her (I’d say that she momentarily was his new Favourite Person (FP, also BPD exclusive), even though Zsasz has been his FP for over a decade by then). Then she betrayed him and while he didn’t want Zsasz to kill her immediately, you could say that he may have wanted to do it himself. He definitely hated her at that point. She was evil, a betrayer. She needed to be gone. 

Distorted and unstable self-image or sense of self: Basically, I’d say that his carefully constructed vain facade is part of it. I think he built this flamboyant, outgoing persona to appeal to others and be able to socialise better. He lives off of approval and attention, and the best way to get it is to be loud and eccentric the way we know him in the film. And he is narcissistic to a fault, which you could attribute to BPD as well, but also his lack of a clear sense of self, therefore forcing it by idealising himself almost. Just my thoughts, though. The more valuable evidence for this is Black Mask. Roman has this different persona, both as protection, and as a means to let go, to get away from himself, to be even more cruel, etc. But he doesn’t always make use of it, hell, for all we know, the end of the movie really was the first time (in a long time, perhaps) he’s actually been Black Mask. I believe that he doesn’t really know who he is, or who he wants to be. Black Mask knows it, though, and he is better in ways that Roman can’t push himself to be. At least that’s my take on it. I just feel as if Roman’s very flamboyant and eccentric persona is something he consciously built, that it’s someone he pretends to be, even though deep down he knows he’s not that. Or maybe it’s just a part of him that he amplifies because he doesn’t know what else there is to him, doesn’t see anything else significant to himself. You know?

Impulsive and often dangerous behaviours: Roman abuses substances (he takes drugs, drinks alcohol), especially when he is trying to cope after being rejected (Keo). Other things would only be speculation, so I won’t list them, but it’s safe to say that he does show this symptom.

Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, or recurrent physical fights): Not much to say to that, if you’re reading this, you have seen the film and know exactly why I say that he clearly shows this symptom.

Paranoia and Dissociation: It’s not an entirely clear thing, but I’d argue that it’s safe to say that he shows clear signs of dissociation and paranoia. [I’d also say he is shown to be psychotic (he’s definitely delusional and has auditory hallucinations, so- psychosis).] For the paranoia, I doubt I have to say a lot about this, but- Black Canary again. “You wouldn’t betray me, would you?” after he’s already been betrayed by Harley and then Erika, who he thought has been laughing at him. He can’t trust anyone. Not even Zsasz, apparently. Because when Victor told him Dinah is a rat, he asked him “Are you sure?”, making it clear that in this very moment, he didn’t trust him either. I feel like he probably doesn’t even trust Victor as blindly as we were made to believe anyway, due to his paranoia. [Now for the psychosis: You can hear too loud and distorted laughter when Keo rejects him, when Erika supposedly laughed at him, and when Victor tells him Dinah is a rat. I’d say that it’s safe to assume that he hears this laughter in his head - auditory hallucinations.] He also dissociates, when he becomes Black Mask, and when he is having an episode because of the diamond being stolen. Only Victor could ground him by intense physical contact and seeking just as intense eye contact. 

As you can see, I can assign 7 of the 9 criteria to Roman (the two that have been left out were self-harming/suicidal behaviour and chronic feelings of emptiness, both of which I can’t determine through what we’ve been shown in the film, so). 

Still, to me, he may as well suffer from both BPD and Bipolar, which would make his psychosis even more likely (psychosis can also be caused by BPD, but actual hallucinations are less common, usually we are more likely to “only” experience delusions).

If anyone’s even read all of this - What are your thoughts on this? Do you think it’s plausible? Did you have a wholly different opinion? I’d love to hear anything people have to say, as long as it is respectful!

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[luminnara]

The Dismemberment Song PART 2 | BOP Victor Zsasz x Reader | 18+

Fandom: Birds of Prey

Words:

Summary: Zsasz takes a liking to one of the burlesque dancers at Roman’s club. It turns out the two have a little history together...and they both want to do something about their unresolved tension.

PART ONE | PART TWO 

Thanks so much for reading!! I really really hope you like this, because BOP Zsasz needs more love and attention, and I, for one, am determined to give it to him! 

Words: 3,666

Warnings: Alcohol, blood, violence, mutilation, that good good smutty smut (oral, penetration), kinda dom!Zsasz

Requests are open!!

You had never been in Roman Sionis’s penthouse. It was strictly off limits to anyone he didn’t personally invite, and you didn’t even think that his favorite little bird, Dinah Lance, had been up there. Now, though, here you were, stepping out of the elevator with Zsasz on your heels as you marveled at the converted loft. 

“Holy shit,” you breathed, looking around. 

Roman’s place was filled with weird art, all sorts of exotic masks sitting on pedestals or hanging on the walls. There was a long, dark dinner table with a decorative fruit platter sitting in the center, and an open floor plan allowed to see the spacious living room surrounded by huge walls of windows that overlooked the East End. It was the perfect blend of luxurious and industrial for someone like Roman, and you sighed as you imagined yourself living somewhere so nice.

“‘Sthat all about?” Zsasz asked in that rough, low, almost drawling voice.

“Just admiring the view,” you said as you left him to go stand before the windows.

“Yeah,” Zsasz agreed. “It’s nice.”

But his eyes were on you, not the Gotham skyline.

“Do you stay here with him?” You asked, turning to look at Roman’s henchman with a bright, exuberant smile on your face, as if you hadn’t just murdered a man onstage in the club.

“I do.” Zsasz approached you, hands in his pockets as he moved in that watchful, predatory way you always saw him slinking around with. “I’ve gotta protect the boss. He needs me.”

“You must do a pretty good job of it.” You mused. Now that you were confident that Roman wasn’t going to have Zsasz peel your face off, you were allowing yourself to relax again.

“It’s my job.” He said simply, coming to stand behind you. He was so close that you could smell his cologne, his breath hot on your neck as he leaned in.

You froze.

His chest was brushing your back and you were almost certain he could hear the way your heart was hammering away in your chest. You held perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle as Zsasz brought a hand up to brush your bloodstained curls away from your shoulder.

His fingers were rough, calloused, and warm, just like the rest of him, his hands big and strong enough that you were confident he could kill you unarmed in the blink of an eye. The weird, sadistic side of you would welcome it; though you had never admitted it to anybody before, you were pretty sure that Victor Zsasz was the only man you would ever allow to kill you.

You could remember the first time you met him, years ago, when he and Roman came to your old gig to convince you to start up at the Black Mask. He had less scars back then, but still the same bleached hair and that fucking handsome stubble on his jaw. You had been entranced as you watched him follow your eventual employer around, the club owner giving them their own corner booth and all the bottle service that Roman Sionis could possibly want.

You could remember how your legs had turned to jelly when the shift manager sent you over to them, but you must have managed to hide it well, because you spent the rest of the night drinking and partying with Roman fucking Sionis. Then, obviously, one thing led to another, and you had gone to work for him.

The part you had never told anyone about, though, the part you never spoke of, was the part where Zsasz had taken you into a vip room.

You didn’t remember all the details about everything that night, but you could still recall every moment you spent on his lap. Every appreciative squeeze he gave your ass and thighs, every low moan he let out as you rocked your hips with his. You still dreamt about it once in a while, even though you were sure that it had all been something about Roman making his lackey inspect the goods before hiring you.

But still...you had loved it.

He always wore his shirts unbuttoned a fair ways down to show off the scars on his upper chest, but that night, you had gotten to see more. You could remember how you had run your fingers over them, and the way that Zsasz had watched you almost reverently. You didn’t know exactly why he etched them into himself, if it was to intimidate everyone or for some personal reason, but you didn’t find them odd or ugly. You loved the raised scar tissue and the way it felt, so smooth to the touch despite looking so gnarled, and it was one of the many reasons you had always harbored a secret liking for Victor Zsasz.

Now, as he stood so close behind you, you felt that same jelly in your legs.

“You should get cleaned up, kitten.” He said in that low voice. “The boss wouldn’t want you making a mess.”

You tilted your head slightly, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “Why don’t you show me to the shower then, Zsasz?”

It came out more sultry than you had intended, but when he responded by pressing his hips into your ass, you were glad. He caught the way your breath hitched in your throat, his eyes trained on yours as he did nothing but stare at you for a few agonizingly long moments.

“Right this way, Princess.” He finally broke away.

You brushed off your mild disappointment, mentally chastising yourself for hoping that would have gone further, and followed him down a hallway, passing a few closed doors before reaching one that stood open. When Victor stepped in and flipped the light switch, you stood and gawked at what awaited you.

Of course Roman Sionis would have the nicest guest bathroom in Gotham.

It was huge, a claw foot tub sitting against the wall across from the sink while a shower was situation at the far end. Everything was off-white and antique gold, simple and elegant and clearly very expensive.

“Holy shit,” you said under your breath, for the second time that night. “Roman doesn’t skimp out, does he?”

“The boss has expensive taste.” Zsasz said, following you in. “Get in the shower.”

You turned and looked at him. “Little privacy might be nice.”

He only stared back.

“Zsasz...?” You gave a little nod towards the door.

“Oh,” he chuckled, laughing to himself as if something had slipped his mind. “Course. Privacy.”

He turned and shut the door, still in the room with you.

You sighed.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Can’t leave you alone in here unattended.” He said, stepping towards you. “You might slip and fall.”

His voice was slightly menacing, in a way that had you almost wondering if he wasn’t going to find a way to kill you and stage your death as an accident. But you were confident in yourself. If he made any funny moves, you could get him before he got you.

Maybe.

“Fine.” You jutted your chin out defiantly. “Then why don’t you make yourself useful and go warm up the water for me while I get out of this robe?”

You expected him to roll his eyes and sneer, but he didn’t. He didn’t even refuse. He just walked right over, slid the glass shower door to the side, and turned the water on. Just like that. Obediently, as if he actually wanted to. You were so dumbfounded by it that by the time he glanced back towards you, you were still standing there, completely dressed.

He looked a bit disappointed.

“Well?” He asked.

“What? Oh.” You untied your fancy little robe and let it fall onto the tiles, still looking straight at him.

You could see his eyes trailing down your body, those dark circles under them giving him a hungry, starved look. When you hooked your thumbs in the sides of your thong and pulled it down, you saw his chest rising and falling as his breaths quickened slightly.

You smirked. Yeah, like Roman had said, Zsasz was harmless. If he had wanted to kill you, he would have by now. He’d already had a dozen chances on the way up to the penthouse.

As you walked toward the shower, he stepped to the side, seeming for a moment as if he was content to let you go in and enjoy the hot water in peace. Of course he wasn’t, though;

This was Victor Zsasz.

“Wait.” He caught your wrist just before you could step in and you were vaguely aware of the blade he flicked open with his other hand. “You need a mark.”

“What?” You stepped back, allowing him to pull you up to him.

“A mark.” He tapped one of the scars on the side of his face with the knife. “For your kill. Where do you want it?”

You weren’t sure what to say. You had never kept track of the lives you took, but...it really wasn’t that bad an idea. Plus, it seemed like Zsasz wasn’t giving you the option to refuse.

Double plus, it was kind of sexy to imagine him carving you up.

“Here.” you finally said, pointing to the center of your chest. 

Zsasz grinned, showing off those gold teeth that you loved so much. He kept his grip on your wrist but lowered your arm to your side, his knife pressing against the thin skin above your sternum. His touch was feather light, no doubt thanks to years and years of butchering people, both for Roman and for his own pleasure. He new exactly how hard to press in which areas, an expert in the art of slicing through flesh. The steel of his blade was cool and freshly sharpened, gliding along and drawing an angry, but beautiful, red line as blood oozed up and began running down your torso.

 As he dragged the knife down, you let out a hiss of discomfort, pitching forward slightly in pain. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours as his blade cut deeper, deeper, nearly down to the bone, and by the time he was finished, you had a four inch long gash ending at the top of your cleavage that was sure to scar marvelously. 

You looked down at it in wonder. Zsasz had done it so...beautifully. He made it so important, this new tally mark. And as you gazed at it, you realized you loved it because he made it. Victor Zsasz, one of Gotham City’s most fucked up criminals, had given you a scar. For somebody just as fucked up as him...well, it practically brought tears to your eyes.

Victor didn’t give you a chance to get weepy. He dropped the bloody knife into the spotless white sink, the blade clattering loudly above the sound of the shower. Zsasz moved his thumb to your new cut, pressing it against the wound and then bringing it up to his mouth to lick your blood off. 

“Zsasz,” you whispered. 

“Victor.” his voice rumbled as he let go of your wrist. “Call me Victor.”

Then his hands were on you, one squeezing your tit while the other grabbed your ass. You gasped in surprise, but his mouth silenced you almost immediately. The kiss was rough, his lips nicked with a few scars, but he was good and you immediately melted against him. He was devouring you, as if he been starved of any attention for years, and maybe he had been. He was hungry for you, insistent, determined, practically begging for more as a low moan rose in his throat. 

Your knees were weak, and you had to break the kiss to catch your breath before you collapsed. You wanted more, though, needed to feel more of him, your hands ripping open his nice designer button down. He wasn’t even mad that you had just sent half the buttons flying around the bathroom, because your fingers were already trailing over the scars that covered his chest, then dipping down to run across his hips. 

His skin was smooth, wherever it was free of tally marks, and incredibly hot to the touch. While you explored, your lips latched onto his neck, kissing and biting and sucking in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. Zsasz was used to being the demanding one, but he wasn’t about to complain that you were so determined to leave some marks of your own. 

Your hands ghosted up over his pecs and then down his abs, and you hummed in appreciation as you felt the neatly groomed hair on his chest. When your hands dipped lower and lower and finally found his belt, he suddenly growled and grabbed your wrists, and your head snapped up to look at him. 

“Shower. Now.” he ordered, eyes dark. 

You obeyed, slipping away from him and stepping into the shower. You could hear him undressing, and as you sighed happily at the feeling of the warm water on your skin, he came to join you.

The shower was more than big enough for the two of you, but he didn’t want to give you any space. He backed you up against the wall, his lips immediately crashing down on yours as he pushed himself up against you. You could feel his hard on pressing into your thigh and whimpered in anticipation, a shiver going straight down to your pussy.

Fuck.

You wanted him so fucking much.

“V-Victor,” you whispered as he leaned back from the kiss. You couldn’t help rubbing your thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache that was quickly building up.

“I wanna hear you purr for me, kitten.” He rasped, his big, warm hand drifting down to your cunt. He found your clit immediately, teasing it, reveling in every gasp and cry you let out for him.

He wanted nothing more than to get down on his knees and worship you with his mouth, but he could be patient.

“You know, when I saw you there, on the stage...” he said as he drew lazy circles around your clit, “...I couldn’t look away...”

“R-really?” You gasped, arching your back as you sucked in a breath.

“Mhm.” He pressed a finger into you. “So fuckin’ beautiful, the way you carved him up...”

You squealed at his touch, the sound like music to his ears. He liked it even more than the sound of his victims screaming...though he was confident you’d be doing plenty of that, too.

“Never knew such a pretty little birdie like you could do somethin’ like that...” he said, slowly pulling his finger out and then pushing it back in again. “All that blood...”

“I-I’ve killed plenty of times,” you gasped, nails digging into his arms as you clung to him. 

“I could tell...you made it look like art...” he suddenly added a second finger, shoving them both in until the rest of his knuckles were pressing against your labia and he had nowhere else to go. 

You let out a loud whine, wanting more, needing more. Before you could demand anything of him, though, he was kneeling in front of you, practically reading your mind as he leaned in to replace his fingers with his mouth. 

You hadn’t expected him to be so skilled, but then again, you hadn’t really expected any of this to be happening tonight. 

He was eating you out as if you were his last meal, as if he hadn’t had food in weeks, as if he was starving. Zsasz was desperate, lapping up all the wetness from your pussy as if it was the only thing keeping him alive, his moans vibrating against your skin. His hair was too short to tangle your fingers in, but you still tried, nails scratching his scalp in a tantalizing way while he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave little red marks behind. 

“F-fuck,” you moaned, leaning your head back against the wall and tensing as he sucked on your clit. Little jolts were running through you, sparks that almost felt electric. Your limbs were tingling as your orgasm built, and as it finally spilled over, you found yourself whining and gasping and chanting his name over and over, holding onto him tightly as he licked at you greedily. 

Zsasz loved it. He wanted you to need him, and he loved the sounds he could pull from you. He could keep going all night, burying his face between your thighs and worshipping you, but now, he wanted more. 

“Turn around.” he said as he stood, licking his lips. 

You nodded, still in a daze as you turned and braced yourself against the wall. He grabbed your hip in one hand and his cock in the other, rubbing the head against your swollen, wet pussy. Next time, he would have you suck him off. Maybe he would ask you to wake him up with a blowjob in the morning.  But now, tonight, he was hungry to feel you around him, and as he slowly slid into you, he savored every moment of it. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back as he buried himself in your heat. “You’re fuckin perfect, kitten...”

You moaned back, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy around it causing you to momentarily forget your words. As he drew out and then snapped his hips forward, you grunted, biting down on your lip as you closed your eyes. He felt incredible, rubbing past all the right spots inside of you as he found a rhythm he liked and began fucking you mercilessly. His hands were grabbing you wherever they could, be it your hips or tits or hair, and as he fell further and further into his desire for you, you could feel his chest brushing over your back as he leaned down. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he growled, nipping at your ear. “Who do you belong to?”

“Y-you,” you choked out, trying to turn and look at him. “I-I belong to you, Victor...”

“Good girl.” he snarled, squeezing the side of your ass cheek as hard as he could. 

The moan you let out was absolutely filthy, and as your pussy squeezed around him, you felt yourself beginning to come undone once more. He pounded into you and your moans and cries grew louder and louder, a symphony of pleasure as you climaxed, and Zsasz followed soon after, moaning your name in your ear as he filled you up. Your pussy milked him, squeezing every last drop out of his cock, and as he caught his breath, you could feel him pressing lazy kisses against the back of your neck. 

“Fuck,” he panted. 

You straightened up and he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you against his chest as he refused to let you go. It was quiet for a moment as you both came down from your highs, the sound of the shower the only thing breaking the silence. Finally, he allowed you to turn around, and as you faced him, you saw a surprisingly serene expression on his face. 

“Stay with me.” he said. It was less of a request and more of a demand.

“What about Roman?” you asked, legs still quivering. 

“The boss’ll understand.”

And that was that.

Zsasz washed the blood off of your skin, insisting that you let him do all the work, and afterwards, he gave you a plush bathrobe to wear. You spent the night in Victor’s bed, and you did wake him up with a surprise blowjob, even without him asking you to. After a round of morning sex, you walked out into the penthouse in your bathrobe to see Roman Sionis already sitting at the table, and for a moment, you froze. You had almost forgotten where you were, and there was your boss, Gotham’s newest and nastiest godfather, spreading some cream cheese on a gourmet bagel.

“Ah,” he said, glancing up as he heard you. “You’re still here.”

“I...uh...” 

“Mornin’, boss.” Victor said, walking out behind you. He was fully dressed, looking and acting as if he hadn’t taken home a girl the night before. 

“The car is waiting for you.” Roman grunted, far more interested in his breakfast than he was in the conversation. “Be quick about it.”

Zsasz bowed his head and turned to you, holding his hand out expectantly. When you only stared at him, he almost rolled his eyes. “Your house keys, princess.”

“My...what?” you asked. “For what?”

“So I can get your things.”

“What things?”

“You’re moving in.” Roman said dismissively, as if it were obvious. 

“...What?”

“You’ve been promoted. Or did you forget?” he asked, giving you a look that suggested he was already tired of your questions. “You’ll be staying here, until you either die, or I fire you, or both. Now, be a dear and give Mr. Zsasz your keys, so that he can get your necessities. I’ll have some new clothes ordered for you this afternoon.”

You stared at him for a moment and then looked at Victor. “They’re in my bag down in the dressing room. But--”

Before you had a chance to finish and tell him that this really wasn’t necessary, he was already gone, calling the elevator so that he could obediently go down to the club and rummage through your purse. You had no doubt that he could get into your locker on his own, and as much as you really didn’t want or need him to go to the effort, you weren’t entirely mad about it. Living with Victor--and Roman--didn’t seem like that bad a deal, and if it meant that you’d get to have more fun with Zsasz, you were all in. 

“Well, glad that’s settled.” Roman said, sitting back and wiping the edge of his mouth with a fancy little cloth napkin. “Welcome to the Sionis penthouse, Princess.”

#victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz #zsasz x reader #birds of prey zsasz #bop zsasz #birds of prey x reader #birds of prey #birds of prey imagine #dc imagines #dc x reader

[darling-i-read-it]

Nasty

Roman Sionis x reader x Victor Zsasz

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: blood, a form of stabbing by the reader, crazy reader, creepy men

Author’s Note: this was absurdly fun to write. I’ll say it, Roman and his murder are currently my life and they will be my best stories.

Requested; by @warofheartsinmyhead Hi , i really love your writting ❤ when i watch bop its like i fall in love with Roman sionis and victor szasz this two are my favorites . Could you write something with Roman x reader x szasz ? Like this two like the reader and reader is a bit physco? Thank you❤ english is not my first language , sorry i wrote very badly😙

Summary: the request!

Genre: murder bby

Song:

(not my gif)

You sat at the edge of the couch. Roman was sitting beside you and Victor was standing on the other side, leaning against you and the side of the club couch. Roman was talking and you couldn’t quite listen to him because his hand was on your thigh and Victor was playing absentmindedly with your hair.

Being the girl of Sionis and Zsasz wasn’t as hard as people thought it would be. Being protected, having power, having two wonderful men by your side at all times to dote on you and for you to dote on.

The best killing partners in Gotham if anyone asked you.

You were pretty sure that Joker guy was a wuss.

“Roman, babe, I’m going to get a drink,” you told him. He nodded and gave your thigh one last squeeze before you slipped out of the couch.

“Go with her,” Roman told Victor but you raised your hands in innocence, a crazed smile on your face.

“I can handle myself boys,” you promised, pointing at Victor to make sure he didn’t follow. He got the memo and stayed with Roman. You turned on your incredibly high heel and adjusted your shirt. You walked over to the bar and the bartender didn’t need you to say what you wanted because he had been making it before you came over.

You leaned against the counter, looking over the club. Your club, Romans club, Victors club. The club. A small proud smile crept onto your face as you looked at the singer, doing her thing up there just because Roman told her to. The bartender put the drink in your open hand and you turned to walk away when a man approached you, someone you had never seen in the club before.

“Hey baby,” he slurred. He was obviously a few drinks in but no one talked to you, knowing who you were. You were surprised. “Nice shirt.”

You didn’t have to look down to know the crop top you were wearing (bought by Victor) and the tight pants with matching black heels (bought by Roman) were a little revealing. That was the whole point of being the girl of the club after all. Amongst other bloody things.

“Thank you!” you said, taking the compliment. He put his hand on the counter on one side of you. He was too close. You squinted, trying to find his angele and your smile remained.

“Whatcha say darlin...we get outta this nasty club?” he whispered messily.

Your smile faded. Your eyebrows knitted.

He could flirt with you all he wanted but insulting the club you were so very proud of? No ol boy. Never.

You put down your drink.

“Nasty?” you sneered. He shrugged, placing his hand on your hip. Your mouth opened in shock and you grabbed his hand, twisting it to where you could hear a crack of some sort. The man screamed but the club was so loud that no one paid any attention. You shoved him to the ground and the crowd parted way seeing who was doing to beat down.

Across the room, Roman was getting antsy.

“Go check on her Zsasz,” he muttered to Victor. Romans drink was shaking in his hand as he looked over and then saw the crowd move and a man on the floor. People moved just enough for the two boys to see you standing over the man, a blood lust look on your face.

“I think she's busy,” Victor pointed out.

“I’ll show you nasty darlin!”

You kicked his crotch and twisted, your platform heels digging into places they had never been before. He let out a squeal and you twisted harder.

“What the fuck you bitch?!” he yelled in anguish.

Roman stood up quickly.

“That’s our queue,” Victor pointed out and they made a beeline for where you were standing. You held up a finger to the boys and they halted. You brought up your heel slowly and he watched you, holding his crotch protectively. You lowered it carefully onto his stomach and leaned forward, near his face.

“Do you know who owns this place?” you whispered. He shook his head. “My Victor-” you pointed and he looked at your first boyfriend, “-my Roman-” he looked over at the suit clad boyfriend, “-and me.” You moved down and the heel dug further into his chest to draw blood.

After a few moments you moved your foot away. People had stopped to stare now but you didn’t mind. The man was still on the floor, crying, losing blood. The only other sound was your heels as you stepped over his body to your boys. Victor put an arm on your shoulder and Roman grabbed your waist.

“Nasty. Ha! Imagine,” you teased and the boys laughed even if they weren’t quite sure what you were joking about. You leaned into their touches and then moved back and grabbed your drink from the bar.

“Now where were we?”

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Roman: @stardancerluv

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

“Shit!” Papa Roman growled while you finished placing homemade cookie dough onto the greased pan.

“What’s wrong, Dad?” You asked, scraping up the remnants in the bowl as Papa Vic walked over to investigate, seems Roman forgot to preheat the oven.

“Honey, it’s okay, it’ll only take a few minutes.” Victor wrapped his arms around Roman’s shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

“Does anyone want some leftover cookie dough?” You asked while shoveling a scoop into your mouth. Your fathers turned to you and lit up.

“Don’t mind if I do, sweetheart.” Roman asked, sticking his finger right in the bowl and enjoyed the uncooked treat, even insisting Victor had a taste. A bit odd to see, but odd was common in this household and you wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @purpleskiesstorm //

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[dyketectivecomics]

For the character ask, Steph??

So this is from a set of asks from MONTHS ago that I’m JUST now getting to I’m so sorry y’all. I realized the reason I put them off was bc they required a bit more Thought that I was willing to put into them at the time (but that I’ve found the spell slots for now at least)

I won’t be accepting any new characters for this ask meme at this time! Just answering the ones I have in my inbox over the course of the rest of this week! Thanks y’all!

So without any further ado~

Favorite thing:

Stephs tenacity is something that time and time again I admire so much. “No” is simply NOT in her vocabulary. It’s an answer she refuses to accept. She’s willing to put in 120% into anything she makes her mind up about, Damn the consequences. And tbh? It’s something I just love abt her to pieces

Least favorite thing:

Moreso a fandom thing, but obvsly any time she’s left out of a Robin line up aksja. She did not DIE to be ignored. She was INTENDED to STAY DEAD just as much as Jason was! (& I’m so glad that she was brought back anyways but yknow) it’s just something Important to me and the ways that some fans will approach her just... rubs me wrong

Favorite line:

“It’s only the end if you want it to be.” Just hits me SO HARD. Her run was so short and KNOWING in the meta sense that she was abt to be erased from the continuity, even for as short of a time as it ultimately ended up being ;-; idk man. It just HITS

Friend-Ships: LOVE when ppl explore her platonic relationships with diff batfam members ofc! would’ve loved to see maybe her and Charlie (Misfit) hanging out post-resurrection? Also in a BoP Jr group maybe lmao. Uhhh I liked that one issue when she and Klarion hung out, that one was rlly fun akdjaksj

Romantic-Ships: I think Tim/Steph is Important & I appreciate it as a Young Love thing, but I totally get why most ppl don’t ship it or don’t ship it beyond the canon points. Tbh. I don’t want it explored any further than that either lmao. I think I’ve made it pretty obvs I love Steph/Cass and Steph/Rae more anyways uhh can’t think of many others tho ahhh

Don’t Ship:

I got recommended a Dami/Steph group chat here on Tunglr™️ once and snakes began manifesting in my house. The grossest part was that a big-name batblog was part of that group too so yknow 🤢🤢🤢 (if anyone wants to know who I’ll give it privately but anyways suffice it to say I blocked all those ppl in that chat immediately)

Random Headcanon:

When Steph’s getting her bachelors she briefly considers an Engineering/Geology dual major (bc IMAGINE the improvements she could make to the Firewall or even relocating/expanding it?) but long-term I don’t see it panning out/holding her interest

Unpopular Opinion:

Ultimately I do like the idea of her becoming more detached from the Bats and going her own way. Whether that means doing something in the med field or even just doing part-time private investigative work (ala next Question ofc) I love Steph & her place in the batfam is never going to change in the wider fanon eye. But personally? I’d like to see her step more away from them as she grows. She fought so hard for her place but imagine the GROWTH that would show on her part in just... recognizing that she has nothing to prove to them ultimately.

Song I Associate with them:

Listening to Neon Tree’s “Trust” gave me Steph vibes that I can’t exactly explain but like... idk. I just Feel her and her struggles (esp Spoiler/Robins days-wise) in it? That chorus esp just hits a little different from the perspective of Steph who’s JUST “returning from the grave” too I think.

Fav pic of them:

Detective #796 is a work of art in many ways but ESP in the fact that all of the watercolor perspectives are put there with such PURPOSE to only be in “color” when Zsasz in “zeroing in” on a potential victim and yet in This Panel Steph is REFUSING to give up without a proper fight! She’s been thru hell by this point in the story of this issue and she’s coming back at Zsasz TRIUMPHANTLY here! She’s not a victim, SHE is the VICTOR.

#asked and answered #ask meme #long post #cassiestansmark #flamebiirds #im so sorry this took so long yall aaaaahhhh!!!! #suddenly it was months later and i realized i never answered these aksjak #ok time to tag the Gal #stephanie brown #noncompliance #just for my own records so i dont forget those ideas lmao #ok gonna get to ONE more tonight and then save the others for tomorrow #but i WILL finally finish those asks!!!! i WILL

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Just Like Old Times (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [One-shot]

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Premise: You once worked alongside Victor Zsasz for a mob boss. When he left for Roman Sionis, you stayed behind, loyalty to your mob boss winning out. Until he betrays that loyalty, forcing you to call on an old friend.

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You and Victor Zsasz shared an affinity for knives. Well, that’s what he called those little things he used. You, however, had taken the ideology “Walk soft, but carry a big stick” to heart. Instead of little switchblades, you carried a machete.

Your signature style included a knee-length trench coat to hide the machete strapped to your thigh. There was a hole in the right pocket so you could yank it out quickly if need be, but like an old gunslinger, you preferred to swish aside the coat and unsheath the blade with a flourish.

Leonardo Acciai had only employed you as a favor to your mother. Unable to curb your violent tendencies, she had sent you to Leo, believing that if your violence couldn’t be exorcised, it could at least be put to use.

That’s how you became Leo’s butcher at sixteen.

Leo liked to take hands. Cross him, deny him—any poor sucker who got on Leo’s bad side lost a hand at the wrist underneath your machete.

You met Zsasz a few years later when he signed on as extra muscle. His self-cutting ritual of marking kills preceded him and fascinated you. He couldn’t help but like a person who carried steel as long as his forearm.

The two of you were formidable.

When Zsasz left for Roman Sionis, he asked you to join him. You said no. Leo had given you your break. You owed him loyalty.

Until you didn’t.

~~

Leo called you into the warehouse in which he ordered the butchering. Despite the sweltering heat, you still sported your trench coat. The machete felt comfortable on your thigh, reassuring you even as you slowly compartmentalized your emotions. You were a professional. You had to inure yourself to others’ pain.

A young man, head hooded, knelt on his knees before the chopping block.

“You’re late,” Leo groused. In his fifties, his old-man irritation had set in early.

You didn’t bother explaining why. Even if he cared to listen, you preferred to keep quiet. You knew that a quiet woman was reassuring.

But a quiet woman with a machete and dead stare was terrifying.

“Let’s get this over with.” Leo waved a hand at Roberto, one of the two other men in the room.

The hood came off your victim.

Shock stabbed through your stomach.

Your brother stared up at you in terror, eyes wide, broken lip bleeding. “I didn’t do it,” he cried.

Roberto backhanded him. The slap echoed around the space. Leo liked the warehouse not just for its easy-to-hose floors; he loved the acoustics.

“I’ve known you since you were shitting in diapers, Tommy,” Leo said, craggy face creased with disappointment. “Stealing from me is like stealing from family.”

Thomas’s panicked eyes sought yours, pleading. Struggling to keep your emotions in check, you raced through your options.

Leo snapped his fingers. Dragging your feet, you approached, pulling the machete out from its sheath.

Thomas blubbered your name, thrashing against Roberto’s iron grip on his neck. With a snarl, Roberto kneed him in the kidney. You flinched as your brother gasped, wheezing. Roberto seized his arm and forced it onto the block.

“Because you stole from me and disrespected not only me but your family,” Leo declared, “you lose both hands.”

Sobbing, Thomas flailed uselessly against Roberto.

Leo snapped his fingers.

Stepping forward, you stared down at your brother. He was barely nineteen, enrolled in college to get a better, less bloody education than you did. He should never have been anywhere near Leo.

Your jaw clenched.

“Something wrong?”

You glanced aside at Leo, just out of reach. He looked at you patronizingly. There was a reason he had earned a reputation as merciless.

Like granite, your tongue moved. “He’s moving too much. I need Ed to hold his other arm.”

Roberto whistled. “I thought I was fucking cold,” he muttered.

Leo waved a hand at Ed, the other man in the room. Ed seized your brother’s free arm and forced it down onto the block.

Thomas’s sobs assaulted your ears. Your hand tightened on the machete.

Stepping up to the block, you gripped the machete with both hands. Thomas screamed your name.

You swung.

Blood spurted from Roberto and Ed’s exposed throats. Surprised, they let go of Thomas, their hands flying to their necks.

Leo leapt from his chair, hand reaching into his jacket.

Seizing Thomas by the collar, you dragged him to his feet, throwing him behind barrels clustered around a pillar supporting the warehouse roof. Thomas shrieked as you landed beside him.

Bullets pinged off the barrels, concrete raining down onto your heads as they ricocheted off the pillar.

“When I say go, run,” you hissed, pointing to the door through which you had entered earlier.

“I should’ve known,” Leo snarled behind you. “Sooner or later, you were going to bitch up and let your emotions get in the way.”

“Now,” you told Thomas.

Rolling to your left, you heard a bullet whiz over your head. Thomas scrambled in the opposite direction, heading for the door.

Leo spun to shoot him.

You threw the machete with a grunt.

The blade clipped Leo’s shoulder. With a roar, he squeezed off shots wildly. Roberto, bleeding out, weakly lifted up his own gun and fired in your direction.

Using everything as cover, you sprinted to the door, Leo screaming after you. “I’m going to fucking butcher you and your whole fucking family!”

Thomas’s fear crippled him as he ran. You caught up easily, seizing him by the arm and dragging him behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried, gasping.

“Later,” you said. “We have to get Mom.”

~~

It had been a decade since you had felt this afraid, everything out of control.

You did the one thing you could think of.

Parked outside of the Black Mask Club, you hunkered down in your seat, watching the front door and the alley. You waited nearly four hours before the sunlight struck the bleached-silver hair you were looking for.

Slipping out of the car, you crept up behind Zsasz’s as he climbed into the driver’s seat. You opened the passenger door and sat inside.

Zsasz lashed out in reflex, nearly hitting your face. “Holy fucking shit,” he gasped, gaping at you.

“Long time no see.”

“No shit. What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Getting into trouble.”

He grinned. “I like trouble.”

“That’s why I’m here. I need your help.”

Gold teeth flashing in the light, he said, “My help?”

“Leo wanted me to take my brother’s hands.”

The glee in his face slipped. “No.”

“I killed Roberto and Ed.”

“But not Leo.”

“He pulled a gun. Couldn’t get to him.” You swallowed thickly. “Can your boss spare you?”

Zsasz hesitated. You leaned back, smothering your hurt. You had been friends, but only because of work. Of course he wouldn’t risk it.

“Nevermind,” you muttered. “I’ll figure something else out. It was good to see you.”

His hand clamped down on your wrist, preventing you from leaving. “What did you have in mind?”

“Leo and Don,” you answered. Don was Leo’s right-hand man, the only person who could take over and pose a threat if Leo died.

Zsasz’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “I fucking hate Don.”  

~~

The plan was simple.

Its execution would not be.

This didn’t bother Zsasz in the least, which was part of the reason you recruited him. The other reason was because he was psychotic and trigger happy and ruthless.

“Roman wants this fucker dead anyway,” he said as you both waited for night to fall. “I can ask him for help—”

“No. This has to be dealt with internally.” You glanced out the window of the car. Your jaw ached from grinding your teeth together. “It’s personal.”

“Is Thomas alright?”

You arched an eyebrow. “You remember his name?”

Zsasz nodded, looking anywhere but your face. “Is he safe?”

“Yes. I hid him and my mom.”

“That’s good.”

Sunset painted the sky in gorgeous reds and oranges that you would have barely seen through the Gotham skyline if you had been in the city.

You cleared your throat. “How is it working for Roman Sionis?”

“Amazing,” Zsasz answered immediately. “Look.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his scarred chest to you. Fingers dancing across his flesh, he pointed out a handful of scars you had never seen before.

“You’ve been busy,” you noted wryly.

“Roman likes to cut off faces.”

“So I’ve heard.” You hadn’t seen Zsasz so ecstatic since the two of you had cleared an entire safe house of men with nothing but knives.

“He gives me a lot of work,” Zsasz continued. “You’d like it.”

You disagreed, but before you could voice it, a car pulled up to the gate of Leo’s sprawling estate. The driver rolled down the window, flashing his ugly mug at the guard. You recognized the profile and balding pate immediately.

“Don,” you muttered.

As much as you compartmentalized your emotions, Zsasz’s excitement was and had always been infectious. It thrummed through you, stoking fires you had forgotten existed during his absence. Zsasz knew how to have fun.

Reaching over your shoulder, he withdrew a submachine gun from the duffel on the backseat. Racking the slide, he peered down the iron sights, gold teeth flashing in the waning light.

“Last resort only,” you reminded him.

His smile widened. “Just like old times.” Cackling, he climbed out of the car.

~~

The problem with paranoid men is that it’s easy to surprise the men they hired, but not the paranoiacs themselves.

With ease, you and Zsasz chopped through Leo’s security, severing carotids and slipping blades between ribs. Your machete bit into throats, running with blood down to your hands, bodies trailing in your wake.

As you converged on Leo’s office, you sheathed the machete and drew the pistol tucked under your arm. Following your cue, Zsasz swung the submachine into his hands.

Down the hallway from the double doors, you gestured to Zsasz. “Spray and pray.”

Gold teeth flashing, Zsasz stepped forward.

The bullets tore through the doors, wood chips flying.

Screams and the thud of heavy bodies filtered over the buzz of the submachine gun.

Sidling up beside the doors, you sliced your hand across your neck. Zsasz released he trigger.

Kicking the mutilated doors open, you sped to the right, Zsasz cutting behind you to the left.

Double-taps to the chests of men still alive.

You swept the room.

No Leo.

An icy chill snaked down your spine.

Pain exploded through your shoulder from behind, slamming you forward. Zsasz spun in your peripherals, shock on his face. You threw yourself behind Leo’s heavy oak desk. Head low, you checked your shoulder. No blood.

Thank God for Kevlar.

Zsasz threw himself beside you, back smacking against the desk drawers. “Are you okay?”

Gritting your teeth, you nodded. Numbness crept down your arm, reaching your trigger finger.

Zsasz withdrew a knife from his boot, made eye contact with you. You nodded.

“You fucking bitch,” Leo shouted. “You really fucking thought—”

Zsasz popped up from behind the desk. The knife flew from his hand.

It buried into Leo’s shoulder.

Leo snarled.

Rising, you squeezed the trigger.

Blood sprayed the opposite wall. Leo went slack, gasping. He looked down at the sucking hole in his chest, staggered.

Shaking, you holstered the pistol and slowly approached his supine form. Leo’s hand limply searched for his gun, panicked eyes watching you.

The machete slid free from its sheath.

Staring down into his face, you hissed, “I wanted you alive for this.”

You brought the machete down onto his neck.

It took several chops for you to hack his head from his neck. Roaring filled your ears. It wasn’t until you staggered back from the decapitated corpse that you realized the roar was your own voice.

Zsasz stared at you, awe on his face. “I like you better like this.”

Without control, you mean, you thought. Struggling to compose yourself, you surveyed the bodies on the floor, searching their faces. You frowned.

“Where’s—”

You pitched forward onto your hands and knees, white-hot pain sucking your breath away in your back. Zsasz slid forward, hand reaching under your arm. Yanking the pistol free, he fired.

Thump.

“Fucking Don,” he snarled.

You coughed. Blood flecked the floor in front of you.

“Shit,” you hissed.

“Fuck.” Zsasz hauled you to your feet, pulling on your shirt to check the vest. “It almost went through.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Zsasz forced you to stare into his dark eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s not the worst I’ve suffered.”

He refused to let you go. Giving in, you leaned on him, shuffling forward to Leo’s head. You stared down at the grotesque rictus twisting the man’s features.

“Does your boss like gifts?” you asked.

Zsasz’s teeth gleamed.

~~

Despite his need for cleanliness, Roman was just as excited by the sight of you blood coating you as Zsasz was. Ordering Leo’s head to be placed on a spike, Roman all but kissed you on the mouth.

“You should have brought her to me sooner,” he admonished Zsasz.

Zsasz grinned in response.

“My own lethal eagle.” Roman laughed with excitement.

In the bathroom, you washed the blood from your hands, the water running pink. Zsasz entered the room, the grin still on his face. Helping you out of his shirt, he slid the Kevlar off your torso. Dark bruises were already forming on your back. You would need to wrap your ribs.

“Just like old times,” he said, his hands running over the marks.

“Sionis isn’t Leo,” you muttered, wiggling back into your shirt.

His silence drew your attention. Leaning against the sink, but still in your personal space, Zsasz let the smile slip.

You frowned. “What?”

“I thought about killing Leo before I left,” he confessed. “So you had no reason to stay.”

You didn’t know how to answer. Instead, you said, “You have some new scars to make.”

Zsasz’s voice rumbled low in your ear. “Want to help me make them?”

A smile twitched at the corner of your lips.

Just like old times.

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