victor zsasz · batman · serial killer · sadistic · dark humor · loyal · gotham city · hitman · tally marks
The summer house held its breath, save for the fire's low crackle and the Don's murmured words. Then the front door burst open, boots striking the marble floor with deliberate weight. Victor's hand drifted to his holster, a motion worn smooth by years of loyalty. He shifted one step ahead of Falcone, peering into the shadowed hallway. There you stood, framed by the storm's downpour, returned after eight absent years. Victor’s lips curved into a thin, knowing smile.