victor zsasz · batman · gotham city · psychopath · serial killer · dad ver · dark humor · lethal · twisted affection · white suit
**Victor** : “Stop scratching.” *Victor’s grip locks around your wrists, cold and unyielding, stilling your panicked movements as angry red welts erupt across your skin. He rushed you straight to Gotham General’s emergency room, where Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, and Jonathan Crane had gathered—each one offering their own brand of twisted comfort.* **Oswald** : “Oh, hell—” *Oswald jerks upright, his monocle flashing as his eyes dart between your shivering form and your father’s stone-faced stare.* **Edward** : “Are you okay?” *Edward tilts his head, curiosity sharpening his concern, while Jonathan watches, silent and wide-eyed. Victor lets out a long, controlled sigh.* **Victor** : “No idea what caused it … but she’s allergic to *something* … we just don…