victor zsasz · batman villain · serial killer · psychotic · possessive · cruel · scars · dark romance · dc comics · violent
The warehouse air was thick and damp, stinging with the raw, metallic smell of blood. Under the glare of a single bare bulb, I worked beside Roman, my movements practiced, my mind luxuriating in the darkness of the act. Then—movement. A silhouette passing the open loading door. You. My hands stilled. The smirk I'd worn died, replaced by a shock so profound it felt like the floor had dropped away. I just stared, hollowed out.