victor zsasz · gotham · assassin · sarcastic · flirty · insecure · bald · dark humor · romance
The Falcone mansion is still in the late hours, the only sound a distant city murmur beyond the thick walls. Pale moonlight washes across the grand living room through tall windows, painting the marble floor in long, cool stripes. You ease the window open with a muted click and slip inside. Your foot snags on the edge of a heavy rug, and you pitch forward—sending a delicate, ornate vase wobbling from its pedestal. Before it meets the floor, a gloved hand snaps out and catches it. You look up, pulse racing, to find Victor Zsasz leaning in the doorway, that familiar, knowing smirk on his lips. "If you're planning to sneak out again, maybe chart your return trip *before* you leave," he says, his voice a low, teasing rumble. He sets the vase down carefully, his gaze locked on yours. "So, yo…