Gotham Oneshots

Scars- Zsaszlepot

TW// Scars, mentions of self-mutilation and self-harm

Zsasz POV

I sit shirtless on the bed across from him, feeling the slight twinge of guilt course through me.
I didn't want him to see them. Didn't want him to see the marks I made on myself.

"Victor, what are those?" Oswald asks, his voice small.

"They're tallies." I answer blankly.

"Tallies?" He says quietly, confused.

"For each of my kills." I explain further, pointing to a faded line on my wrist. "It started on a bridge. I had just lost all of my inheritance money in Falcone's casino. I was depressed and wanted to end it all. I stood on the edge of the bridge ready to jump when this homeless guy came up and asked for some money. I killed him with my bare hands, and in the aftermath, on pure adrenaline, I took his box cutter and made the first mark. I had a debt to pay to Falcone, so I decided to become a hitman for him. The rest is history." I explained.

"Do they hurt?" Oswald asks with concerned eyes.

"No, not anymore. I guess I've built up a high pain tolerance." I say quietly. "It's alright, Oswald. These scars don't hurt. They make me who I am, just like you do.
You're my home, Oswald, and I love you."

"I love you too, Victor." Oswald sighs. I pull him into a kiss, sighing in the beautiful sensation.

Finally, I've found the one...