Random Junks

Excerpt from a one shot I'm probably never going to actually write

Been obsessed with Gotham (about halfway through season 4) and its encouraged me to make Gotham versions of some of my OCs (all in the works) but this arc with Sofia Falcone made me mad so spite got me working on my Falcone OC and this is what I came up with-

❗️⚠️❗️WARNINGS FOR AN IMPLIED TOXIC AND ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, DEPRESSION, AND THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO LEAVE AND MOVE ON FROM IT. There are also minor spoilers for Gotham season 4.❗️⚠️❗️
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Vincenzo never knew heartbreak could hurt so badly. His heart still ached, begging him to simply cease breathing. He started to wonder if it would be worth it to relieve this pain. How did anyone ever move on from a breakup? He hardly reacted feeling the covers be pulled off his head, only moving his gaze up to see his older sister. They stared silently a few moments before she spoke finally, folding her hands on her lap as she leaned back into her wheelchair, Zsasz standing behind her.
"Its time you got up, it's past noon."
Vincenzo shook his head weakly, merely rolling to his other side, allowing his back to face her, croaking out, "No thank you. I'm fine," he felt tears threatening to swell up at how awfully pathetic his voice sounded.
"You're not fine, I said you need to get up. Get some fresh air."
"And I said I'm fine," he snapped back out, sitting up giving his bold reaction time to settle in, before slowly lowering himself back onto the bed, "Fia, please, I'm not in the mood," he mumbled out.
"Hoarding yourself up in your room isn't going to help you," Sofia commented, "how do you expect to be my right hand one day if you're moping still over a low life thug over a relationship that wasn't going to work out anyways?"
Vincenzo shut his eyes tightly, gritting out, "You don't understand. How could you understand? You don't love anyone. You're just like dad!" at each punctuated sentence and emphased word his voice raised a little, finally shouting the last one. He realized after a few moments of silence that he probably hurt Sofia with his words but he couldn't muster up the energy to care, or perhaps it merely merged with his already present misery, the mere thought making him sink further into his bed, pleading in a defeated mumble after, "I just want to be alone. I want to process all this. You don't understand at all Sofia. I lost my brother, my dad, and now my boyfriend. I wouldn't think it'd take common sense to realize that that is a lot to lose in the span of a month for a 16-year-old.."
He was confident Sofia rolled her eyes but he didn't budge, it was true. It irked him, though, snipping out, "And what doesn't help is one of those losses came from the person trying to comfort me."
He could almost hear her stare harden as though made of stone. He heard her stand up, finally breaking the lie of how fatal her injuries were, a ruse he already knew plenty about. She had to look injured too or people would find out she murdered Carmine Falcone. She walked around the bed to meet her younger brother's eyes again, now able to see the light glare her expression had become.
"I did that for me. For you. For us. Don't you want to rule Gotham?" Vincenzo swallowed, it was his birthright, it was all he'd been preached to by Sofia since he was old enough to understand.
"I-I.... I do.... but this doesn't feel right. We would've got it when we were ready... we didn't have to off dad-"
"Dad," Sofia interrupted hissing the word out with venom despite her soft voice still trying to carry a reassuring tone, trying to explain it was the only way, "was holding us back. I am ready, Vin.... and I thought you were too but this attitude is making me think otherwise."
Vincenzo immediately took the defense again, tears brimming up, voice raising yet again though it was more shrill, reaching the end of his rope, "I loved him! What don't you understand about that, Fia!? I was in love, hell I thought I was going to marry him!! I-I thought... he.." it died off again as suddenly as it came, chest aching from the constant switch between shouting and defeated mumblings. Sofia looked nothing if not unimpressed. That slowly fell as nearly silent sobs burst forth, slipping past her younger brother's lips, tears cascading down as he thought about it all, every painful and happy memory. She sighed, reaching out to stroke his hair, like she used to when he was a young child.
"Shhh.... I know you loved him, Vinny, but he hurt you. And in doing that, he hurt me as well," her hand traveled to the fading bruise on his cheek, it was hardly visible now, her fingers delicately touched it, just barely, enough to feel more like a ghost of a touch despite her hand being right there, "don't you want to hurt him back? As my right hand in Gotham, we can do whatever we want to.."
Vincenzo sucked in a nasally breath through his nose, swallowing a cry back as he shook his head, trying to nuzzle his pillow in the process, not caring how pathetic his attempt to dry his tears looked, "No. Fia. I don't want revenge. I don't want anything except to have time to myself. Not you pestering me to cheer up and rule Gotham with you. Not spies reporting to be that there's no sign of Butch to kick my ass for dumping his cousin. Not Zsasz being a dick. Not Jim Gordon breathing down my neck. I. Want. None. Of. It. I want to process and grieve my losses. I'd think I've earned that right," his voice fluctuated between firm and defeated throughout his speech only hoping the partly stern parts would be enough to get his point across, he wasn't sure how many ways he could express it. Or how many more times he could.
Sofia narrowed her eyes but sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to her brother's head before rising back to her full height, "Very well," she murmured as she made her way back around, taking a seat in the unneeded wheelchair once more, "but I do expect to see you at dinner at least."
"A growing boy shouldn't skip meals," Zsasz offered though it sounded mocking more than anything. Vincenzo chewed angrily at the inside of his cheek, occasionally letting his tongue flick at the irritated inner skin to ensure he tasted no blood.
Sofia waved her hand dismissively to her lackey's comment, "Take me to my office. You and I have business to discuss, Victor."