The Gotham Queen

Chapter 10

Looking through Victor's file, I look at the various assassination jobs that he has done over the years. Almost all of them had been for the various mob bosses around the city. Although this isn't entirely disturbing, it still brings a cold chill down my spine. 

Victor Zsasz, the most dangerous and deadliest assassin in Gotham city. Born into an extremely wealthy family, no one knows why he chose the career path that he did. He's worked for the Falcone crime family since he was a young teenager, quickly excelling in his career. He's had advanced hand to hand combat training and is a master with knives, whether it's killing or torturing his targets.

He's also known to carry many daggers on his person so he can use them on his targets, and to cut himself. He cuts a tally into his skin for every kill he makes and has up to 38 tallies already. He stands at 5'8" and weighs 150 pounds of nothing but muscle. His blue eyes are always cold and never show emotion as he doesn't want his feelings to make him screw up a job. He has no remorse for his kills, and hold a deep respect for Don Falcone, so don't ever bring the man up unless you want to be killed.

Well, doesn't he sound like fun.

I snort as I agree with her sarcasm. Sounds like my session with Victor will be interesting. I wonder what he'll talk about, or if he'll talk at all. I look at the time, and stand up, heading out the office door and locking it behind me. I get to the session room in record time so I'm not late to my session.

I sit in my seat and wait for Victor to show. A few minutes go by, and soon I'm in a room with one of the most dangerous men in Gotham. Victor looks at me and grins without any emotion showing in his eyes, watching my every move. I swallow the lump in my throat and repeat a similar speech that I've given my other patients. Victor just looks me in the eyes, then waves his hand sarcastically.

"Red looks so nice on you. You should wear it more often. Though, you do have a chance of running into him." Victor tells me and I raise my eyebrow. Before I can ask him what he means, he speaks again. "Oh, you don't know. They never told you, did they?"

"Tell me what?" I ask him and he chuckles before leaning forward. I lean forward to meet him halfway, wondering if I'll finally get the answers I've been wanting.

"Wear red tomorrow, and you'll find out what why everyone has been warning you. If you make it out alive, I'll talk to you." Victor tells me, and I freeze. If I make it out alive? What does that mean? Is there going to be a riot? I don't have a chance to ask because Victor stand and motions to the guards that he wants to go back to his cell.

"Wait-"

"Be careful, Doctor. He'll eat you alive." Victor calls out as he leaves the room, and I stare at the door. What? Who will? Are they actually going to eat me? Michael instantly flashes through my mind making me shudder, but he seen me in red yesterday, plus he isn't in the high-risk patient group. Honestly, they probably should put Victor in there too.

I groan in frustration as I leave the room and make my way to my office. Can the patients even end the sessions early like that? I didn't read that in the rule book when it had come with my temporary badge in the mail. I'll have to ask someone about that. Sighing, I get to my office door, so caught up in my frustration, that I just walk right into the room not realizing that the door is already unlocked.

I stop as I see Dr. Smith sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk. How did he get in? I swear, I locked the door before I left.

Don't trust him, Harleen.

For once, I'm taking her advice on someone. This is a red flag all the way around. Why on earth would he break into my office? How did he even do it? What does he even want? To be rude to me even more? I stay by the door in case I have to make a run for it.