Gotham Oneshots/Imagines

Victor Zsasz 1

Imagine you and Victor were friends as kids but he moved away when you were 15. You were now 21 and he rescues you from being murdered.

Your pov
I checked the time 1:37 am. I decided it was time to go to sleep so I closed my laptop and set it on the coffee table. I was too tired to go to my room so I curled up in my spot on the couch and fell asleep.

I felt someone shaking me which was strange because I live alone. I ignored it and buried my face under the blanket. The mystery person shook my again and I looked up to see a thin, bald man in a fancy suit. I moved away from him as best I could sitting on a couch. "Who are you?" I asked. For some reason he seemed familiar, but I couldn't figure out who he was. "That's not important right now. I need to get you out of here and somewhere safe." He said, extending a hand to me. "I'm not going anywhere with you, I don't know who you are!" I said. "We have about 1 minute to get out of here so I suggest you listen to me." He said calmly. Funny, his voice never seemed to show any emotion. "Why. What's gonna happen if I stay here?" I asked. "There's no time. I'll explain once your safe." He stretched his hand out closer to me. "Please." He said. "Fine." I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to my room. "Uhh, the door is the other way." I said. "So are they." He said, walking to the window and opening it. He stepped out onto the fire escape before helping me do the same. I looked down. The ladder was missing. It was only about a 7 foot drop but there was no way in hell I was jumping off there. "Come on." He said, already on the ground. I shook my head rapidly. "No way!" I yelled. I felt someone grab me from behind and try to drag me back inside my apartment. I screamed, and struggled to get out of his grip. A gun went off and the mans grip on me loosened, before he fell dead on the floor of my room. I looked down at the man on the ground, who was holding a smoking pistol. He brought it up to his mouth and blew the smoke away. "Come down from there. I'll catch you." He said, extending his arms out in front of him. I shimmied to the edge of the overhang before sliding of, and after a few seconds, I landed in his arms. He put me on the ground. "There's more men inside. Follow me." He said, walking away. I quickly walked behind him through the alley behind my house. Four more men jumped down from the fire escape and stated shooting toward us. "Run." The suited man said. I decided now was not the time to protest and obeyed his order. I ran down the alley away from him and the other men. I heard multiple gunshots and feared for the worst. Once I was hidden behind a dumpster, I looked back. The man who rescued me was still standing there, and the four men were on the ground surrounded by blood. The man walked towards where I was hiding. "I told you to run, not hide." He said, putting his gun in his pocket. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." I said. "And what would you have done if I wasn't." He said. He started to walk away. "Wait! Aren't you going to explain why those men were trying to kill me?" I called after him. "Not now. Come with me." He said, not bothering to stop walking. I sighed and followed behind him once again.

We arrived at what I assumed was his apartment. It was small and very dark. He switched on the light, and I saw that there were very few things in the room. All that was there was a small bed in the corner, a dresser, a table with two chairs, a fridge, and a large cabinet. "Have a seat." He said gesturing to the table in the kitchen area. "Who are you, and why were those people after me?" I asked. He stood up and started pacing around the small kitchen. "Don Salvatore Maroni put out a hit on you, to get back at me for killing some of his men on business for Don Carmine Falcone, my boss." He said. "Why kill me, I've never met you before, so why would my death affect you?" I asked. "You really don't remember. I suppose it has been six years now and I do look a little different." He said thinking to himself. "What's your name?" I asked him once again. "My name, is Victor Zsasz." He said. "Oh my god." I said. "Victor? Is it really you?" I asked. I remember when we were young we were inseparable. But he moved away when we were fifteen. I thought. "Yes it's me." He said. I walked over and hugged him. I don't think he knew how to react, but after after a few seconds he returned the gesture. "I missed you so much." I whispered into his ear. "I missed you too." He said. We pulled away, and i looked around the room. "What's in there?" I asked, pointing to the cabinet. "Nothing really. However if you really want to see I suppose I could show you." He said. He walked over and unlocked it, opening the two doors to reveal several guns and knives. "So are you like a hit man for Falcone?" I asked. "In a way, yes." He said, closing the cabinet once more. "You're welcome to spend the night here if you wish." He said, handing me one of his t shirts to sleep in. "Thanks." I got changed in the bathroom, leaving my shorts on, I walked back into the main room. He was sitting on his bed, legs tucked under the covers. "I can sleep on the floor." I said. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor." He said. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into bed next to him. He shut off the lights and later down, pulling me into his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist. "Thank you for saving me." I whispered into his chest. "Always." He whispered back, kissing the top of my head, before we both drifted off to sleep.