dank gotham preferences!

homicidal

this was TOTALLY not an excuse to write about death and hide my writers block.
dont report me to the fed bruh ):

jim:
"weLL I NEVER! " *old white lady voice*

Oswald:
poor petty robber, had no idea who he was stealing from, if he had known he probably wouldnt have touched those pearls let alone try to pawn them. but it is was it is...
they had been a birthday gift, that ur hunny bunch suger plum bought you.
The man was dragged into the back room of the club, blindfolded by a black cloth, he was struggling against butches grip, pleading from behind the sock in his mouth. the was two pairs of steps walking towards him. "you took something from me."
you said menacingly, the man struggled again once the sound of your voice was heard. you took the duct tape and sock from his mouth.
"where are they?" you growled.
"i dont know what y-your talking about" the man stuttered.
"THE PEARLS! YOU THINK I DONT KNOW IT WAS YOU?" you yelled, everyone else jn the room jumped at your sudden outburst. the man was silent, like road kill before the truck,
"please lady, i have to feed my family" he choked out with a sob.
you placed your on your hips,
"i hAvE tO fEeD mY FaM1LY!" you mocked in an annoyed tone, (HABA MEMES)
"come on this doesn't have to be hard, i just want my birthday gift back, you just gotta tell me where they are.." you said like a mom, stroking his cheek softly as you can see him break.
"i pawned i-it off to m-moes, im sorry i can get it back i-i promise" he sputtered, you walked behind him.
"its okay tommie" you sighed,
"im not mad" eyes meeting Oswald, who sat on the table near the door, smirking at you he snapped his finger's for a minion, he whispered to a minion about the pearls, this said man left so you assumed he went to fetch them, you lifted a friendly neighborhood steel bat.
"but one more thing, next time georgie, don't lie to me." you crooned. "wha-" he tried but BLAM!
right in the back of the head with a bat, the steel bat made a loud pang noise, you angrily swung another to his head, hearing a pleasant crack with this one, you continue throwing jib shots at his body, mainly focusing your anger into his head.
by the time you were finished he was unrecognizable, but still gotta have some little safety precautions.
"before you bury him remove his fingers and teeth, and for gods sake don't through him in the river." you said towards butch and the other goons as you absentmindedly dropped the bat to the floor.
you strolled over to oswald, who was looking as hot and bothered as a bun in his seat.
"you looked beautiful love" he said looking at the lump of blood and flesh being dragging out of the room,
"ya? did i do good?" you blushed, smiling like a schoolgirl who didnt just beat a man to death
  "yes, i think your a natural love"

victor:
you and your babez, drove 3 fucking miles, to get out the city to a lovers lane, just for bullshit,
after making out hard under the stars and the hood of his greasy car.  (idk maybe more, us native americans.. we say poonching. so yall were poonching)  and chilling until the sun begun to rise behind the trees, you drove back down the dirt road, you were driving his car for some fucking reason. who knows.
you could only see what you originally thought was an animal, run from the bush, into the road so suddenly you only saw it was a girl, she was half naked and covered in blood.
you saw the car register in her wide eyes and the scream barely leave her lips before you ran her down.
then suddenly you hit her, couldn't tell if she went over or under your vehicle because you shut your eyes.
you felt the vehicle bump over something, you gave a surprised scream, eyes opening wide to stare at victor as he stirred awake.
"what was that?" victor said tiredly, sti "holy fuck" you whispered, "babe what was that??" he said again looking to your hands on the steering wheel, squeezing so tightly into fists your knuckles paled. " i dont know some girl i think." you stuttered, barely even knowing what what just happend, he looked behind the car,
"just keep driving." he said then got comfortable again, quickly falling asleep. you nodded already forgetting about that poor poor hooker, you payed deep attention to the road, even the cute little volkswagen beetle parked barely a minute down the road.