I smiled as I thanked the cashier and took my coffee. I headed to work and smiled at a customer as I walked over to the bar.
"What can I get for you?" I asked happily.
"A martini dry and a tall glass of you." He said with a wink.
"Dream on." I said laughing as I made his drink.
I handed him his drink and started my daily routine. It wasn't long before it was time to close up and for me to go home. I made it home to see my door open and my lights on.
"Please don't be a murderer." I whispered as I grabbed my gun from the plant beside my door.
I walked in with the gun raised and let out a sigh as I saw Victor Zsasz sitting in a chair.
"Now I wish it was a murderer." I said with a frown.
"Ouch I'm hurt." He said placing his hands over his heart in a mocking sadness.
"Good. What do you want Zsasz?" I asked sitting my gun on the table.
"I need your help. I kind of got shot in the side and my arm." He said looking away.
"Take your shirt off." I said walking up to him.
"At least buy me dinner first." He said with a smirk.
"I need to see the wound you idiot." I hissed as I grabbed my emergency medkit.
I watched him remove his shirt and I moved to look at his wounds. His arm would be easy but his side would be a different story. He still had the bullet inside and I would have to fish it out.
"Alright this will hurt." I said grabbing a pair of tweezers.
I heard him hiss as I dug the bullet out and then grabbed a gauze and poured a little bit of alcohol on it.
"I have to clean the wound." I said as I started to lightly dab at it.
He grabbed my hand as he groaned in pain.
"Victor if I don't clean this it will get infected. Please let go of my hand so I can help you." I said softly.
He shook his head in understanding as he let go and I cleaned both of his wounds. I let out a sigh as I grabbed a needle and tread and started to stitch him up.
"Thank you. I know you didn't want to help me after-"
"Don't." I said as I started on his arm.
"(Y/n).... I never meant to hurt you. If I had known that he was-"
"Don't lie Victor. Don't lie and say that you wouldn't have killed him if you knew he was my father, because we both know you would have." I said shaking my head.
I finished stitching him up and wrapped his arm and waist. I stood up and put my supplies away after cleaning the needle.
"I am sorry..... and I miss you." He said softly.
"We can't be together. I'm a doctor and your a hitman. We don't work V.... I wish we did but I save lives and you take them. We are opposites in every way." I said turning to look at him.
"I know..... but I can't help how I feel. I can't help that every time I wake up my heart breaks because my room is cold and the only warmth I have ever had was you...... please give me another chance. I'm begging you." He whispered taking my hand in his.
"I can-"
I was cut off by him gently pressing his lips against mine. I fought at first, but soon it hit me that I missed him just as much as he missed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"One more chance." I whispered against his lips.
"That's all I'm asking for." He said as he pulled me into another kiss.
