I wish • V.Z.

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"This isn't going to be easy, Miss Falcone, but yes I can do it for you, at a reasonable price, of course." The smirk on his face said it all and Victor wanted to punch him square in the nose, but he kept his cool. Scarlett needs this, he won't ruin it for her.

"Name it, Doc." Scarlett huffs, obviously he wants money in return. Not that she cares, her fathers basically Gotham's richest man.

"Ten thousand." His tone spoke more words than he did, meaning that was his final and only offer.

"Done. Can we get started now?" Scarlett lays on the bed, shutting her eyes. "Is this going to hurt?"

"A little." No hint of care of sympathy in his voice, and, without any word of warning he began.

The sound of electricity cracking and Scarlett's helpless screams Victor stood hands clenched behind his back, watching this woman, whom he cares about, get hurt in front of him.

He could hear the needles piercing her skin and the band around her head sizzling into her skull. He could hear her scratching at the restrains around her wrists as she pleads for it to stop.

"Victor, make it sto-" before she could finish he cry she faints and Strange stops the 'treatment'. He dabs away the specks of blood caused by the injections, and removes the band for her head, checking for any crucial marks.

"Payment will be when?"

"When she wakes up, you dick." Victor growls, trying not best to restrain from killing him then and there.

"God, you can smell the testosterone in here." Scarlett's silky voice sings as she walks by the boys grabbing her purse and pulling out a credit card, "Didn't think I came unprepared, now did you?"

"Of course not, " Strange smiled, "Thank you."

As she hands over the check to the doctor she steals a glance at her companion and smirks.

"Let's go, hot stuff, I've got work to do."