What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

Stood up.

Cara hurried out of work giving a quick see you soon to Janice.

She walked with haste as she reached the alley she knew Victor would be waiting for her in. Her steps came to a stop once she walked part way into the darkness, not hearing nor seeing the man she searched for.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed in the dull morning light, no response came making her worry a little.

Ten minutes had passed, Victor had clearly stood her up. Maybe he hadn't actually been as interested in her as she had been in him.

Non the less she sighed and made her way back to her little apartment. Hoping it would give her the comfort she felt she needed, Cara pulled out the throw blanket her mother had bought for her as a house warming gift.

Barely a week later and her mother was found dead, she had commited suicide leaving Cara alone in the world.

She often would cry herself to sleep while wrapped up in her blanket. Her mind was set on helping the poor with thier health and mental health. Afterall she could not get justice for the torment her mother faced, she could only help others who also suffered.

All the while she was cut up over a trained killer, an assasin and hitman standing her up.

The irony.

***

Victor recieved a call after another hour of waiting for the girl he couldn't get out of his head to finish work.

He sighed before answering the phone, hoping the news wasn't urgent.

"Zsasz."

"Boss."

"Someone has just taken out the casino. I'm affriad it is Maroni, go down and shoot to kill."

The call ended as soon as Falcone said his last word. Victor sprang into action deciding to go it alone, afterall his Zsaszette's are likely too far away and asleep.

He rushed all the way there, just in time to catch a glimpse of a car speeding away. If he didn't know better he would have sworn that he had seen Penguin's hair. Victor did know better however.

Rushing into the now chaotic building, Victor looked for anyone who wasn't meant to be there. His silver pistols drawn and ready to take down any person who was out of place.

When no one seemed to be suspicious he re-holstered his guns. Pulling out his phone he called Falcone and let him know the situation.

The boss was angry, most wouldn't have known with his soft tone but Victor knew all too well that revenge was on the cards. He would likely be the one to pull off any attacks.

Falcone demanded he came to the mansion to formulate thier plan. Who was he to refuse the Don?

***

Cara paced her apartment, seemingly worried for Victor. She tried to have a hot shower, tried to sleep, she even tried to read to ease her mind of the intrusive thoughts of why he left her waiting. All to no avail.

She once again got into bed, the time was already 12 noon. She hadn't slept a wink in hours but she somehow felt it unimportant.

Her eyes remained open as she stared at the ceiling. A noise from her living room caught her attention. She slowly climbed from the bed, opening her door queitly.

Sat on her couch was a small calico coloured cat, she guessed it was maybe twelve weeks old at max. But how did it get in?

"She's cute isn't she." A voice sprung from behind her making her spin around and swing to punch the target.

The pale man caught her hand and chuckled.

"Now now tiger!" He laughed again, Cara did not find this funny however and slapped him.

"Ouch woman." He snapped baring a little more of the monster he tried to control infront of her.

"Well you did break into my apartment!" She shrieked, the little cat hissing at her as it walked over and wrapped itself around Victors leg. "And why did you bring a cat?" She asked a little more softly.

"I went on a job, well two since I last saw you and the guy I 'took out' had her, I didn't just want to leave her but I already have three..." Victor gave a grin as he watched the face she made when she realised why he brought the kitten.

"I don't want a pet!" Cara tried to reason but he simply grinned and removed a hand from behind his back, she hadn't even noticed he was hiding one arm.

"Here, there is at least a months worth of stuff in there." He handed the bag to her, she nearly dropped it with the weight and wondered how he had held it behind his back for so long.

"Great, whats her name?" She mumbled setting the stuff on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know. You should name her." He suggested walking up and pressing his chest against her back.

"Hmm, I'll think on it."

Cara turned around against the countertop so she faced the man she had strangely missed.

"Are you just going to stare at me or..."

Victor shut her up straight away with his lips pressing firmly onto hers. His arms wrapping instinctively around her waist and hoisting her up onto the side.

She let out a little giggle as he kissed her neck and jaw. Cara suddenly realised he had no hair to wrap her hands in so she went for the next best move. Pulling his zip down and letting his jacket hit the floor.

He pulled back and grinned.

"Lets get you to bed." Was all he whispered before carrying her carefully into her room, kicking the door closed behind them.