What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

Negotiations and pancakes.

Cara got home to the note on her coffee table. She fought the smile that spread across her lips as she read the messy writing. The fact that he stopped by to leave her a note was the most considerable thing anyone in Gotham had ever done for her.

Unwittingly she tripped over Smudge, her head hitting the floor with a thump. She rolled around groaning, knowing that the newly forming bruise would be large and hideous.

"Stupid cat. Stupid Victor bringing a cat." She mumbled as the sweet innocent purring filled her ears.

***

Victor grinned like a mad man as he watched Barbara Kean squirm.

She watched him with wide eyes, the familiar sense of fear in his presence back with more force.

"Just tell me what you know." He smiled in a demeaning manner before adding "It really is that simple."

Barbara shook her head violently as he approached her taking away the gag that had prevented her screams earlier in the day.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled while she glared at him.

"About what?! What am I supposed to know?!" She yelled making him roll his eyes.

"Gordan. What is he planning?" That cool yet scary voice coming out in full play.

"How am I meant to know? He doesn't tell me anything. Honestly you men and your secrets!" She shrieked again.
Victor took note of something a little crazy in her eye as she watched him. She had hidden something so fierce within her and it made him honestly wonder if she would ever let it out. She would make a great Zsaszette if it was his choice.

"Fine. Just know if you don't hold any secrets you become less valuable." Victor mocked as he left the room.

Barbara sat for a while, she truely knew nothing about Falcone and Jim. Without any information they would likely kill her.

Victor returned with a gleeful grin. She presumed he had been sent back to kill her, how wrong she was.

He untied her from the chair and allowed her space to stand.

"You're not going to kill me?" She glared into his eyes wondering if anyone could ever see anything but a murderer.

"Nope!" He beemed popping the 'p'.

"Great." She huffed a little, what were they going to do?

"I believe that is our queue." Victor smiled as the door opened, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a room. Watching Jim as his eyes went wide.

He and Falcone had some form of negotiation before the boss decided to let them leave alive. This made Victor frown, he didn't even get to hurt anyone.

"You may leave too Victor. Thankyou again for being here on such short notice." The old mans reasuring tone gave Victor all he needed to put a smile on his face while leaving.

He headed straight towards Caras apartment, deciding on going in through the window. With it being the middle of the day, too many people would see him go into the front door.

Once he scaled the drain pipe he slid up the window, creeping inside her bedroom.

Cara was humming an aria in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes cooking drew him out of her room.

"For an assasin, you aren't too quiet." She voiced as he crept closer too her, not turning to see him.

"Maybe I don't care if you hear me. I'm not here to kill you." He coaxed her to look at him while his boots hit the hardwood floor.

"Hmm, I'll make more pancakes." Was all the reaction he got. He huffed at her lack of attention.

She eventually turned around with two plates of steaming pancakes, her hair hanging over her face as she placed the plate infront of Victor at the small table.

He brushed her hair out of the way, jumping up instantly and knocking the chair flying with brute force.

"Who did this!" He roared at the sight of the large purple bruise covering her eye and temple.

"Smudge. Little arsehole." She huffed finally meeting his angered gaze.

"I'll kill him." He ground out, she for some reason laughed. He stepped back a little taken off guard by her actions.

"Smudge is what I called her, she got under my feet this morning and damn near killed me." She explained through her laughter.

Victor came to understand and let out a small uncomfortable laugh. As if called the little cat 'Smudge' appeared and rubbed against his legs.

"Thankyou though." Cara had calmed down as he picked up Smudge and began to coddle her.

"What for?" Victor looked away from the cat and into her eyes.

"For wanting to protect me. I haven't been protected since I was 15." She explains with a soft smile.

"Anything for you." He smiled back, this time it was genuine. She was a little shocked at it but soon took her seat and tucked into her lunch as did he.

"When did you last sleep?" Cara's worried voice pulled Victor out of the trance he was in staring at the now empty plate.

"Ermm, about two days ago I think. Maybe.. Who knows." He chuckled only adding to her unease.

"Come on. You can have a shower and then I expect you to go to bed."

"Fine. Only if you come to bed too." He grinned but Cara knew how much he needed to rest.

"Okay, only if you behave and actually sleep! Doctors orders." She grinned back.