What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

Armory robbery.

"Victor! Get to the mansion now, Maroni hit the armory and blew up my money. We're taking him down."

"I'll be right there boss." Victor answered jumping up instantly from the table he and Cara had been eating at.

"Another job?" Cara asked sweetly also standing.

"Yeah, umm... I need to go." Victor for the first time panicked as he ran around her apartment looking for his guns and knives.

"Guns and holster are on the stool by the dressing table. Knives are in the kitchen by the toaster where you took them off." She calmly chuckled as he ran back from the bedroom grabbing the knives.

He turned and watched her mildly amused reaction. She walked to him placing a quick kiss on his lips, he leaned back and kissed her forehead.

"I don't know when I'll be back." He whispered as thier foreheads met.

"Just make sure you come back... Be safe." Caras soft meaningful words melted a piece of Victor's usually ice cold heart.

"I will."

Cara opened her eyes, Victor had gone. She felt a little empty without him but she knew that when he was called nothing could stand in the way.
True to her nature she was drawn to his work, she wanted to know what he did, how he moved. She was amazed by all the scars on his arms resembling kills, how many of those had suffered considerably.

Strangly enough, even though she was a doctor and helped people, she had this feeling everytime she thought of him harming someone. Her stomach would tingle and a cruel smile would replace her usually calm look.

It was as though she too wanted to experience inflitcting pain rather than soothe it.

Her thoughts were banished as a knock came to her door.

"Hello?" She called hoping that she wouldn't have to open the door straight away.

"Hello, this is detective Bullock.. Can I have a word." The voice called back making her panic. What if Victor was caught leaving?

"Erm, sure." She opened the door allowing the middle aged scruffy looking man to enter.

"You work in the slums as a doctor for the poor, correct?" He asked straight away.

"Yeah, what has happened?" Caras panic calmed knowing this would be something to do with a patient. This wasn't her first police interview.

"Have you seen either of these two kids?" He asked showing her two pictures.

One she recognised instantly, the young man with the dark hair was Bruce Wayne, not that he would ever require a slums doctor.

The other she looked at for a little while longer, recognising the girl to be the one that goes by the nick name 'Cat'. She had never needed any medical attention but every now and then she would bring in someone who needed help.

"I know of them, sorry our clinic has been closed for the past two days so I haven't been out much." She apologised for not being able to help.

"One last thing, have you ever heard anyone mention the street kids hideout?" He asked with a hopeful gleam.

"As far as I was aware they hang around in the warehouse district. The flea? I think."

He nodded his head and left, Cara was confused but decided not to dwindle.

***

"Cobblepot! Tell me why you let Maroni take my money!" Falcone rarely lost his temper but Victor always enoyed to see the fight was still there in the old man.

"I-I swear Don Falcone, this was not Maroni! It was Fish!" The scrawny little man stuttered as his nose began to run and drip.

"You hate Fish, she is loyal to me. Why would I believe you." The old man growled at the little sniveling penguin.

Victor grinned, maybe today he would finally get to kill the little man once and for all. He was annoyed that he didn't get to do it the first time but seeing how it wasn't done properly, he knew Falcone would give him the job this time.

"Have I ever lead you astray? Have I ever been wrong? There is a mole in your house, working for Mooney. I swear it Don Falcone." Penguin pleaded. At that moment Liza walked through the door, Victor took note of how startled she had seemed about seeing Cobblepot.

Her eyes went wide and for a usually confident girl she stuttered while apologising. Victor didn't like her too much, she never let him try the cookies or brownies she made. All of them smelled so good but she would always tell him off.

Falcone soon let Cobblepot leave, thinking in his chair by the fire for little more than an hour.

"Victor?" He spoke breaking the silence.

"Yes boss?"

"If there were a mole, who do you think it would be?" The old man pondered while wringing his hands.

"I would say the only person you have recently added, someone who could sway you, someone who could have access to your plans." Victor added in trying not to point the finger.

"Call everyone, I want a meeting. All my lieutenants must be present."

"Of course boss."