What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

So the war begins.

"Babe, I got to go!" Victor shoots up from the bed, the time being late for him to be called out.

"Since when have you called me 'babe'." Cara laughed as she sat and watched the man scramble around her room.

"I don't know it just came out!" Victor began to collect his clothes in a rushed manner, Cara growing concerned, unknowing why he was rushing off.

The two had a rather quiet week, Victor having only been sent on small spying missions while she had one night of work at an underground bunker. Shifty place for a lone woman to be at night.

Her previous boss had called two days ago offering her another week of nights in a pop up clinic begining tomorrow. She of course accepted having not had a steady income for a while.

"Big job, huh?" Her voice allowed her worry to show. Victor having noticed came back to the bed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Maroni.. He is taking out Falcone's places. The war for power is begining... I'm going to be away for a while, do not go to work this week! It will be more dangerous than ever on the streets." Victor warned, his voice too actually displaying his emotion.

"I can take care of myself, I'll be careful and I will take my gun." Cara replied sweetly, a little offended that Victor felt she couldn't defend herself.
"I'm not asking I am telling. Stay inside." He grabbed her chin making her look into his eyes. Cara noted all of the emotion that swirled within them. "I'll be back."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The two shared a gentle, loving kiss, expressing wordlessly how they felt before Victor ran off and out of the door, into the cold night air.

Cara sat for a moment before deciding she would not sit around for the next week when innocent civilians could be getting hurt because of this war.

Victor knew she would still go out, she had a strong mind and was always so determined to help the innocent. Strange how he had watched her torture a man yet she was adamant she would help people.

Victor brushed off the thought as he raced through the streets of Gotham, he came across three of Maroni's men all shooting at one of Falcones restaurants.

He grinned, these men thought they could take down the one place he enjoyed how they made pasta? They thought wrong.

With his silver pistols aimed at two of the men, he stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Would you look at that, Victor Zsasz. It's about time someone took you down." The one man without a gun pointed at his head spoke.

All three men nodded and began to open fire, Victor pulling the triggers in an instant and taking out the first two.

He dodged the machine gun fire of the the cocky man who had attempted to insult him, jumping high then rolling behind a car. He slowly crept around the car watching the man still firing into the spot he had been in.

Deafened by his gun fire, his eye sight clearly not all there the man was helpless. Victor couldn't believe he had the cheek to think he would be the one to take him down.

Standing directly behind the man he tapped his shoulder with the pistol.

"Today, it would seem, is not the day I lose to you." Victor mocked while the mans face drained of colour.

Victor pulled a knife out the moment he hostered his second pistol, moving his arm around the mans shoulders, slicing his throat in one swift movement. Watching with nostalgia as he fell limp on the floor.

After wiping the knife, Victor cut three new tally marks onto his arm. Noting that soon he would have to begin on the other arm.

He continued his way to the Falcone mansion, stopping every once and a while to take out Maroni's men.

By the time he got to the boss, Victor had seven new kills etched into his arm.

"Sorry it took me so long boss, Maroni's men considered themselves a challenge." Victor apologised as he entered the boss's office.

"Of course, son. I trust you rid them of the treacherous exsistance they had." Falcone's beady eyes held a great deal of anger and betrayal.

"I took pleasure in doing so." Victor grinned like a mad man, some how making the Don smile too.

"We will make them pay, it may take sometime but I will make sure of it." Falcone spoke in his usual calm voice, Victor knew this was only the begining.

Victor looked over at a box sat on Falcone's desk. The outside was normal looking, once he looked inside however it was less than average, there lay the head of the hitman under his rank. Connor.

Victor never much liked the man, he was always trying to take work from under his nose. The man was never happy with being second best but he just didn't have the same 'flare' as Victor.