What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

Talk to me.

"Wakey, wakey, Miss. Dellany!" She heard the voice calling again, this will be the fourth day she has been here.

"What?" She snapped.

"Get to work." The usual goon woke her with the usual words.

She only came here to see a patient, the woman was on deaths door. She had wounds everywhere and some kind of disease Cara had never seen. When she had suggested she take the woman to the hospital, as in her experience she had not come across anything like this, the man went crazy.

He chained her to the wall and told her that if his wife doesn't make it, she wont either.

Cara found the threat a little delightful, she was now on the other side, he was the one to torture her and she was helpless. Or was she?

Being the brilliant woman she was, Cara managed to keep the woman alive, she was even getting better.

The man now known as "Fredrick" came more regularly, at least three times a day. Yesterday she noticed the poor woman had a hair pin at the back of her now messy updo, she hid it on her sleeve, at least this morning she had already managed to get out of the handcuffs. She kept them over her wrists so next time he came he wasn't suspicious.

The day before she noted how many doors opened and closed. How many clicks of locks from upstairs came. Even how many foot steps to leave.

Two doors, six clicks and seventeen footsteps. Fredrick was at least six foot two, considering this and how he is able to walk with no caution, she had estimated herself to have to take around thirty steps. Two-Three minutes to escape, tops. 

Once he made his first apearance of the day she would be able to slip the already unlocked hand cuffs, and get out of there.

She hadn't been too hurt, a few cuts and bruises, a broken rib or two.. She knew all were natural healers and being left in a room with medical equipment, hurting her was a little pointless.

"H-Hello.." The woman on the bad spoke her first words.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Dellany. Your husband Fredrick hired me to take care of you."

"I.. I d-don't h..." She struggled while tears streamed down her face.

"Shhhh, its okay, talk to me. Stay calm, your ribs are bruised and the pain will become worse."

"My.. name.. I don't know my name." She looked at Cara with a sad expression, she felt awful but even she didn't know the womans name.

"I'm sorry I never got told your name. What happened to you? Your husband wouldn't tell me." Cara once again asked carefully.

"A man, tall man, he attacked me. Then brought me here, they were all shouting at me saying I know something about a penguins plan." She paused sobbing. "They said something about Fish too but I don't understand. They wouldn't believe me, they hurt me.. they injected something into me.. thats all I remember."

"So your husband? He was involved?" Cara quickly realised that he was not her husband, she shook and cried violently as the door slammed open.

In walks Fredrick.

That was it, he lied to her, he savagely beat this girl and even injected her with something. Today was the day she would kill his man.

"Look who is awake. Did you have time to think about your answer, Gina?" He cooed as though he was the most charming man on earth. The poor woman shaking her head and wincing at the pain.

"Hey, Uhmm Fredrick?" Cara called while loosening the cuffs.

"What?" He looked down at her with fury.

"I've been struggling to focus, I think there is something on my mind that I just can't shake. I was hoping you would... Help a girl out..?" Cara was careful, her tone was both bored and seductive. Men like this took everything as a challenge, if she wanted him to come running she would need him to want to prove her otherwise, take the boredom out of her.

"Oh is that right." The man approached her with all the swagger he could, she had to choke back a laugh.

"Yes, I don't usually go even a day without some.. physical contact." She made sure to pronouce her words as well as she could.

"Well then.." he began getting to his knees infront of her chair. Bad move anyway considering her legs weren't tied. "Let's fix you up, Doc." He grinned as he brought his lips to her neck.

She cringed, aching her back to make it believable that she was enjoying his pathetic attempt and to hook the hand cuffs on the back of the chair silently.

He gripped her hair and pulled it back, kissing her lips. She tried not to be sick, the man was clearly not one for hygiene. She kissed him back, leaning her arm around his side. She pulled his knife before pulling back and head butting him.

"Fucking bitch." He groaned as he looked up. Cara grinned when he realised she was uncuffed and held his knife to his throat.

"How many men are upstairs?" She asked watching for his response.

"Two."

Cara pulled back the knife before covering his mouth and jamming it into his stomach.

"Lair. I counted four. You're here so there remains to be three." She spat.

"You'll never get out of here." He murmured over the noise he made because of the pain.

Cara took the knife and stabbed him in the chest.

"Watch me."

"I'll come back for you, Gina. I promise." She hurried to the door, taking out the hair pin and unlocking the first of the locks.

Once she was through that door she silently creeped her way up the stairs. Reaching the final door she looked through the glass. Sure enough three men stood conversing with one another at the enterance of the warehouse.

She took her time opening the locks, careful not to make too much noise. Once unlocked she eased the door open, closing it again silently behind her.

She hid behind a large shipping box, looking for a well hidden route to freedom. She stepped to her right, into the shadows after hearing a car pull up.

"Who is that?"

"Shit, its the cops." 

The goons began to panic between themselves. Running for cover.

A shot was fired, Cara rounded a few more boxes creeping up behind the third goon, more shots now being fired between the inside and outside.

She quickly pushed the knife into the mans neck. Taking his gun and landing a clean shot on the man opposite her, he fell to the side of another box he was taking cover behind.

The final man was taken down by another shot coming from outside.

Cara hid waiting for another fight.

"She must be in here." The cool voice filled her ears, her heart speeding up at the thought.

"Victor?" She called out, the man she knew would come ran inside looking around for her.

She stepped out and walked towards him, he watched her in horror as she struggled with each step.

"Cara! You're here.." He grinned running over to her and pulling her into a hug.

"Is there anyone else here?" Another voice called from behind Victor.

"A woman is downstairs, she needs to go to the hospital. The leader too, if he hasn't already bled out." She pulled back and turned her attention to the other two men walking towards them. James Gordan and Harvey Bullock.

"You're quite the survivour." Jim commented, he gave her an awkward smile before rushing toward the door to the basement.

"Quite the fighter too, you ever need a job let me know. The GCPD is always looking for new talent." Harvey smiled then took out his phone and called it in.