What Will It Take, Victor Zsasz?

Rage.

She lay there, deathly still and deathly pale. Her usual glow had diminished, along with any hope that her eyes would open. Her hair fell around her face as though it was casting a golden halo for the fallen angel in front of him.

Victor felt the tears in his eyes, they threatened to fall even now. It had been hours since her body had hit the floor. Hours since the world had slipped away from her gaze, hours since she smiled.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" The voice penetrated Victors ears though he barely heard it. Everything still twisting in his head, every formulation of words became nothing.

"I.. I.." He couldn't even find the words anymore, how did he feel? Broken beyond repair, lost.

"I have just spoken to the nurse, you're lucky you don't look like you right now. Barnes would have been here the second he got the call. But listen Zsasz, Penguin has already been taken to Arkham. You need to lay low, I can visit for you." Though the sympathy was clear, there remained to be a state of emergency in Jim's tone.

Captin Barnes no doubt knew that one of his officers had been shot by now, he was an honourable man too. That only meant he would pay a visit to Cara, though she would not wake for him. She would not wake for anyone.

The nurse was concerned that she had suffered a bleed on the brain, a bleed that could well cause her to become permanently brain dead. The bullet was removed with no issue, however the loss of blood was also causing problems. Cara had gone into shock, a seizure had captured her and since she had been shrouded in darkness.

Victor stood, sparing one last glance at the girl he loved, he finally turned away. Facing Jim with nothing but a solemn look, though he met the mans eyes he felt nothing but sorrow. The door slammed open, the room filled with a frantic atmosphere as a woman came running towards Victor.

"Is she okay? I got the call but they wouldn't tell me!" Janice grabbed Victors face, a palm on each cheek as she looked deep into his eyes.

"She.. She is in a coma, they don't know if she will wake. I uh, I have to go." Victor looked away from her eyes, towards anywhere that held anything but kindness. He didn't deserve the sympathy Janice was giving him, Cara was here because of him.

If he had never grabbed her that day, if he'd have gone back home rather than follow her to that restaurant. If he'd have held back until Gilzean had left. Gilzean.

A rage was flowing with in his veins, the man would die. That style stealing bitch too.

"I have your number, I will let you know if anything happens." Janice gave a weak smile before walking towards Cara and sitting beside her.

Victor left without looking back. If he looked back, he may never have had the courage to abandon his love. 

The moment the cool air hit him, he crumbled. While using a wall for support he shuffled his way towards the empty smoking area. Victor took out his phone, calling the one person he knew would understand.

"It has been a long time." The familiar voice echoed in his head, bringing back memories of when they first met.

"It has, I think it's time we had a catch up." Victor spoke though he didn't recognise his voice anymore. It was harsh, bitter and cold. Nothing like the cool carefree tone he usually had.

"Yes, I think so too. You know where I am, Son." The voice sounded weaker now, in pain too.

"I'll be there soon." Victor nodded his head before hanging up. He knew he would have to head home and pick up some clean clothes, so after calling a taxi he finally sat. The metal bench was cold, not that he really felt it. He barely felt anything.

He wondered what she felt, if she could feel the tubes and wires. The hand on her own, the lips upon her forehead. If she could hear the heart monitor beating in that same rythem, the sound of Victors broken voice telling her it would be okay.

Victor shook his head away from his thoughts as the taxi pulled up, the man gave him a smile before unlocking the door. Both of the men sat in silence until they reached the alley way by Victor's place.

He climbed out without a word, knowing that he had tipped the driver considerably. The moment he opened his door, silence filled him. The rage came back with full force, Victor lifted the coffee mug she had left on the table and threw it.

Watching as the broken shards fell from the wall, next the table it's self was flipped. The anger didn't go, it just grew. Victor had never felt so helpless, never felt so out of control.

When his parents had passed, he lived his days on impulse. He was angry, true, but he never felt this way; he knew then that he could make a change should he choose to. Now, he worried that this wouldn't stop.

If Cara never awoke, if she was to leave him forever.. Victor knew that would be the day the city burned and he would burn with it.

He grabbed a suitcase and threw in clothes, keeping on his disguise to get the train in peace. His weapons were not forgotten, before leaving he took a few of his favourites out from the wall. Promising that if he should see Gilzean, he would put a bullet into his head.

Victor walked to the station, still people seemed to sense his rage, paths cleared before him on the busy streets. Maybe he would sleep in peace on the train.

He took out his phone for the last time that day, calling Janice and asking her to feed Smudge. Then texting his maid and letting her know she was on duty until he returned.