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You worked with Falcone for a portion of your life, you served as Fish's second in command after Oswald. When Carmine is killed by Sofia, you attend the funeral with Zsasz.
Warning! : This oneshot contains spoilers from seasons 3-4 of Gotham. Read at your own risk!
He was quiet.
Oddly quiet.
This was something you never expected from Victor Zsasz, your boyfriend, the notorious killer who was loyal to the Falcones. But of course, his boss was dead. And Victor liked Carmine. He was a fair man, who killed only to show loyalty, and that he ran Gotham's underworld.
You understood Carmine, in fact many said that you two acted so alike that you could've been his daughter. Except for the fact that he already had children... nevertheless, everyone was on edge with the funeral. It was rumored all over Gotham that Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin himself, had Carmine murdered to show how ruthless he was. And he'd already committed pedicide to a little orphaned boy named Martin.
You sat next to Victor, in a tight black dress with a turtleneck collar that hugged your neck softly, and sleeves that ran to your wrists. The dress ended just below your knees, although you looked very nice in this dress, you wanted to be respectful for the man who'd taken you under his wing. Part of you was shocked. Don Carmine Falcone, ruler of Gotham's underworld, the man who made the GCPD cower in it's boots, was dead.
Your eyes wandered to Victor, who looked almost as distraught as Sofia. He had deep purple bags under his eyes, and they were already sunken in enough. He was wearing all black, including his gun holsters, with leather black gloves. His cheeks were stained with the shadows of tears. You could feel your heart pang with guilt, as if this was a part of your fault. It wasn't, not at all, you'd simply been asked to work for Cobblepot for years, but that loyalty was tested when Sofia Falcone came back to Gotham. You and Victor were loyal to the Falcones, and you detested Penguin because he'd killed Fish Mooney. Well, then she was brought back to life and then Jim Gordon killed her. So, you hated Cobblepot and Gordon. However, the thoughts running through your head did not stop you from taking Victor's hand softly and running your fingers across the lines in his palm, under his glove. "Not now, butterfly." You breathed out heavily through your nostrils, and pulled back your hand as if it had been burned by a flame. "I want to comfort you. I worked for him too, I know how close you both were." You said, and you could feel him soften a bit. You and Victor'd had a fight a few days ago about Carmine's death, but it ultimately ended up with him crying, something you never wanted to witness because it broke your heart clean in half.
"Thank you. But I doubt there's anything you could do," He said with a cold voice, and stood up, walking towards the coffin. "Please," He said to the priests, and stood before Carmine's body. He pulled back the gun's chamber and a bullet shell popped out, and he caught it in the air. Victor looked down at Carmine and placed the bullet on his chest, and walked back down the stairs, and out of the door. You could hear Cobblepot hiss a loud, "Victor!" as the bald man stepped out, but he ignored the Penguin.
As Sofia was wheeled into the church, she signaled the man pushing her to face you. "【Y/N】. It's very good to see you. You look lovely." She said in a soft voice, and you could hear the pain in it, loud and clear. "Hello, Sofia. I wish I could say the circumstances were better." During her time in Gotham, Sofia had requested your presence in her manor, and you two had conversations over Gordon, Cobblepot, and Ms. Kean with tea, wine, and dinner. You also reminisced many times about when you worked for Fish Mooney, and when you met Carmine for the first time, which made her smile. You always thought Fish Mooney and Sofia would've been good friends.
Nevertheless, you two grew close, almost like sisters. And when Sofia with thoughts of crossing Cobblepot, you helped her scheme.
You kissed each other's cheeks, left and right, and she waved her hand so the man behind her left. "Wheel me to my father, would you?" She asked. As if by nature, you stood up and wheeled Sofia to the coffin, and stood next to her. She reached out and took your hand. "Victor speaks very highly of you." She said, and you looked down at her as soon as his name left her lips. She laughed at your reaction. "And I can see that you think highly of him as well." You blushed, and looked down at the corpse in front of you. "You both love each other, I assume. That's very good. He's a good man, despite all his crimes."
"Sofia," you started. She didn't say anything back, and you both knew that you didn't want to say it. She looked up at you. "We will make Oswald pay." Every word dripped with venom.
Later that night, you sat on the couch. You wore a long-sleeved red shirt, and simple cotton black leggings. You held a simple glass of vodka in your hand and your eyes were glued to the ceiling. Victor threw open the door and darted inside, then slammed it, panting. "Victor?" You asked, putting down the glass and grabbing the gun on the coffee table in front of you. "I lost a bet with Gordon and Bullock." He said, and locked the door. Being with Victor meant keeping every kind of lock on the door. The utmost precautions. He put his guns back in their holsters, and then looked at you with a heavy look. "Victor, you're bleeding." You placed the gun down and rushed over to him, pressing a few fingers to the hole in his shirt, then quickly ran to get the first aid kit. "Hey, is this vodka yours?" You could hear him ask. "Drink it!" You howled, and rushed back, almost losing your balance in your socks.
"Jesus, doll, your hair is gonna go grey if you keep fussing over me like this," Victor said, sighing. Half a bottle of vodka down, and he wasn't even that drunk. Victor Zsasz could handle his liquor. "Shush, V. You got shot." You tried to ignore the scarred tally marks he'd carved into his skin, and finished the stitch on his left shoulder. You pulled taught on the string, and heard him hiss in pain. "Sorry, baby." You said, kissing him and cleaning up the first aid supplies.
"Y'know, you're really hot when you take care of me." You blushed as you fumbled to put away the first aid kit under the bathroom sink. "Do tell," you called, smirking, just wanting him to compliment you.
"I'm serious. You're really hot. I love it when you take care of me. Its amazing, you're amazing. And I'm sorry I was such an ass about Sofia and Cobblepot and about Carmine's death, it just hit me all at once because, y'know, he was my boss forever and he was good to me and then he left and came back and I-" You heard him choke on a sob and your heart shattered on the floor. You crept into the living room and saw him, both holsters lying on the floor, tears running down his face. His calf brown eyes burned through your soul. "Victor," you said, looking at him lovingly as you sat next to him, kissing each cheek and collecting tears on your lips. You placed a soft hand to his cheek, and he placed his hand over yours immediately after. "You don't have to be sorry. You were mourning. I should've given you space." You admitted, and he grabbed your shoulders. "No," he said quickly. "I needed you there. And you were. I'll love you forever because of that." He leaned into your touch, and you laughed. His eyes widened and he took your wrists. "What's wrong?" you asked, and he started laughing as well. "Every time you do that, my heart burns a little more."
