Mutt (Gotham X Reader)

|Chapter Twelve|

We ended up taking Fish to Bob, Falcone's interrogator and two guys took Butch to the incinerator.

And I returned to Wayne Manor, happy to have helped Don Falcone.

I hop out of Vic's car since he had been kind enough to drive me home after we delivered Fish. 

"Thanks, Vicky."

He grins, "No problem, N/n."

I tap on the car before heading inside. When I enter, I see all the furniture covered in white sheets. Frowning, I look at the note on a table. On it is a phone number and an explanation. Apparently, Alfred took Bruce off to the Alps because of all the assassin business with Selina.

I purse my lips. I rushed out in such a hurry that Alfred couldn't explain that they were leaving. 

Sighing, I grab a bag and pack up some clothes. The window to my right reveals that Victor's car is still here, so I head out and jump back in the front seat. 

"You didn't leave," I comment.

He replies, "You came back."

"They're gone so I'm gonna see if I can stay with Harv."

"You could stay with me," he suggests. "There's a spare room."

"A room not filled to the brim with all sorts of dastardly weapons?" I tease, having seen his house before and knowing that he keeps it nice and clean.

He shakes his head, "There's a surprise around every corner, I guarantee you."

"I might just take you up on that," I smirk as we drive off. 

~

Vic's house is nothing too fancy, but it's not shabby either. White walls, white and black checkered tile floors, and black furniture. I set my bag down on the floor, twirling around to capture all the details.

"I forgot how nice this place is."

"Thanks. Get you a drink?"

"I'm good for now. Where is this spare room I heard so much about?" I question.

He jerks his head towards the hallway and leads me there. The room is spacious and follows the same colour scheme as the rest of the house: black and white. A large poster bed sits in the middle of the room, the head pressed against the wall. Among other things, a tall mirror hangs on the wall across from a window. 

I let out a low whistle, "This is awesome. I can really stay here?"

He nods, "Long as you need, N/n."

"Wow, thanks," my tail wags a bit although I try to still it. His eyes flicker to the movement and his lips twitch into a smile.

"I'll let you get settled."

He turns to leave, but I stop him, "You mind if I use your shower?"

"Knock yourself out."

"Great, thanks."

Victor walks out and I start placing my clothes into the empty dresser. Then I manage to find a crisp towel hidden in the bathroom closet and start to get ready for my shower.

Suddenly, I hear the Funkytown ringtone playing loud and clear. I hesitate. Maybe it's Falcone and something happened.

I quickly wrap the towel around my body and open the door. Quietly, I go to Zsasz. He's talking on the phone.

When he hangs up, I ask, "Who was that?"

"The Don needs me. He wants me to check on Fish."

"Can I come?"

"Sure."

"K, it'll only take me a few minutes to change," I call over my shoulder as I go to change into new clothes. 

I chose my black pants (with a hole added so that my tail can fit) and a simple black tank top. Victor waits in his car, wearing his usual outfit. 

"Oh, got a gun I could use?" I ask as we ride off.

He nods, motioning to the dash, "Always keep a spare around, just in case."

"How very wise of you," I quip, snatching the gun from the glovebox.

He smirks.

~

At the warehouse where we dropped off Fish, we find Bob splayed out on the floor. I shake my head. He had one job. 

"Call Falcone," he whispers shakily.

Vic pulls out his gun, "No kidding."

I watch without emotion as he pulls the trigger. 

After the deed is done, I say, "I bet she's gonna go after Oswald. She has a fondness for revenge."

~

We arrive at the nightclub armed and ready. I hear pained grunts and pathetic pleading as we enter. 

Stopping at the bar, I casually observe Oswald getting the crap beaten out of him. Fish is whaling on him with a baseball bat. I snicker and jab Vic with my elbow as if to say, 'look at that'. 

After a short time, Vic raises his arm and shoots into the air.

"Hello, seems like Mooney's is the place to be today," he greets with a grin.

Butch and Fish waste no time and react instantly. Butch shoots at Victor, but he easily dodges it. More shots are fired although no one is injured.

They run and we follow. As I pass Oswald, I wink at him. 

We get into the dark hallway and find only Butch. He fires at us, but Vic shoots him in the leg and he runs out of ammo. 

"Hello again," Vic greets. "Where is she?" 

Butch doesn't say anything, instead opting to laugh. His laughter makes me angry.

Vic turns to me, "What do you think, N/n? Shall we kill him or take him home to play with?"

I watch Victor's face light up in an infectious grin. 

Humming thoughtfully, I bring my foot back before slamming it against Butch's head. "I think we should keep him. He seems like fun," I beam at the bald hitman. 

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