𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

break my heart

ship - zsaszlepot {oswald - victor zsasz}

warnings - typical violence and probably gonna be angsty

fandom - gotham (dc)

“turn down the lights, turn down the bed, turn down these voices inside my head lay down with me tell me no lies”
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this couldnt be happening, and tonight of all night's, the opening of his club being crashed by some rookie criminal group, that didn't follow his license, just trying to get back at them.

it's chaos, as civilians flee the now poorly lighten club with the sound of guns firing in the background.

victor now in high alert, the gun in his hand already cocked, just needing the excuse to aim it and hit someone. not having to wait long.

watching amongst the chaos, his eyes falling on one of the crashes as he tries making a run for it. he aims to take shot, shooting and hitting the guy in the back of the head.

the ringleader of their little group has the fear toxin canister in his hands, and he's making his way towards penguin. zsasz aims at the guy, before he can pull the trigger a shot rings dangerously close to his ear, he ducks in time. tabitha disarms and knocks the guy out.

oswald grunts wiping the toxin off from his face, he opens his blinking a couple of times, before staring, terrified at the block of ice in the center of the room, he's tripping over backwards in attempts to get away from whatever he's seeing.

oswald is breathing heavily, he clings to jim as he struggles to his feet. “help me”
he pleads, hugging tightly to jim's torso. “don't let him get me, please”

jim awkwardly embraces oswald, as the press get photographs for the front page.

zsasz holsters his gun, stepping forward, placing a hand on oswald's shoulder. “come on, boss let's get you home” not sure if oswald can even hear him. jim pulls oswald from himself sending zsasz a look of gratitude. oswald mumbling to himself as they turn to leave.

oswald's arms wrap tightly around victor as they walk in small steps to the lounge's exit. victor can finally make out what he's mumbling don't let him get, please don't let him get me, over and over again. zsasz can only assume he's talking about nygma, he's never understood why he let nygma hold so much power over him even now, when he's so much better than that. oswald deserved so much better than that.

victor drapes an arm oswald's shaking shoulder pulling him closer, hoping it would bring him some comfort. “don't worry i got you, i won't let him get you”

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back at oswald place, oswald sitting on the counter top in the bathroom, as victor runs him a bath in attempts to get what's left of the toxin of his body. victor gets up making his way over to oswald placing a hand on his shoulder, oswald jumps at the contact looking up at victor.

“your baths ready boss, want me to help with your clothes?” better to ask then just doing it for him.

“n-no, i can do it” he spoke as he shakingly unbuttoned his dress shirt throwing it to the floor, he then kicks off his pants then falling to the ground with the shirt, then his underwear. zsasz takes his arm helping him off the counter and into the bath.

oswald closes his eyes as the water touches his skin, victor moves a sponge across his skin cleaning him.

“are you feeling any better boss?” he ask as he counties cleaning him off

“y-yes, a bit, thank you victor” he says opening his eyes slightly looking at the other. victor puts his hands against oswald's cheek, he leans into the touch his eyes shutting again.