V | Dial 'A' for Assassin

Chapter 9

Trigger Warning: Violence, Blood, Adult Dialogue, Descriptions of Crime Scenes, and Mature Content
Viewer's Discretion Is Advised

The Next Morning

-

🖤 Roland POV 🖤

Victor and I were quiet over breakfast. I was quiet the whole ride over, and I waited until Victor was done eating before I asked him what had been bugging me.

"Are we.. Still a thing? I mean.. Are we a thing? I mean.. Falcone's still around, but Victor... Oswald's gone."

Victor tensed for a moment.

"Where is this coming from?" He asked.

"Cobblepot's dead." I exasperated under my breath.

I heard him inhale huskily.

"Wait.. Do you think this is about the job?"
He wiped his gloveless hands off on a napkin and directed one of his fingers between the two of us.

I felt my cheeks get hot.

"I mean.." He started. 'This.. This is whatever it is until we figure it out." He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully.

I smiled.
"I like that."

He smiled back and we still didn't mention The Elephant in Gotham.

I decided to finish my food and looked back up at him, who was waiting patiently.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him.

"How about.. We go back to your place and have a shower?" He suggested, and wiped my lips off with a napkin, sealing it with a kiss.

-

Victor and I were driving home shortly after breakfast when I got a call.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hey. It's Lee."

"Oh, hey. What's goin' on?" I asked.

"Have you seen Jim? I need to talk to him."

I sighed and looked over at Victor for a moment. He kept his eyes on the road, his grip didn't tighten on my thigh so I could tell he was focused.

"No. I haven't. I saw him yesterday morning at The Diner but that's it."

She sighed.

"What's going on?" I asked again, sternly.

"Something came up in a case, and I need to talk to him. No one's seen him yet."

"I'll be on my way."

I immediately hung up the phone before she could say anything else and looked over.

"Hey, Babe." I said without thinking, and a rosy tint had spread across my face when we made eye-contact.

"C-could you, uhm.. Step on it a little? I wanna get dressed and head to The GCPD."

"What's wrong with what you're wearing now?" He smirked.

He hinted at the fact I chose to keep my pajamas on out to breakfast. Sure, I was covered by a tank top and sweats, but I wanted to suit up.