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Chris Dutton: It’s the Kicks in the Teeth He Avoids the Most

Go ahead, they said. Throw a music festival, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. So, yeah, that’s exactly what he and his sister, Nina, decided to do. They founded a country music festival directly across the street from where the legendary Jamboree in the Hills was staged for 40 years for more than 100,000 fans. They hired country stars like Dierks Bentley, Miranda Lambert, Trace Adkins, Joe Diffie, Jo Dee Messina, and Neal McCoy, and Dutton rolled in favored vendors, multiple stages, and invited local country performers, too. As far as the recipe Dutton knew, it was CHECK! CHECK! CHECK! And CHECK! And yup, it sure was fun each of those three years, so, yeah, what could possibly have gone wrong? He built it, right? They came, right? Right, but only in a kinda-sorta way. And the entertainment industry? It’s much more complicated than Dutton ever imagined. And then, of course, toss in the middle of all of it a coronavirus pandemic that redefined the rules of engagement when it came to competing against the industry’s monsters like Live Nation. So, that’s right, no Blame My Roots Festival during that third weekend of July this year. Will it come back? Yes, but only if the economics make more sense. If that’s not the case, though, Dutton’s flare when it comes to throwing a hell of a party will continue at The Pike 40 Restaurant and Bar in Morristown. The eatery’s outdoor dining area has been expanded into a full-blown entertainment venue, the ultra-popular “Pike Idol” competition enters into its second week Thursday evening at 7 p.m., and live music will take the exterior stage – weather permitting – both Friday and Saturday evenings. And that’s not to mention the menu, that long list of delectable delights anchored by the Dutton family’s Wagyu beef fresh from their cattle farm just a few miles away. Now that’s one recipe that takes care of itself every single time. Chris works on the family ranch with his father, the original John Dutton. What are the main reasons why you put Blame My Roots on hold for this summer? Well, despite a pretty nasty financial loss, I started working with a new booking agency in August, a few weeks after the 2022 show. This bigger, Nashville-based agency, together with its marketing firm and partnership firm, got us excited about 2023. But it was still August, which is really late to start doing offers for the following Summer. It felt like we were forcing something—because we were. Most festivals book in the spring for the following summer. Also, most summer festivals go on sale for the following summer immediately after their current show. We were essentially anywhere from four to six months behind booking a 2023 festival that we would absolutely need to be successful, given all of our losses. So, we pulled the plug, paused, and picked up in April to attempt to be successful for 2024, in what we hope is the best approach to this thing. The truth is, we’ve never booked a festival as early as April. For 2019, we only had 6 months. Then, each year after, we started the August immediately following the previous show because we haven’t had a good gauge on how successful we were, or how we should build moving forward. What have been the biggest lessons you have learned about the entertainment industry? I’ve only been doing this for five years, and I haven’t been particularly successful in a conventional sense. Now, that doesn’t mean I’m not proud of the festival we’ve created, or the team and experience we’ve all gathered since 2019, but, I’ve learned a lot about country music, live events, and event coordinating—which was probably the only skill set I had going into this. I’ve learned that you can’t trust social media, or maybe just all the folks that abuse it. Country music festivals are a lot about headliners, and not the upcoming, supporting acts. Rock festivals are different in that way. One of our openers in 2019 was Gabby Barrett, who later won New Female Artist of the Year in 2020, but not too many people came in early to see her. Same with Whiskey Myers that year. It’s very typical of any country show you go to …. I just notice it more as a festival owner. Buying for festivals (soft ticket venues) is much different than for hard ticket venues (arenas, bars, etc.). I pay much more for artists to confirm my single date than venues pay to fill their calendars with whoever is available. With radius blocks all being the same, this makes it very hard to compete as a newer festival. Chris works every single day on planning the new Blame My Roots events so he can discover a way to make it work in East Ohio. How have "concert campers" changed through the years? They really haven’t. There’s just a lot less traditional campers for us. Of course, we’re not a festival built around a permanent campground, so we get the tailgating type. Valley View had an abundance of campsites that were mostly set up for daily tailgates and places to crash. Then those folks would go home at 6 a.m., shower, nap, and come back out at noon all recharged. The traditional campers are always a marvel to me. Full kitchens cooking 3 meals per day, not a speck of trash, showered up, clean clothes, etc., and usually the least grumpy! I miss both types throughout the year. If "Beth Dutton" was your real sister, how would you try to settle her down? Oh, I don’t think I’d try to settle her down. I’d just hope she’s on my side! I’ve been surrounded by strong, outspoken, successful women who can put you in your place if it’s necessary. I was raised by them, grew up with them, worked alongside them, and I was smart enough to date and marry one. There’s so many odd similarities with the show. My sister Nina is the youngest, and I suppose, for as long as I can remember, she’s been a strong-minded (Read: “Bossy”), outspoken chick that I haven’t had much success arguing with. I suppose in a way, she’s made all her brothers look like “Jaime” once or twice. Chris and his mother, Rita, have worked together to transform The Pike 40 into an impressive entertainment venue. What have been some of the funniest questions you've been asked about the wagyu beef and the cows on the ranch? There’s a lot of misunderstanding around Wagyu cattle. We’ve been asked by folks—with a legitimate straight face—if we have to give them alcohol and massages daily. I couldn’t imagine hiring farm help and giving them that job responsibility. We get asked, “What do they look like?” Well, they look like cows! We have 30 Akaushi bulls on the farm and about 50 momma Akaushi cows. The other 400 momma cows are an Angus cross that is bred by the 30 bulls resulting in the “Domestic” or our “Ohio Wagyu.” Other than the Akaushi being red, you can’t really tell them apart until it comes to taste … and that’s by far the best part. By the way, you can purchase Dutton Cattle's Wagyu beef for your home. Wagyu Beef Summer Harvest *Whole beef: $2,997 / $600 deposit (https://app.barn2door.com/duttoncattle/all/1Xerp) *Half beef: $1,597 / $300 deposit (https://app.barn2door.com/duttoncattle/all/L0RXj) *Quarter beef: $799 / $300 deposit (https://app.barn2door.com/duttoncattle/all/e86aJ) Lowest deposits and per-pound pricing of the season. Order due by July 7. Meat available for pickup approximately 3 weeks from processing date. Read the full article

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youngsamberg · 2 years

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i mean maybe it is a split of opinion within the fandom idk but i heard the ship engages in problematic tropes re like not respecting women

?????? i've literally never heard that. people say that chris messina is the best chris and i can't imagine that would be the case if his character was bad

#anonymous

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luminnara · 4 years

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The Dismemberment Song | BOP Victor Zsasz x Reader | 18+

Fandom: Birds of Prey

Words: 3,791

Summary: Zsasz takes a liking to one of the burlesque dancers at Roman’s club.

PART ONE | PART TWO |

WARNINGS: graphic blood/gore/violence, reader may or may not torture and murder a guy, alcohol, all that good Gotham stuff, reader is kinda fucked up

Seriously, don’t read this if you don’t like blood

Based on The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid!

This is written as a kinda vague fem!reader, but if there’s interest I can always write alternate versions for different genders, more specific body/personality types, or whatever else might tickle your fancy! Just hit up my ask box!

Requests are open!! Pls, I really wanna write more Zsasz or Zsaszmask x reader, gimme ideas!

The Black Mask was a club that boasted only the best of the best. Top shelf booze, luxurious furnishings, and entertainers that Gotham’s other club owners wished they could get their hands on all came together to form the East End’s trendiest spot. You were lucky enough to be one of those very entertainers, and you had been performing onstage at Roman’s club ever since one of his goons saw you dancing at another spot across town. Roman Sionis had bought you easily, promising a good nightly wage and all the free drinks you could stomach, and a few years later, you were still enjoying the nice gig at the Black Mask.

Most nights were the same; you showed up around seven, hung around in the dressing room with the others while you all got ready, and enjoyed a drink or two before your first number. You were always in the chorus, not that you really minded--Roman paid you more than enough to keep you happy, even though you knew the stars got more. Girls who did solo numbers, especially if they could sing, those were Mr. Sionis’s favorites. You never really expected to achieve that kind of status, not when people like Dinah Lance were around and holding his attention, so when Roman pulled you aside one night to tell you that he wanted to give you the chance to do your own routine, you nearly dropped your drink.

“Full creative control,” he said, a hand resting at the small of your back as you gaped at him.

“I--what?” you managed to choke out. “I-I mean, thank you, Mr. Sionis, really--”

“Please,” he chuckled. “Call me Roman.”

“Thank you, Roman,” you smiled, swallowing down your fear. “I won’t disappoint you, I swear.”

“I know you won’t, doll.” he motioned for someone to bring him a drink. “Full creative control, like I said. I want to see what’s swirling around in that pretty mind of yours. Put some heart into it for me, k doll?”

You nodded. “You got it, boss.”

He grinned, hugging you to his side and pressing a kiss against your temple like he did with all the girls he liked. “Looking forward to it, beautiful.”

He let you go, turning to leave, and Zsasz slunk after him, but not before casting you an almost annoyed look.

“Don’t disappoint,” he teased, whistling low before he followed his boss.

You gulped. You were sure he wouldn’t mind peeling your face off, but you rather preferred staying alive.

“I won’t!” you called after him bravely.

He glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes practically boring into you as if were sizing you up. He thought you were just some prissy little girl, didn’t he? Just like Roman, just like everybody else. But you would show them. They wanted to see what kind of shit really ate at your brain? Oh, you’d give them a nice little glimpse.

And so, only a couple shorts weeks later, here you were, getting ready in the dressing room like usual, only you were far more nervous than you had been for any other shift. You had busted your ass getting everything ready, even taking a few nights off to work twice as hard on what you hoped would be a good debut. You had given the band their sheet music, you had learned your lyrics inside and out (because you were absolutely determined to go that extra mile for Roman Sionis and show him that not only could you prance around onstage, but you could sing, too), and you had spent hours upon hours hand-decorating an old corset and lingerie set you had sitting around. Roman wanted this to come from the heart, he wanted a passion project, and you were gonna give it to him.

You just had to pray that he was in the right mood to enjoy it.

“Think you’re good to go, my love,” the house mom said as she finished with your hair.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. So far, so good...your hair was in big barrel curls, still warm to the touch as your house mom gave it a couple more passes with the hairspray for good measure.

“You sure I don’t need--”

“You’re gonna knock ‘em dead,” she interrupted, retreating to her usual chair.

You kept staring at your reflection. “Do you think it’s too much? I mean...”

She laughed loudly. “Hon, this is Gotham. There’s no such thing as too much.”

Glancing down at your outfit, you weren’t so sure. “But...”

“But nothing. Now go on, go show Roman why he stays in business.”

You stood on shaky legs, nodding to her as you made your way towards the door. “R-right.”

“Break a leg,” she called after you.

All you could do was nod. You knew what you were doing. You had practiced for hours every day to get ready for this. With a deep breath, you made your way down the hall leading to stage, shaking your hands out as you stood in the wings. You could do this. You were ready.

As soon as your stage name was announced, you stepped out, ruby encrusted heels clicking against the wooden floorboards. The lights were harsh, the crowd quiet as you came out to face them. The stage was set for you, a few props already waiting for you as you stood there, ready for the music to start.

Then, the band began playing, and you sprang into action.

“Hold still, my sweet. I’m tryin to measure the space between your molar and your jaw...” You sang, lunging forward to grab the medical-grade calipers sitting in a metal bucket for you. You trailed them down over your victim’s jaw, smiling as you did so. “...This caliper, no cause for fear. No it...it doesn’t hurt, it only helps me measure how much skin you have...”

Across the club, Zsasz looked up. He was standing near Roman, his boss sitting in a booth while he chatted with some business associates. He was far more interested in you than their conversation, his dark eyes tracking you as you moved across the stage. He was absolutely enthralled by your outfit, your tightly-laced corset covered in blood red rhinestones that glimmered under the stage lights, your matching bra and thong shining just as brightly. You looked like you were covered in blood, the gems catching his eye in a way he hadn’t expected.

“--and the topmost layer of fat, but I won’t make an incision till you’re nice and numb...” There was an operating table on the stage, where one of Roman’s lowest-ranking goons was tied down. If Zsasz remembered correctly, this guy had fucked up pretty monumentally recently, so seeing him strapped down and struggling brought a grin to his face.

You ran over to the man, the crowd laughing as you leaned across him. “...Oh, and laughing gas can be so much fun, please don’t doubt my decision...”

The scene you had set was both comedic and sexual. In all honesty, Zsasz hadn’t expected you to do anything like this; you were a chorus girl, someone he had thought would go for something overdone and classic. Maybe some old school stupid, annoying, Singin In The Rain type shit, yet there you were, dressed in an outfit that was obviously meant to emulate dripping blood while you flitted around a man on a gurney.

Zsasz couldn’t look away.

“This’ll be ooh, this’ll be ahh, this’ll be absolutely whee!” you squealed, teasingly pressing your sawblade to the goon’s torso. “This’ll be nice, this’ll be neat and bring you closer to me...”

You grabbed the goon as he struggled against his restraints, holding him down. Zsasz was sure the man was in on your little number, and he thought it was cute; you were pretending to be some sort of killer, maybe trying to appeal to Roman’s face peely urges. Maybe you were trying to make the boss happy by scaring his lackey like this.

“So don’t you squirm, don't you fret, I'm not gonna hurt you...yet.” You grinned, leaning down before you shoved the man’s face to the side, letting him go as you ran back across the stage. “I just feel the need to be gettin’ a little of you, a lot of blood lettin’, I know the sensation you’re probably dreading...”

You pranced back to the gurney, moving with that little extra theatrical oomph that made everyone think you were just playing. You smiled as they clapped and laughed loudly. They would figure it out soon enough.

“Cutting you up will be so refreshing for me...” you cooed, discarding the calipers in favor of a scalpel. You traced it down the goon’s bare chest, a little line of blood following the blade as it pierced his flesh.

He let out a scream, just as you hoped he would, and you gave his little table a shove, sending it wheeling a short distance away.

“Now don’t you cry,” You sang, “And don’t call Miriam, she’s my alibi...oh let me check your toes out!” You picked up a set of pliers, taking hold of his big toe. “Aren’t your toenails cute?” you grabbed one and pulled, the goon screaming as you removed the nail, leaving a bloody pulp behind. “...and red is such a lovely color on you!” you leaned down in his face, grabbing the opposite foot’s big toenail and yanking. “...But you won’t be needing those!”

Roman began clapping, giving a loud “Whoo!” as he watched you. He had no idea that when you had asked him for the name of his least favorite henchman, this would be the reason. Now, watching the man suffer onstage in front of everyone while you were dancing around him in six inch heels and a scandalously skimpy outfit, Sionis was more than entertained. He was impressed, absolutely astounding by the cruelty his little burlesque dancer held inside of her. He couldn’t have hoped for more.

“When you’ve got no knees!” you sang, dropping your weapons in favorite of a crowbar. “...Or shins, or pinky fingers, or arteries....”

You brought your weapon down on each of the man’s legs, somehow still managing to poise yourself perfectly as you did so. You gave him a few good whacks, then dropped the bar, leaning down to pick a knife up out of the bucket and run it over his hands teasingly.

“...so hold still while I remove them!” you trilled.

The man tried to sit up, struggling against his restraints, but you shoved him back down with a sweet smile.

“...Oh, and don’t fight back,” you sang, hopping up to sit next to him. “I think you’ll find you’re missing the point, with that.”

Meanwhile, Victor Zsasz was grinning, showing off his gold teeth while he watched you. He kept a close eye on your hips as they swayed, his trained eyes following your ass as it moved across the stage. Were you really carving a man up right then and there? He wanted it to be true. He wanted to smell the overwhelming tang of blood as you plunged a knife into your victim. But he was too far away, and so he had to settle for watching instead.

Your victim tried to scream, and you shoved his head to the side playfully.

“That’s enough outta you!” you sang, holding his jaw tightly.

As you repeated your chorus, your knife returned to the man’s flesh and he grunted in pain, pleading to an audience that didn’t care about him. The Black Mask was a fucked up place for fucked up people, no matter how trendy it was, and nobody in the audience was going to protest when someone was torn apart onstage. Besides, Roman Sionis was far too powerful for the GCPD to go after, and as you heard him laughing loudly in the audience, you had a pretty good feeling that he wasn’t going to send anyone after you for carving somebody up in a way that only you could.

You kept going, peeling your underbust corset off with the same grace and dexterity that Zsasz peeled faces with. As you stood in only your bra, thong, garters and stockings, you felt exhilarated, powerful, as if you had been born to cur people up in front of an audience.

It’s not like this was your first time chopping a body up, anyways; there was a reason you had to move to Gotham and get a new gig, after all.

Zsasz watched you. In fact, his eyes were glued to you, even when Roman walked away to chat with a few mob bosses in a nearby booth. Were you seriously killing this man right in front of everyone? Victor didn’t necessarily care for all the theatrics, but he could appreciate how seriously you took you took your craft, and he had to admit, he was surprised that this was what you had come up with when Roman told you to give him something good.

“‘Cause I’m all out of hurt, you’ve used up all I’ve got,” you taunted, sneering down at your victim as you brought your saw down on his leg. “So I’m chopping you up and still coming up squat! If I want it to bleed, I’ll just roll up my sleeve and saw and saw and saw...”

The blade cut back and forth, and Zsasz’s eyes followed it. Blood was spurting up, drenching your arms as if you were wearing red opera gloves.

“And saw, and saw, and saw, and saw....”

“Zsasz, can you believe this?” Roman asked, leaning towards him.

“No, boss,” Zsasz said with a little grin, shaking his head.

“She’s good. We may have to give her a new job...”

You paused, giving your victim a break as you tossed the saw back into the bucket, drops of blood spattering across the stage as you pulled out a large butcher knife. Before it could touch Roman’s henchman, you used it to flick open the clasp on your bra, tossing the thin little piece of lingerie out into the crowd. You didn’t really care where it went; you were too busy enjoying yourself.

“This’ll be ooh, this’ll be ahh, this’ll be absolutely whee,” you purred, trailing the blade down the side of the man’s face. “This’ll be nice, this’ll be neat and bring you closer to me...”

“So don’t you squirm, don’t you fret, I’m not gonna hurt you, oh no, no, no, not...yet.” you plunged your blade into his chest, between two of his ribs, not close enough to knick his heart but definitely deep enough to cause him immense pain despite all the adrenaline that was sure to be running through his system now.

You pulled the knife back out, blood dripping off the metal blade as you held it tightly and pranced back across the stage. “I just feel the need to be gettin’ a little of you, a lot of bloodletting, I know the sensation you’re probably dreading but there’s one thing you’re forgetting...”

Turning back to him, you brought the blade to his throat, and in the crowd, Zsasz’s eyes lit up. He was delighted. He was enthralled. His pants were getting a little tight, but whatever. The rest of the audience was gazing up at you with wonder, disgust, amusement...but Zsasz was absolutely admiring the way you so confidently played with your victim. The theatrics were starting to grow on him, he decided, and he wanted nothing more than to go right up there and lick all that blood off your face.

“There’s nothing like the thrill of a shredding,” you sang, almost snarling, “but this is no orthodox beheading...”

You destroyed the man on the gurney, carving through him, drenching yourself in blood in an almost comical way.

“Cutting you up,” you sang as you made an absolute mess. “Cutting you up...”

“Cutting you up is gonna be....” you finally stepped back, catching your breath as the song slowed. “...so refreshing for me.”

As your routine finished, you took a little bow, still holding the knife as you crossed your ankles and bent at the waist in a delightfully fancy gesture. The man on the gurney was very much dead, blood dripping down onto the stage, and the audience was still eating up every second of it. You could hear Roman cheering, and as you spotted him standing there amidst the crowd with Zsasz at his side, you blew them both a little kiss.

“How about that?” you heard Roman’s voice boom above the clapping as you strode offstage. “I would call for an encore, but unfortunately, I think we’d need a new victim....”

Your head was still abuzz with the rush of killing, and you walked back to the dressing room in a daze. You were vaguely aware of Dinah Lance wrinkling her nose as you passed her, but you didn’t pay her any mind. Absolutely nothing could kill your good mood now.

“Well?” the house mom asked as you made your way to your mirror. “Sounds like it went well, judging by those cheers...”

You smiled and hummed to yourself, nodding as you reached for something to clean your face with. You were going to need an entire shower to get all this blood off yourself.

“Told you.” the house mom snorted a laugh.

“He loved it,” you grinned.

She shook her head in amusement. “You are one fucked up girl, I’ll tell you that much.”

“That’s showbiz, baby,” you joked, raising a towel to start working at wiping your face.

“Oh, pussycat?” a singsong voice made you freeze.

You could see Zsasz in the mirror.

He was leaning in the doorway, smirking as he watched you. “Boss wants to talk.”

You paled. Had you fucked up after all? Did Roman get his shits and giggles and now planned on having Zsasz peel your face off? Sionis was infamous for his fickle moods. You’d watched him have plenty of people dragged off into back rooms just for speaking at the wrong time, and you had just done way worse than interrupt him.

You gawked at Zsasz, still staring at his reflection. What were you supposed to do? Run? He was blocking the only door, and there was no way you’d be able to get past him. You had no choice but to follow him to Roman.

“O-Okay,” you managed to stammer out, finally turning towards him. “Lead the way.”

“Might want this.” he held up the bra you had tossed, twirling the strap around his finger while he gave you a smile that showed off his gold teeth.

“Give me that!” you snapped, rushing towards him.

“Ah.” he held it above his head, leering down at you. “Think I like this view more...”

“Zsasz!” you protested, scrambling against his chest and practically trying to claw your way up him to get your lingerie.

He froze. He finally smelled the metallic tang of all that blood covering you, and coupled with the feeling of your tits against his chest...oh, he was so fucked.

When he dropped the bra, you grabbed it from him, tossing it back to your mirror and moving to pick up a silky red robe off a nearby hook. You shrugged it on, tying it shut while Zsasz cleared his throat and offered you his arm.

“Such a gentleman,” you sneered, taking it anyways.

“When I want to be.” his voice was low and rough, as if his vocal chords were scraping against each other with every syllable.

You looked up at him, a bit dumbfounded, as he led you out into the club once more. The band was playing as a few people cleaned up the carnage you had left behind, the bar’s patrons all chatting and drinking again. It was as if nothing had even happened and they hadn’t just watched a man be torn apart onstage a few minutes prior.

Zsasz took you to Roman, the crowd parting before the two of you easily. Sionis was sitting in his favorite booth, sipping his drink and laughing, still seeming to be in a very good mood.

“Ah, there she is!” He said when he saw you, standing up and spreading his arms.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You asked nervously as Zsasz let you go.

“Yes, yes, I had Mr. Zsasz grab you so that I could congratulate you on a thrilling performance.”

You stared at him. “You liked it?”

“Liked it? I loved it, darling! A bit messy for my tastes, but a lovely show, truly, though I suspect our dear Mr. Zsasz here wishes he could have been the one to take care of your victim. Isn’t that right, Zsasz?”

You glanced up at Zsasz. He grunted, not necessarily in agreement. He didn’t hate watching your performance by any means, and as much as he enjoyed helping little birds fly away from the world, he rather enjoyed watching you do it, too.

“I’m glad, Mr. Sionis,” you said.

“I told you, call me Roman.” he took a sip of his drink. “You know, normally, I don’t enjoy it when someone kills the people that belong to me, but I must admit, you certainly have a way with a knife.”

“I would have asked your permission, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” you gulped.

“And what a lovely surprise it was!” Roman laughed loudly. “You’re very talented...in fact, how’d you like a promotion? Yes? Perfect, perfect! No, no, don’t shake my hand, you’re...well, you’re covered in blood. Quite frankly, it’s disgusting.” He snapped his fingers. “Mr. Zsasz, take her up to the penthouse so she can clean up, I don’t want all this blood getting on the new carpeting in here.”

“Oh, Mr. Sio--Roman,” you cleared your throat, “I can use the shower in the dressing room, really, it’s no trouble--”

“Nonsense, nonsense.” he waved you away. “You’re part of the team now, aren’t you? Besides, a job well done deserves some sort of reward. Zsasz will show you upstairs. Don’t worry, he’s completely harmless.”

As Zsasz put a hand on your lower back, you had your doubts. Harmless wasn’t really a word you would choose to describe Roman’s right hand man.

“Come on, princess.” Zsasz purred, guiding you through the crowd before you had much of a chance to protest.

He took you to the elevator in the corner, the bouncer standing guard in front of it stepping aside with a nod. The man hit the up button, and soon, you were pressed up against Zsasz in the small space, on your way up to Roman’s spacious penthouse.

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cinebration · 4 years

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Playing Games (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [One-shot]

Anon asked: Soo an idea.. maybe one where you’re romans assistant and you’re kind of prudish so he has victor flirt with you and get you to open up?? Super flirty/angsty maybe??

I know I said I wasn’t acepting requests, but when I received this one, I saw it as a challenge. I wondered if I could write it without the interaction turning into sexual harassment.

I don’t think I succeeded. I hope anon likes it.

Zsasz headcanons:

1. Like in Choose Where, he has no sense of personal space, and he’s touch-oriented.

2. He can’t flirt worth a damn.

Tagged: @im-just-one-of-the-avengers

Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, language

Roman Sionis didn’t realize until after he hired you on as his assistant that he had a prude on his hands. It wasn’t necessarily that you were a real prude, but whenever you overheard his exploits or his leering comments toward men and women alike, your face colored. Without fail you would flee as soon as possible.

Roman loved it. Seeing you squirm and flounder in the face of blatant sexuality tickled him in all the right places.

He noticed after the first month you became particularly flustered and embarrassed around Zsasz whenever the man flashed his lupine smile in your direction. Roman didn’t blame you. Zsasz dripped animal charisma, sex in a scarred, lethal-eyed package. Roman himself had fallen prey to the man’s magnetism.

Roman pulled Zsasz aside one evening. He was making you stay late to finish busywork.

“Zsasz,” he murmured into the man’s ear, “I have a job for you.”

Zsasz’s lips pulled away from his teeth as Roman explained his plan.

You knew it was busywork meant to keep you late. Practically elbow deep in it, you looked helplessly at the time. The cusp of midnight arrived with a tolling of bells in your mind.

Why was Roman keeping you late?

The door of the office swung open silently but for the turn of the door knob. You glanced up to see Zsasz slink into the room, a curious look in his dark eyes.

You tensed. What Roman had taken for prudishness was in fact skittishness. Both men oozed sex and desire, even when they weren’t trying. Navigating between them was hell, your mind so befuddled with pheromones you were honestly surprised you could walk straight, let alone string a coherent sentence together.

You knew better. You had learned your lesson.

Zsasz sauntered over to the desk, lips pulling back into a feral grin.

Shit.

“What’re you doing?”

Everything the man said sounded like a threat. That knife of his was somewhere within reach of his hand.

“Coordinating invites to Roman’s party,” you answered, looking away from him.

He came around the desk and leaned over your shoulder, invading your space. The man, you had learned, lacked a sense of personal space.

“Hmm,” he purred above your head. “Why aren’t you here?”

“I don’t get an invite. I’ll be working.”

He sat down on the table, crowding your elbow. “Do you work all the time?”

You glanced aside at him without really looking, avoiding eye contact. Familiar unease slithered down your spine. Nodding, you stared down at the list printout in front of you and the computer monitor. The check marks you place beside each name were suddenly shaky.

“Have a drink with me.”

“No.” The word jumped out of your mouth.

Zsasz’s smile fell. “Lighten up.”

Fuck. It was happening again.

“It would be inappropriate,” you managed to say.

“I’m not the boss.”

He had a point. You hunched over the printout. “Still, aren’t you Roman’s?”

Zsasz smirked. “It’s his idea.”

You suddenly went cold, panic gripping your throat. The words flung out of you in an almost strangled shriek. “I’m not doing this again!”

Zsasz frowned, scarred brow furrowing. “What?”

You couldn’t stop yourself, not with the panic driving control from your mind. “I left my other job because of this behavior.”

You hadn’t wanted to lose your job, so you had endured the harassment, gritting through it until it had almost been too late, until things had almost gone too far.

“My boss,” you hissed, “blacklisted me, all because I quit so I wouldn’t have to sleep with him. It’s the only reason I’m working for Roman. He was the only one who would hire me.”

You pushed away from the desk, putting space between yourself and Zsasz. He watched you with that curious expression of his, the frown deepening.

“I need this job,” you said, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. You couldn’t tell him that if you lost this job you might as well starve to death. Refusing him and Roman would at least guarantee a quicker death. “I’m good at what I do. I can do a lot for Roman and his business, if he’ll let me. But I won’t play games.”

“We like games,” Zsasz said, flashing his teeth.

“Not this one.”

You fled from the room before Zsasz could say anything, hurrying down the corridor and out the back door to freedom.

Roman emerged from the other room where he had been watching on cameras. His pretty face pulled into a petulant frown. “Well, that was disappointing. She didn’t want to play.” Raking a hand through his hair, he announced, “I guess I’ll have to fire her. It’s a shame. She was the best assistant yet.”

Zsasz fixed his attention on his boss as the man threw himself into your desk chair, muttering to himself. His first bitter thought was that someone had sullied your innocence before him, that he had been denied the chance. He loved corrupting innocence, was practically drawn to it.

The panic on your face, in your voice, stuck in his mind. He couldn’t shake it.

“Roman,” he said quietly, walking over to him and placing his hands on the man’s shoulders, “I think she should stay.”

Roman made a flustered sound of dissent.

Gently massaging the man’s trapezoids in the way he liked it, Zsasz continued, “You said she was the best. You shouldn’t get rid of her. She’s done good work so far, right?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“If you fire her, she might go to one of your enemies.”

Roman frowned. “I wouldn’t want that.”

“Then she has to stay.”

Roman sighed, shrugged Zsasz’s hands off him. “If she won’t play—”

“I’ll get her to trust us.”

“You better.”

You returned to work the next morning, practically walking on tip-toe. Nobody stopped you. Roman was probably still asleep, loathe to give up his beauty sleep so early.

Creeping into the office, you straightened the desk and drew up the list of invites again, your attention focused on sounds outside the office.

The door opened just as you had started to relax.

Zsasz entered. You tensed.

In his hands was a sheathed knife.

A shudder of fear wracked you before cold resignation set in. You sat up straight, face set.

Zsasz paused before the desk, turning the knife in his hands. “I brought you something.”

He extended the knife to you.

Frowning, you glanced between the weapon and his face. You gently took it, arching an eyebrow in question.

“You wear it in your waistband,” he explained. “Try it on.”

Watching him warily, you stood and tried to slide the clip onto the outside of your pants.

“Not like that.” Coming around the desk, Zsasz reached out, both hands empty, and said, “I’m going to help you.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fixated on his hands.

Taking the knife, Zsasz pulled on your belt loop and slid the sheath against your skin. His fingers brushed your hip, sending delicious sparks up your side. Palpable body heat radiated off him, clouding your mind. Clipping the sheath into place, he relinquished the belt loop, his fingers lingering for a moment on your skin.

He imagined with sudden clarity you accidentally missing the sheath when resheathing the knife and slicing yourself, leaving a fine scar on your hip. The thought made his breath stutter.

“With this,” he purred, “you can hurt anyone who takes things too far.”

“Even you?” The words slipped past your lips.

His lips pulled back into that feral smile. “I like new scars.”

You nearly quailed beneath his intense gaze. “Thank you,” you said slowly, taking a step back.

“I can teach you how to use it.”

“That…would be nice.”

Nodding, Zsasz opened his mouth to say he was free whenever you wanted.

Roman’s voice barked your name. You jerked your head toward the closed door of the office, panic surging.

“Am I fired?” you asked.

“No.”

Smiling weakly, you strode from the room to answer roman’s summons.

The moment the office door closed, Zsasz went to the filing cabinet, searching for your hiring file. He flipped it open, looked for the name of your former employer and his address.

He had to pay the man a visit.

#Victor Zsasz x Reader #Victor Zsasz #Victor Zsasz imagine #Zsasz #bop Zsasz #Roman Sionis #Chris Messina #Chris Messina imagine #Roman Sionis x Reader if you squint #birds of prey #bop #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn

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tawneybel · 3 years

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Imagine Roman wondering what you meant when you told him you liked his mask and facesitting.

He was wearing it at the time, and while he could get fucked while masked, it wasn’t a comfortable seat for you. Victor suggests coming along. Just to help… clarify who’s sitting where. Also, Roman doesn’t mind sharing with his best friend.

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tricksters-captain · 4 years

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Roman Sionis / Victor Zsasz imagines - Make You Forget

AN: I gave up towards the end I’m sorry!! I hope you still like it though!!

Overall Summary: You just started working for Roman Sionis and once he and his partner take notice of you, everyone knows you’re in trouble. After being broke up with, Roman takes his chance...

Pairing(s): Roman Sionis x Fem!Reader x Victor Zsasz

Word count: 3,397

Warnings: Smut. Threesome. Strong language. Submissive reader.

“New girls. We open in ten minutes. Ground rules...” A older woman who had interviewed you for this gig gathered you and two other girls in front of the bar. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as she looked down at a notepad in her arms. Were the other girls this nervous for their first shift too?

“...First rule, smile; look pretty. If you smile, you’re approachable, you keep the atmosphere happy, happy customers buy more drinks. Sell as much as you can; how well you do at selling drinks equals whether you’re good enough to stay. You have a month trial for this. If anything happens during the night to do with Mr. Sionis, you do not react or leave or question it. If Mr. Sionis wants you for whatever reason, you say yes. You do not speak to any cops, detectives or journalists without my permission and my permission comes when I get permission off Mr. Sionis for you. It’s sink or swim here, ladies. I suggest you grab your life jacket and try to swim.”

You couldn't say you were surprised at the rules. This was Roman Sionis’s club and Roman was known for his temper and mob deals.

“Appearance is also important. Make an effort. This is one of Gotham’s top clubs, not a goodwill.” You felt her judgemental eyes scan you over which prompted you to go to the bathroom before the doors opened finally.

You tightened your ponytail and took out your eyeliner pencil and lipstick to top up your makeup.

Your uniform was revealing and very uncomfortable. A metal-like frame hovered over your short skirt and nude colour top and you could tell you’d have to get used it to quickly in order to not stand out. You pulled at the fabric to try and cover you a bit more but it didn’t do much.

“You ready, girl?” One of the other new girls smiled at you as she too fixed her appearance in the mirror.

“Here’s to working for Roman Sionis.” You exhaled with a forced smile before you both left the restroom.

You couldn’t help but celebrate as the month came to an end and your name was one of the top positions on the girls board in the break room at the club.

All the girls who served at the club had a leaderboard for who could make the most sales (just for some healthy competition) and so that your manager could kick the ass of whoever wasn’t pulling their weight.

“Damn girl. Took me at least three months to make top 5 girls.” One of the more experienced employees approached you and slung her arm around your shoulders as you looked up at the board.

“Guess I’m just naturally talented.” You smirked playfully,

“You mean just insanely gorgeous.” She winked at you but you just rolled your eyes at her compliment.

“I gotta head home. Anniversary to celebrate.” You pulled your bag onto your shoulder and zipped up your coat.

“Have fun.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you responded by lightly pushing her shoulder as you also wondered about the dirty thoughts in both of your minds.

It was your three year anniversary with your boyfriend and even thought things had been hard, you were actually quite excited.

It didn’t take long to get across the east end of Gotham to your apartment but by the time you opened the front door, you expected to be greeted by your boyfriend, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

You frowned, slumping your bag onto the floor and kicking your shoes from your aching feet.

“Chris?” You called out, placing your keys and phone onto the countertop before getting a glass from the cupboard for some water.

Suddenly, you could hear whispers and scuffling around in the bedroom.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You sighed, placing the glass onto the side as you mentally prepared yourself for what you already knew you were about to see.

“Could you have been a cheating asshole on the day that wasn’t our anniversary?!” You stormed through the door to see Chris pulling his shorts up his thighs.

“What are you talking about?” Chris looked up at you as he tied the drawstrings.

“Don’t act dumb.” You opened the door to the closet to see a half naked girl. There wasn't many other places to hide in the small bedroom.

“Get out.” You ordered her to move as you reached for your suitcase.

“I’m sorry––” The girl was quick to leave the room and the apartment.

“What are you doing, (Y/n)?” Your boyfriend tried to approach you but you swung around, shooting him daggers as tears built in your eyes.

“What are you doing, Chris?!” You snapped. “Because I’m leaving. Now.”

“Fine! I’m sure you’re earning plenty with Roman Sionis’s as your boss... So, maybe it’s time for you to move out.”

“Yeah! Maybe it is!” You retorted.

You almost winced at the way he said Roman’s name like it was almost dirty to work at the Black Mask Club.

“You know, I knew things weren’t right between us but I didn’t expect you to bring a girl home to our bed in our apartment, Chris.” You admitted as you rushed to gather your things.

“Don’t act so innocent, (Y/n). You work for Roman Sionis in that god awful club.”

“Yes! I work for Roman Sionis but I haven’t slept with him!” You were enraged that he would even dare say something like that to you.

You reached for your phone, tossing the keys from the counter at your boyfriends head as you made your way out.

You were fortunate that you didn’t have to work the following day but you knew you'd be back soon enough and you considered if you could even cope with facing crowds of men.

The breakup hit you fully when you laid down that night on your friends’ couch. You tossed and turned as you replayed the relationship in your head, torturing yourself until the light streamed through the blinds and filled the apartment.

“You look like shit. What happened?” Was the first thing said to you when you walked back into the club.

“Me and Chris broke up.” You managed to say.

You knew you looked a mess. Your eyes were puffy and ringed with dark circles. Your hair hung down where it would usually up and styled for a shift to keep it out of your face.

You glanced at the rota as the girls tried to hug and comfort you but you only felt worse when you saw what duty you were on.

“Kate, can you swap with me just for tonight? I can’t bare with being a ring girl tonight.” You cringed at the hoop tray that hung up on the wall.

“No problem.” She sent a weak smile your way with sympathy in her eyes. You tried to return it before you started to apply makeup which didn’t manage hide how rough you looked.

You ran your hands through your hair trying to add some volume but gave up after hearing your manager yell for you to get out on the floor.

“Here. You need it.” One of the girls passed you a shot before you left to go to the door and you downed it gratefully; holding onto the burning taste

You felt even more uncomfortable in your uniform that night since you knew you weren’t looking up to standard.

You were grateful that you’d only be clearing tables and taking the occasional orders rather than prancing around in the hoop but it wasn’t even halfway into your shift when you started to let your mask slip.

You ran your hand through your hair and sighed deeply as you made your way through a crowd with a tray of empty used glasses.

You regretted not keeping your eyes up when you felt yourself hit something, sending you and the glasses to the floor.

“Shit.” You cursed as shattering glass scattered everywhere and bringing everyone’s attention to you.

Your head shot up as you apologised, praying you didn’t bump into anyone important when you met eyes with Victor Zsasz, of all people.

“Shit.” You let the word escape under your breath as your eyes went wide.

“What the hell is going on here?” Roman rounded Zsasz from the booth he was sat in and starred down at you.

“Mr Sionis. Mr Zsasz. I am so sorry. It’s my fault.” You rambled as you rushed to pick up the shards of glass.

Roman starred down at you with a studious look as you hissed, cutting your hard on a large piece of glass.

He recognised your face as he had noticed you before (which was rare with his workers). Within the first two weeks, the girls had warned you that Roman and Zsasz had been watching you as you worked. You just excused it as him watching you to see if you were doing a good job as his new waitress but even you had to admit getting attention from an attractive man like Roman was flattering.

“Oh mistakes happen! Darren! Get a broom and a mop! Get this glass off the floor so we can all continue dancing!” Roman’s bright smile returned to his face as he put on his show. The bartender, Darren, didn’t waste anytime doing as he was told.

“Come here, little bird.” Roman took hold of the hand you hadn’t injured and brought you off your knees. “Now go back and deal with that nasty little cut you’ve got there. I’ll send Mr Zsasz to check on you.” Roman beamed at you.

“I’m really sorry, sir.” Your skin was on fire as Roman cupped your hand with both of his.

You tried to best to get to the back room as fast as you could where Dinah helped you with your hand.

“I’m so dead. I can’t lose this job.” You felt as if you were going to break down and cry again. Could more go wrong?

“You’re a top girl. If anything you’ll get a slap on the wrist and a warning.” Dinah didn’t sound too convincing as her eyes flickered up to yours.

“Or I’ll get knife across the wrist.” You were panicked by the fact that Roman said he’d send Zsasz back to check on you. He was Roman’s right hand man and you had heard all about his adulation for knives.

“Knock knock.” Zsasz appeared in the doorway, his shoulder leant against the frame while he looked down at the both of you.

“Mr Zsasz––” You jumped to your feet but he was quick to interrupt.

“––Roman wants to talk with you upstairs.”

You felt your stomach drop and all you could do was bob your head ‘yes’.

Zsasz lead you back out onto the floor with a nod of his head to follow.

You walked through the crowded club to a backdoor which you knew was the stairs to Roman’s apartment above.

You peered over your shoulder to see Roman meet Zsasz’s eyes and nod his head all the whilst speaking with one of your coworkers by his usual booth.

Fuck.

“Take a seat.” Zsasz licked his lips as he too sat down on one of the sofas.

You sat down on one of the empty couches and tried your hardest to slow your heart to avoid a panic attack.

Zsasz’s eyes seem to burn through you like Roman’s touch did.

“Miss (Y/n) (Y/L/N).” Roman’s voice coerced your eyes away from your hands and straight to the man himself as he sauntered in. “My girls seem to like you a whole lot. Practically begging me not to fire you. Not that I’d dream of it. You make me a lot of money, Miss (Y/L/N). Not to mention that I am a fair man.” Roman spoke as he walked down the hall toward you and Zsasz.

“One of the little birdies told me that you aren’t exactly having a great time right now; couch surfing, long term boyfriend cheating on you.”

“How did you?” You already knew the answer. The girls downstairs told him hoping he’d cut you some slack.

“See what I don’t understand is, why any man would throw such a sweet face out onto the street?” Roman approached you, lifting your chin with his gloved finger. You couldn’t tell if you were even breathing at this point.

“I––”

“––Shhh.” Roman hushed you, “Don’t you worry anymore, little bird. I’m here to make it all better.” Roman crouched down, running his finger up your jaw to your cheek.

Zsasz smirked as he watched.

“Mr Sionis.” You started,

“Call me Roman. Please.” Roman’s finger dropped to your plump lips. His eyes watched as his name glided off your tongue.

“Roman. I don’t know what’s...” You could barely speak with Roman being so close. His smell was intoxicating and his touch was electric.

“It’s okay, little bird.” Roman repeated his actions from the club where he took hold of your hand and brought you to your feet.

You couldn’t look away from his eyes. A blue like nothing you’d seen before, only highlighted more by the thin dark liner.

“This can’t be comfortable. Let’s take it off.” Roman’s fingers brushed over your the cage of uniform.

Roman waved Zsasz over with a spin of his finger and soon Zsasz was behind you pulling off the metal overskirt and top off your body.

You were then left in your nude-coloured undershirt and skirt stood in-between Victor Zsasz and Roman Sionis.

“Tell me, little bird. Do you find Mr. Zsasz, here, and I handsome?” Roman has a mischievous look his eye as he watched you. His tone was playful and it only excited you further.

Your mouth was completely dry as you struggled to find the right words to answer.

“She does, Boss. I caught her watching you just last night.” Zsasz stepped closer to you, brushing your hair off your neck as he placed his chin above your shoulder, smiling at his boss.

“Is that right, Mr. Zsasz?” Roman step forward himself.

“That’s right.” Zsasz’s laugh rang in your ear as he answered.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back slightly as your chest rose and fell whilst your heart raced.

“Well I think we should help our (Y/n) here forget about that stupid old boyfriend. What do you think, Victor?” Roman suggested,

“Please.” You were almost shocked that the words left with your breath.

Roman chuckled at the unexpected answer but didn’t waste anytime.

He circled his finger once again at Zsasz and stood back.

Zsasz’s lips brushed against the back of your shoulder causing a shiver to ripple across your body.

He sucked and nipped along your neck as you leant into his body. Your hand automatically reaching up and wrapping around the back of his neck to bring him even closer.

Zsasz kept his hands on your hips, his nails digging into the skin through the thin material of the skirt.

You could feel how hard he was against your ass as he held onto you.

Within minutes, your skin was then enflamed by a different touch.

Roman placed his hands on your waist, above Zsasz’s. He brought the both of you closer as he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot on your cheeks.

“Now that’s a good girl.” Roman purred as he admired how you looked giving into Zsasz’s touch.

Roman guided your hands away from Zsasz and brought them to his own bulge.

Your eyes snapped open to see the lust dark in Roman’s eyes.

You leaned forward, kissing Roman with a desperation.

Zsasz let you move forward, letting you go just to rip the back of your shirt and skirt, leaving you in your underwear.

You rushed to unbuckle Roman’s belt and dug your fingers into his boxers, taking hold of him.

Roman deepened the kiss, hungry for more.

As you went to pull down the man’s pants, he suddenly spun you around.

You gasped at the sudden change but willingly reached towards Zsasz who had slowly started to unbutton his shirt as he watched you and Roman. You finished the job by pulling it down his arms, his lips on yours immediately after.

You moaned into the man’s mouth as his tongue explored yours.

Roman’s hands slithered round your stomach and cupped you, rubbing the wetness of your panties and smirking against your neck.

“Victor.” Roman pulled away, pushing his hair back off his flushed face as he caught his breath.

Zsasz took the hint and kicked off his pants, pawing himself through his boxers as he took your hand and walked slowly backwards towards the bedroom.

Roman poured himself a small glass of whiskey and threw it back as he followed you both.

The minute you stepped inside, Zsasz backed you up against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head as he rubbed himself against you. The delicious friction almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

Roman placed his glass down on the bedside table and the sound seemed to send a signal to Zsasz as he pulled from the wall and pushed you down onto the bed.

You fell back, starring up at the men still stood above you.

Your stomach fluttered as you saw the desire in their eyes and their erect members poking through their boxers.

“She was your pick, boss.” Zsasz looked between you and Roman.

Roman's eyes devoured your body before he joined you on the bed.

His lips fought against yours as you both kneeled up on the mattress.

Zsasz placing himself behind you again.

“Enough.” Roman growled as you pumped his cock with your hand.

He forcefully turned you onto your stomach, your ass facing the man and your face in line with Zsasz’s waist.

“Fuck.” Roman cursed as he slid his tip against your slit, his cock twitching against your wetness.

You exhaled a shaky breath as he pressed himself against your entrance, stretching you out slowly.

“What a naughty little bird.” Zsasz cooed as his hands tangled themselves in your hair, raising your head to look at him.

Zsasz removed his length from his boxers, he wrapped his hand around it and brought his tip to your lips.

“Is the naughty little birdie gonna be a good girl?” He asked as his pre-cum wetting your bottom lip.

You closed your eyes tight as Roman began to pump in and out of you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. He groaned at how tight you were around him.

“Good, Boss?” Zsasz teased his boss’s moans with a thick smirk on his lips.

You took that moment to lick up Zsasz’s tip.

But Zsasz didn’t like teasing.

He thrusted your head forward with his hands in your hair.

You didn't object as you took his member into your mouth.

“Fuu...” Zsasz closed his eyes as you began to suck.

You let pleasure overtake you as Roman picked up his pace, you matched his pace to Zsasz and soon you were all a sweaty, panting mess.

Roman slapped your ass as you pulsed around him and let out a loud growl.

Roman’s thrusts were getting so fast and a rough you had to take Zsasz from your mouth and use your hand.

Roman rolled you over and propped one of your legs up onto his shoulder.

You looked up at Zsasz as he placed a thumb in your mouth, hooking your cheek as you pumped his cock above your face.

Roman grew sloppy as he neared his end and you cursed as you too came undone.

Zsasz finished before Roman, cumming into your mouth as he threw his head back.

It didn’t take long for Roman to spill his seed onto your stomach as he pulled free.

“That’s our dirty girl.” Roman held your chin between his thumb and fingers as he praised you.

Zsasz left and returned with a towel as Roman pulled his pyjama trousers on over his naked half.

“Here.” Roman handed you a yellow pyjamas shirt that seemingly had his face printed on it. “Mr Zsasz please take our little bird to the shower so that she can get cleaned up.”

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ewanfuckingmcgregor · 5 years

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Summary: Victor had eyes for you first, but someone else noticed you as well, so now they have the chance to share you

A/N: I have not seen Birds Of Prey, so if anything is wrong, please forgive me, thank you. im also sorry this took so long to post, i literally didn’t know where this was going, oop x

The first time you step foot into Black Mask club, all eyes were on you. The dress that hugged you nicely made everyone’s mouth water. You were something else.

The second Victor laid eyes on you, his mouth went dry and his cock twitched in his pants. He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he left his eyes follow you around the club while Roman spoke to him. Victor inhaled sharply as he watched you sit down; your dress riding up, exposing your thighs. He parted his lips, letting out a shaky breath. He tried to take his eyes off of you, but he couldn’t.

Roman knew something was up, Roman followed his gaze, his eyes landed on you. Roman smirked, humming softly as he titled his head, his eyes trailing down your body. His tongue darted out and dragged along his bottom lip, grunting softly as he imagined what you felt like wrapped around his thick shaft.

When Victor finally tore his eyes away from you and back to his boss, he felt a ping of jealousy in his chest. Victor gripped the table tightly in his hand as he watched Roman take a final sip of his drink before standing. Victor stood up as well, Roman titled his head, looking at Victor with curiosity. “Victor..” Roman hummed, glancing back at you. “Yes, boss?” Victor said through his gritted teeth. “Go get her” Victor grinned, making his way around the table and straight for you.

You smiled softly, taking a sip of your drink, running your fingers through your hair, you turn to take in your surroundings to see a man coming up to you, you bite down on your bottom lip, letting your eyes rake down his frame, cocking an eyebrow. You stand up as he makes his way towards you, even in your heels, he’s taller than you.

“And you are?” The man asks, humming softly as he connect eyes with you. “Y/N..” You smile at him, he licks his bottom lip, glancing back at Roman who had now sat down, hand on his drink, eyes watching you intensely. Victor hums, his eyes reconnecting with yours, holding his hand out. You down the rest of your drink, taking his hand, letting him lead you towards Roman.

You finally pushed your way through the drunken public, finally standing infront of the table where Roman sat. Roman hums, his hand lifting to rub his gloved fingers along his jawline, his eyes going down your frame, he lifts his finger, twirling it in the air. You smile lightly, slowly turning to form a full circle. Roman’s cock twitches at the sight of your ass, titling his head as you face him again.

“What’s a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He purrs, patting the spot beside him, you gulp down slowly, glancing at Victor who simply nods his head, you move around the table to sit down beside Roman, whose eyes never leave you as you sit. “Oh, uh I was supposed to have a date tonight, but he bailed on the last second and this is such a nice dress that I didn’t want to waste it!” You sigh, fiddling with your fingers, Roman grunts softly, glancing at Victor whose eyes were now burning into your skull. “Ahh, what a fool, leaving such a.. beautiful woman alone”

After a few drinks, Victor had found his way around the table and had sat beside you, you had gotten to know both men over the short amount of time, they both had their flaws, but both were both equally intoxicating as the other. Eventually as the night went on the bar became more quiet and more deserted until there were only a few people left, but both Roman and Victor and you were in your own little bubble, laughing, drinking and having a good time. You were deep in conversation when a man shuffled up to the table, coughing lightly, Roman tore his eyes away from yours, looking at the man up and down “yes?” the man bit his lip, clearly terrified. You hum softly, looking at Victor who just smiled at you.

Roman and the man talked for a few moments, before Roman moved his hand to place it on your exposed thigh. You bite down on your bottom lip, the leather of his gloves dragging along your skin. You gulp down as you watch the man nod and shuffle away, Roman’s eyes reconnecting with yours. “Would you like to come see something... magnificent?” He glanced at Victor, and then back at you, you nodded. Roman stood up, holding his hand out for you to take, you happily take it, letting Roman pull you through the club and up a set of stairs.

You stood infront of the window, humming softly as you look at the skyline “wow.. it’s.. stunning” You say, running your fingers through your hair, you feel someone rest their hands on your hips, pressing themselves against your back, digging their hips directly into your ass, he hums, burying his head into your neck, dragging his nose along your skin, you breathe in slowly “Almost as beautiful as you, pet” Roman hums, moving your hair to the side to press his lips along the nape of your neck.

You sigh softly as you roll your head onto his shoulder as he grinds his hips against your ass, his lips sucking small bruises along your neck, causing you to whimper. You let your eyes close momentarily, opening them to see Victor standing infront of you. Victor raises his hand, dragging his fingers along your side, you press your lips together, looking up at him. He hums softly, leaning his head down to press his lips against yours, swatting one of Roman’s hands away to rest on your hip.Victor pulls you flush against his chest as he lets his tongue push into your mouth, you groan softly, parting your lips, welcoming him into your mouth.

Roman smirks against your skin as he raises his hand to unzip your dress, you shrug your shoulders letting it fall off of your body. Roman hums softly as his drags his tongue along your skin, he slowly slides his hand down your stomach to cup your sex in his hand, causing your hips to stutter. Roman lets out a deep chuckle, opening his eyes, watching as Victor pulls away “how is she, boss?” Victor hums, lifting his hand to drag it through your hair, tugging on it softly. “Very, very.. ready” Roman grins, grinding his hips hard against your ass, causing you to whimper. “P-please” You whimper, Roman flashes Victor a wicked smirk, pulling away from you to start to undo his suit jacket, taking it off and placing it on a chair. Victor hums, letting his eyes go down your frame as he undoes his belt.

Roman turns you around, cupping your face, bringing your face to his, kissing you hard and rough. You whimper loudly as you melt into his touch, Victor comes up behind you, digging his hips into your ass like Roman did, letting his hand wonder down to slide into your panties, sliding his middle and pointer finger along your folds, making your hips stutter, moaning lightly as he finds your clit, starting to rub small circles. Roman growls as he bites down on your bottom lip, pulling away to start to undo his trousers, watching intensely as he slides his hand into your underwear, gripping his length as Victor slides a finger into you, you throw your head back; resting against his shoulder, letting out a soft moan.

Roman breathes out of his nose, tilting his head , starting to pump his cock. Victor lifts his freehand, undoing your bra, pulling it off of your body, stepping away slowly, placing his finger in his mouth, humming softly. “Well?” Roman asks, smirking at Victor “It’s good.. really good” Victor sighs, Roman bites his bottom lip, letting his trousers fall, kicking them away, holding his hand out for you to take. You press your lips together, taking his hand. He leads you over to the couch

You walk with Roman, stopping at the couch you slowly slide your panties down your legs, sitting on the couch, looking up at the now, both naked men infront of you. “Would you like the honors, boss?” Victor hums, glancing at the older man, Roman nods, helping you lay down, settling between your legs, you spread your legs, welcoming Roman against your body. Victor stands beside our head, grabbing his cock, looking down at you, you connect eyes as you feel Roman enter you, you gasp loudly, moaning shortly after.

Roman groans softly, cursing under his breath “so fucking tight” You whimper loudly, spreading your legs further, causing him to go deeper, Roman drops his hands to dig his fingers into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises. Humming softly, Victor nudges the tip of his cock against your lips, you part your lips, your eyes never leaving his as Victor’s shaft drags along your tongue; entering your warm mouth.

Victor groans loudly, pushing forward to take Victor’s cock into your mouth and down halfway down your throat, You choke when you feel Roman pull back and thrust his hips up as hard as he could. You whimper loudly as you let your eyes close, starting to bob your head in time with Roman’s thrusts. Victor moans softly, tangling one of his hands into your hair, tugging on the roots as he pushes your head down, making you take his cock in further.

“That’s a good girl” Roman praises, his eyes never leaving your mouth as he watches Victor’s cock enters your mouth, Roman bites down on his bottom lip's as he feels you clench around him, making his hips stutter and his breath become uneven. You pull away, breathing softy as you clench around Roman’s cock again, lifting your hand to wrap tightly around Victor’s shaft, pumping it in time with Roman’s thrusts.

You let your head fall back, letting pleasure take over your body as Roman continues to thrust up harder and harder into you, Victor’s cock twitches in your hand at the sight, he parts his lips, groaning loudly, letting his head drop back. Roman’s hands slide up your frame, cupping your breasts in his large hands, rubbing his thumb over your harden nipples. You lick your bottom lip, whimpering loudly as your thighs start to shake, Roman lets out a deep chuckle, letting one of his hands drop to press directly against your clit, rubbing messy quick circles, this sends you over the edge, you moan loudly cumming on Roman’s cock and fingers.

Roman groans loudly “holy fuck” His hips stutter and his hips come to a stop as he cums inside of you, you whimper loudly, lifting your head up to take Victor’s cock directly down your throat, you gag but you keep going. Victor hums softly, thrusting his hips up a few times, before cumming down your throat, you hum softly, pulling away and wiping your lips, looking at Roman, whose eyes were already on you; head tilted. “That’s a good girl.. Our, good girl”

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queenofgotham800 · 4 years

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Hi! Can you do a Victor Zsasz x reader Fluff? Thanks 😊😚

Off-Duty

(Victor Zsasz x Reader)

Warnings: Grammatical Errors, Swearing

Summary: Victor would like to spend some time with (Y/n), but with his boss, (who by the way doesn't know that Victor is dating someone) is taking a day off really complicated.

(A/n): Hi, yes of course! Thank you for the request, I hope you'll like it.

Club was loud like always, when Victor pushed through the dancing crowd, walking behind to the big booth in which was his boss sitting surrounded by guests.

He leaned forward so Roman could hear him through the loud music.

"Boss, would you mind if I went home sooner?" Victor asked. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you.

"Where are you rushing?" Roman laughed and drank another glass of tequila.

"Home... I have to... Feed the cats," Victor mumbled.

"You have cats?" Roman asked and Victor nodded. It was easy to lie to Roman when he was drunk, because he quickly forgot all those talks.

On the other side, it meant that Victor should look after him in this state. You never know if somebody doesn't hide a weapon in their suit or gun under their dress.

Victor was the only one, besides bodyguards and Roman who could carry a gun or any weapon in the club, he prefered knife.

"Wait..." Roman walked out of the booth to face Victor.

"Yes?"

"I'll let you go... If you... Let's say... Can get some lady dance before me," Roman smiled. Either way Roman was too drunk, or he was just playing games like always.

"Boss, that's not much fair since everyone knows you here," Victor mumbled.

"Well..." Roman looked around the club, looking for new faces. Suddenly he noticed one girl sitting in the booth at the end of the club, alone. She was looking at her phone, dressed in pretty normal clothes. She certainly wasn't here for clubbing and fun.

"She's new, she doesn't know me. Let's say that who can pull her on the dance floor can do whatever they want next... Whole week!" Roman said, pointing at the girl. Victor's eyes widened from fear, because he already knew you very well.

"I... Okay," he nodded.

"I'll go first," Roman smirked and made his way to the booth. Victor saw you smiling and talking to Roman. You were kind and polite to everyone. At least, you tried, that was one thing that Victor loved about you.

When Roman pointed at the dance floor you shaked head and said that you were waiting for someone. At least that was what Victor thought you said, because Roman walked out of the booth disappointed.

"Your turn," he mumbled angrily. For one second, Victor really thought it would be better to keep you safe from Roman. But spending a whole one week with you, that was a dream vacation for him.

He walked to your booth, sitting slowly on the other side of the table.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" he asked. Roman was probably watching, so he had to approach you slowly.

"Vic?" your eyes slowly found a way from phone to Victor, "I just thought that if you can't come over, I'll come over, just for five minutes, just to see you..."

You wanted to grab his hand, but Victor pulled away from you.

"Listen, my boss is watching. He... Made some kind of challenge or game... He doesn't know who you are," Victor said.

"I know," you smiled, "He was here like ten seconds ago."

"He proposed that if I make you dance with me, then I can do whatever I want next week," Victor whispered.

"That sounds great," you smirked and Victor offered you his hand. You accepted it and walked together with him on the dance floor. You two were dancing and having fun, until Roman didn't approach Victor.

"You have a week off, but the next one, you'll be here on time. Mrs. D want's the gold that we stole last night and I need a fucking reliable bodyguard. So better be here, or else I'll find a replacement," Roman whispered, his eyes were not leaving you.

"We can go, c'mon," Victor turned to you quickly and walked together with you out of the club.

"So... We have a week to spend together. What you want to do?" Victor asked you.

"I wasn't expecting that you were free for one whole week, we could go home... Or to the restaurant... Tomorrow we could... Perhaps go to the park or just out," you smiled.

"Yeah, I would like that," he smiled, "Which restaurant?"

"You know that one where we met at first?"

"The Heaven on plate restaurant?" Victor asked.

It was one nice day, years back, when Roman and Victor visited that restaurant to meet Falcone. You were doing a waitress there, for their table. That was when Victor first saw you. He never kept an eye on girls around, but there was something up with you. After work, when he didn't have to babysit his boss, he went into that restaurant again, just when they were closing at 9pm and talked with you.

After that, whenever he had time, he invited you on little dates in the park.

"Yeah," you nodded with blush.

"I am actually surprised that Roman doesn't remember you," Victor said.

"Those are years that we saw each other the last time," you rolled eyes, "Of course he doesn't remember," you said, but then laughed, because Victor was actually complimenting you, "Well, thanks!"

"You know what? Maybe we should go just home, we have one week we can do whatever we want," Victor was suddenly nervous.

"You are afraid that they won't let you in the restaurant with the knife and guns?" you asked.

"Well, yeah," Victor lifted his eyebrows.

"Look, you can always tell them that you are Roman's henchman," you joked.

Victor laughed and pulled you into a small kiss.

"I missed you (Y/n)."

"I missed you too Vic."

"Oh, I nearly forgot," you said, pulling away from him, "check your pocket," you winked at him.

"Don't tell me you started pickpocketing," Victor smirked and put his hand in his coat. He pulled out one ticket. You held the other one with excitement on your face.

"What are we watching?"

"I know that romantical movies are not your thing, mine neither. It's some Horror movie, or maybe action, I'm not so sure," you smiled, "We can drop weapons home and we'll be there just in time."

Victor smiled and put his hand on your back as you walked with him through the Gotham streets. Sun was disappearing behind tall skyscrapers.

"Wait, did you say weapons?"

"Do you think I would go to the club unarmed?" you smirked.

"But... What about bodyguards? And how did you know that I'll be free today?" Victor tilted his head.

"Bodyguards don't do their work like they should... It's called hidden pocket in coat love," you smiled, "I don't know, I guess that I was just lucky."

"How did you?"

"I have one friend who works there, she managed to... Well, how to put it. Get your boss drunk?"

"No you didn't..." Victor laughed.

"Yes I did," you smiled and watched how Victor unlocked doors. You walked through them and ran up stairs to the small place that you both had. You put the gun in Victor's weapon stand and walked around him.

"You borrowed my gun?"

"Yep," you smiled and took his hand pulling him away, "Shall we go?"

"Maybe we should get really some cats," you smirked when you came across the pet shop.

"Yeah, maybe we should... Wait a moment," Victor turned to you and you gave him a quick peck on his lips.

Cinema was full of people already, but you had your seat next to Victor and that was all you needed for today. You put your head on his shoulder, you could easily fall asleep like that. On his shoulder... And the dark that was in cinema wasn't really helping you with keeping yourself awake.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Painful screaming cut your ears. You flinched, realizing you fallen asleep. The scream came from the movie, thankfully. Well, this is Gotham, you never know...

"Babe, you fell asleep?" Victor snorted.

"Yeah... Probably," you mumbled, tiredly looking on the big screen.

"I'm gonna tell you later what happened," Victor said and kissed you on top of your head.

"I love you," you whispered, because you noticed that few people were giving you ugly glares.

"I love you too," Victor said and kissed you again.

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inosuketingz · 4 years

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the sheets are stained with blood [p.4]

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE [ PART FOUR ] Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: language, violence, blood and BOP spoilers Word Count: 1687 Tag: @itsknife2meetu @yourlocalghoul @im-just-one-of-the-avengers @fillechatoyante A/N: im sososoosossososos sorry this took so damn long I promise u guys my reasoning wasn’t too bad, i just got busy with school and then right after became really unmotivated w/ the blm movement. as a black woman, it has always affected me a lot and i really couldn’t stop stressing over it for weeks. of course im still stressed over the protests and stuff, but i did want to get back to writing. if it makes you guys feel any better, you guys are getting your guts rearranged in the next part.

“Holy shit!” You yell the minute the quarrel crashes into he window. It lands only inches away from your face, too short to reach it. And whoever shot the arrow knows that. They aren’t trying to kill you. They only want your attention.

“Since when did Hyunwoo have shooters?” You ask. For the most part, you know Hyunwoo was a very independent person when it came to the shady business he dabbled in. He was never the type to have any guard dogs.

Victor shakes his head, forcing his car door open at a frantic speed. “They’re not with him.”

You narrow your eyes, searching for anything in the distance. There’s a flash of purple within the trees next to Hyunwoo’s house and you look over to Zsasz. He’s standing in the open, a grim look on his face.

“Zsasz, get back in the fucking car before you get shot in the forehead!” You bark your order.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he replies and you sigh in annoyance, slamming your head back into your seat’s headrest. Dealing with him was like dealing with a four year old. You reach into your pocket for the Blood Pendant. If he won’t do what you say voluntarily, you’ll just have to force him. But, when you dig through the fabric, you realize it’s gone.

You glance toward him and see the silver chain hanging out of the back pocket of his cargo pants. That sneaky asshole. You didn’t even notice when he managed to snag it off you.

“Victor Zsasz!” A feminine voice calls out. It echoes around you and you have no clue where to look. You slip out of the car, mentally readying yourself for any of the spells you can conjure.

Zsasz looks even angrier now, his face is painted red with fury.

“Get back in the car!” You try to advise him. You have no clue why you’re so concerned with his safety.

“No, I want to kill these bitches by myself.” He pulls his token knife from his pocket, the one you’ve seen referenced all over the news with his murders.

As he toys with the sharp edge of the blade, you sigh. “No offense, but I don’t think your tiny ass knife stands a chance against a bitch with a crossbow.”

Behind you two, there is a soft crunch of leaves as someone takes a step closer. Like partners in a waltz, you and Victor whirl around. His grip on the knife’s handle grows tighter and you can feel your power tingling at your fingertips.

“Hi, Zsasz.” The two of you face a young black woman, her blonde hair styled in loose locs. You can’t help but notice how pretty she is, despite the cocky grin on her face indicating she wouldn’t hesitate knocking the both of you out cold. “Since when did you start working with the Night Hex?”

“We’re not working together,” You shoot back. “Which is why I think it’s in our best interest that I leave, and let you two hash it out.” You begin to take a step back, ready to bolt out of sigh, when you feel a cold metal against your neck. It’s something sharp, and you hiss as it slightly stabs into your skin.

“Yeah I don’t think so,” A feminine voice behind you says. You look over your shoulder and see her standing there with a crossbow in her hand. She nudges the crossbow closer to your face and you flinch back. “Consider yourself guilty by association.”

Another woman approaches you and you roll your eyes. “God, there’s more of you?”

“Yes. And it looks like you guys are outnumbered.” She mocks you, her inner-city accent evident.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. These are those Birds of Prey chicks aren’t they? And you remember hearing somebody say they had something to do with Roman Sionis’s death. That’s why Victor looks so pissed.

This isn’t fair. You came to Gotham to relax, and stir away from any of those fuckers in spandex that swear they’re vigilanties. But of course the second you decide to make some hard-earned money, you suddenly have these little birds on your ass.

The one with the crossbow sidewalks to stand in front of the pair of you and turns slightly to aim the weapon at Zsasz. “You’re supposed to be dead,” she tells him flatly. The other two birds step back, seemingly to let her at him. Your mind flashes back to the ugly scar on Victor’s neck. It’s shaped perfectly for a crossbow. Whatever Victor had with these women, it seems to be about more than just his dead boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be dead, like the rest of those sons of bitches,” she insists. Her voice cracks as she says this, and her eyes grow wet.

“And yet, I’m not.” Zsasz practically growls. The words came from deep within his chest. His rough hands twirl the knife between his fingers, anticipating what is to come.

The air is thick with tension, and you are standing in the midst of it all. Times like this are when you especially become grateful for your witchcraft.

A beat passes before Zsasz lashes. He raises the knife, aiming for her face. It’s almost like time slows down for you as you notice the woman’s finger reach for the trigger. You rush to latch onto Victor’s empty hand and close your eyes, picturing your small apartment in as vivid detail as possible. You whisper in Hebrew a teleportation spell you learned in Israel that translates to “Bring me there.”

It hardly ever works. Time after time you’ve tried to disappear mid-fight with Wonder Woman, only for you to remain where you are and get her fist in your face. The fact that you’re trying to do it with two people is insane, and you would’ve called yourself an idiot for even considering it any other time. However, for some odd reason, you can’t fathom this encounter ending with a bow down Victor’s throat.

You’re not sure if you managed it or not until you hear Victor mutter “What the fuck?” and you hear the hum from your studio’s A/C kicking on. You let out an audible sigh of relief and let go of Zsasz’s hand. Your moment of relaxation is cut short when he shoves his hard hands against your shoulders, causing you to stumble back. Out of instinct, you step forward and swing your fist at him, but he ducks back.

“What the fuck did you do!?” He yells so loud that you’re sure the entire floor hears him. “I was going to fucking kill her! Are you stupid?”

It takes you a minute to process his words. You just saved his life and he has the nerve to be mad at you? “Are you stupid?” You echo, your voice even louder than his. “She was holding a fucking crossbow, dumbass! She would have killed you long before you could even lay a hand on her! You should be thanking me, you piece of shit!”

He brings his knife to your neck and you clench your teeth, expecting him to bark some new insults your way. Instead, he swallows down and digs his hand into your pocket to take out the keys. “I’m taking these to Hernando myself. Do whatever the fuck you want.” And with that, he turns to the door to leave.

But you’re not going to let this argument go down so easily. With his back now turned to you, you push him, and he stumbles a bit. “And when you’re done with that, leave me the fuck alone! Stay as far away from me as possible, and deal with the bounty the Birds of Prey have on you by yourself!”

He stares at you from over his shoulder as you wait for an answer. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you hype yourself up for a fight with him, but Zsasz already looks like he’s calmed down. “Go drink some water, you look like you’re gonna pop a vein.” And then he turns and leaves.

Your face twists as your door slams shuts, the million words you wanted to throw at him still tingling at your tongue.

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Hot water hits your back and you yawn. It took you an hour to finally calm down, but when you did you ordered some pizza and watched TV for the rest of the day. You aren’t too sure how long Hernando wants you to work on this expedition with him, but when it’s all over you’ve decided you're ditching Gotham.

The first few months here have been peaceful, sure, but too many dangerous people know that you’re here. Your little vacation spot has been ruined. So, you’ll probably head somewhere else, like Orlando or Los Angeles. Maybe you’d move to a small town without any crime-fighting heroes, and live out your Hallmark-movie romantic fantasy after all.

Whichever it’ll be, you’re sure it’s not anywhere near this city. Or Boston, either.

You scrub your body with a soapy loofah to make sure all the dirt is off your body. After a few more minutes you finally turn the water off and pull a towel over your body. Something about Victor Zsasz drains the energy out of you. After all your encounters with him, you remember always feeling beyond tired by the end of it.

Whatever it is, it’ll be gone once you leave Gotham.

You lotion yourself and apply your facial creams, pulling on your panties and an oversized shirt you sleep in in the process, all before slipping into your bedroom.

Your room is oddly quiet, the hum of the TV you normally keep on muted and your fan turned off. You flip on the light switch and freeze at the sight before you.

Victor Zsasz waits for you at the end of your bed. The sheets are stained with blood and you can practically smell the reek of death coming from him. He looks at you with those fake innocent eyes as he says a soft, “Hey.”

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redspaceace-writes · 5 years

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Paycheck - (Roman Sionis x Reader)

Request: Hi I love ur blog and ur Roman story is a masterpiece!!!!I have a Roman Sionis request for u!!!!Could u maybe do a Roman Sionis that falls madly in at first sight with victor’s little sister!!!plz?? Thx

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 974

Warnings: Mention of past murder, awkward Victor, love-driven Roman

Tags (open):

Roman Sionis: @darling-i-read-it @stardancerluv @onebatch--twobatch

Forever: @starwarsprequelfangirl

NOT MY GIF! CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER!

“Victor! Where are we going?” you shout at your brother. He hadn’t told you he wanted you to climb in the car, but you obeyed. Now, you’re driving through dark alleys and busy streets at a reckless speed. Victor also hadn’t pulled the top over the car before you left so the wind whistled past your ears deafeningly. That was the reason for your raise in volume.

“I’m taking you to see my boss,” Victor yells. “I told him about you and your skills. He’s intrigued to meet you.” You and Victor grew up in a life that required you to learn self-defense. Your parents weren’t the best people, often getting mixed up with the wrong groups. At a young age, you actually ended up killing someone. If you hadn’t, there’s a good chance you wouldn’t be alive today. Over the years, Victor had done some pretty violent things. For example, he helped murder an entire family over a diamond. To your knowledge, he feels no remorse about it to this day. For Victor, it’s a pleasure thing. You are in a similar boat. You’re willing to do what’s asked of you as long as it pays well. Owning expensive items and living lavishly is what you desire most.

The car slows and stops outside a building called The Black Mask. Victor hops out of the vehicle and you follow behind him. He opens the door and allows you to walk in first. The second you step inside, your eyes adjust to the vibrant red of the club. It seems to engulf you. The walls, the stairs leading up to the main stage, the booths, the lighting: everything is doused in this alluring color. Whoever owned this establishment was someone you were suddenly very anxious to meet.

Victor leads you up a spiral staircase hidden by the stage. An empty hallway with one door at the very end greets your arrival to the second floor. You reach the door and Victor knocks before pushing it open. Once again, your surroundings astound you. Every object in this living space looks to be rather extravagant. You can’t help but gape in awe. You notice you’ve fallen behind and quicken your pace behind Victor. He stops near a corner of the room where a man sits on a sofa. Your eyes meet his and you immediately feel nervous. He gets up and saunters towards you, the robe he wears swishing with each step. When he speaks, your legs turn to jelly.

“Victor, would you care to introduce us?” the handsome man asks. Victor stares at how close you two are. He can tell a mutual attraction has already formed.

“Y/N,” your brother begins. “This is my boss, Roman Sionis. Boss, this is my sibling, Y/N.” Roman smiles as he learns your name.

“Y/N…” he trails off. “It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.” He grasps both of your hands in his and kisses your knuckles. Roman’s touch sends chills down your spine. He pulls away, never breaking eye contact with you. As you gaze into his blue pools, you notice a hint of lust and…love? The latter surprises you. You’d only just met. How could this guy have already fallen for you? You suppose it’s possible considering you can’t deny your attraction for him at first glance.

The moment is briefly interrupted as Victor clears his throat. He announces he will wait downstairs and promptly exits. You listen to his footsteps fade away and you smile at Roman, heat spreading through your cheeks.

“So…” you start. “I’m guessing you own the club downstairs?” He steps away from you and reaches for his glass on the table in front of where he was previously seated.

“Yes,” he answers. “What do you think of it?” Roman walks across the room and opens a cabinet, pulling out a glass tumbler filled with booze.

“I love it,” you gush. “The atmosphere draws you in and the mood makes you never want to leave. Don’t even get me started on the physical aspect.” Roman chuckles, turning around to face you, holding two glasses.

“Oh? And why is that?” he questions curiously, walking back to you. He gives you one of the beverages. You thank him.

“I have a particularly expensive taste, Mr. Sionis. And your nightclub fits the bill,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. Roman bites his lip at your formal title for him.

“I’m glad it’s to your liking. Now,” he starts. “Let’s talk business.” From what he’s heard about you from Victor, he’s eager to see you in action.

“Okay,” you clear your throat. “How well does this job pay?” Roman can’t help but laugh at your question.

“That depends on your abilities,” he says. “Why don’t you show me what you can do?” You nod and hand him your drink. You reach for the interior of your leather jacket and pull out a throwing knife. You search for a target and choose one of the heads decorating the place. You bring your arm up and above your head, breathing deeply. Then, you throw the weapon, watching it puncture the right eye socket of the face.

Roman almost drops your glasses in awe. He had obtained that object from a village. Normally, he would drone on about how prized it was, but all he could think about was you. He swears he just fell deeper into the pit of feelings he’s developed for you. You walk back to him, a proud smile placed upon your face.

“How was that?” you ask. “Am I qualified for the job and pay?”

“Oh, Y/N, you are over-qualified. At this point, you can have as much money as you want,” Roman oozes. The smile you had only grew knowing you had officially won the heart of one Roman Sionis.

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Posted: February 22, 2020

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Early Days with Roman

Part 4

Summary: When you date Roman Sionis, girls night are not typical.

Warning: sex against a desk.

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One week later

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You were checking your reflection in the mirror. You had slipped into a beautiful maroon dress, that Roman left out for you. He knew how you had been looking forward to this girls night out. With it was a black and gold shimmery scarf and a little card that you just noticed. Reading, it you smiled...You should look like the rose you are among your friends.

Never would you have a dress like it before, but being Roman’s girl your confidence was through the roof. Grabbing, and sliding the scarf around your shoulders you smiled. It made you feel a little less exposed. He empowered you in ways, you had never felt before.

These last few weeks had changed everything in your life. It almost didn’t feel like your life. Now, finally you were going to share him with them. Well, to be fair he wanted you to have the girls night you needed, but he would come over and you’d introduce him to them.

Balancing, yourself you slipped on one heel and then the other.

“Hi there baby.” Turning, you smiled to see Roman behind you. “Come here.” He spread out his arms, happily you went to him. You melted against his solid frame. “I picked a good dress, and this and this scarf is a perfect final touch.”

“You did.”

“You are a knock out.” He brought his hand up and held your cheek. “Babygirl, if there is anything you or ladies want just ask. More champagne, appetizers I prepped everyone downstairs saying you were having a girls night.”

“Roman..”

He put a finger to your lips. “Hush, that’s how I take care of my girl.” You kissed it.

“Thank you.”

“Now, when you want me to come to say hello.” He shrugged. “Grab me.”

“If you are in a meeting?”

“Fuck them. I am not meeting anyone important tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Baby, do you have something for me?”

You looked around. He tightened his grip so there was no real space between you two. He smirked. “Kiss me baby.”

“Oh, yes!” You kissed him them. You squealed when his gloved hand drifted under the dress and squeezed your ass. “You are so bad.” You said against his lips, before he drew you into a deeper kiss.

*****

It was so good to be out with your friends. The cocktails were being enjoyed and some tasty appetizers had been brought over.

“You look so good, Y/N.” one friend remarked.

You beamed. “Well, work has been great along with my boyfriend.”

Jessica, smiled as she looked around. “I think the last time we were all here it was my birthday. “

You nodded, “I think you’re right. At least its not raining tonight.”

Rebecca, beamed at you. “When will Mr. Wonderful get here? I need to meet the man who has made you glow.”

Stacey, held up a glass. “To us girls!” You all clinked glasses.

You watched as friends’ all managed to glance at you. As you noticed that, you felt two gloved hands come rested gently on your shoulders. Turning, you looked up and smiled.

“Hello ladies.” Roman smiled brightly at all of your friends. Gently, you scooted in and he came to sit beside you, putting his martini in front of him.

Easy conversion flowed between all of you. “Is everyone happy? Anything needed?” Under the table, he squeezed your thigh. You would have squeezed his hand but his hand left your thigh as he grabbed his drink and took a sip.

“I must be off, I have a meeting. You also don’t need a man intruding on your girls’ night.” He chuckled, then his blue eyes all alit met your eyes. “I’ll see you later, tonight.”

He was a fair distance away when a hush came over the table.

“Y/N,” one hissed. “No wonder why you wanted to be here.” A cynical expression washed over her face but then she smiled. “You will have to tell is how it came about.”

“It was simple, he hired me. And well we hit it off.”

Rebecca, giggle before sipping at her cocktail. “A dream come true for you.” She was the only who knew more of your crush on him the your other friends.

Your heart thudded hard, remembered how you had been handcuffed not too far from where you were actually sitting. You nodded at first not able to form the right words because you also remembered the passion that came over the two of you. “Yes, quite.” You finished you drink.

“Oh, Y/N you are blushing. You are dating the most famous bachelor outside of Bruce Wayne, you have done good.” Jessica happily said with a hint of jealously. Which actually surprised you, since when it came to men she always wanted anyone that any of you had.

“Thank you. I am going to grab another drink. Anyone else?” They all shook their head no.

*****

His blood pounded hard and fast. He could taste his anger. “Zsasz?” He saw that had followed close on his heals.

“Yes, boss?”

“No one humiliates me like that. Find him, in two days bring him to the docks alive, and call me.”

“Sure thing.” A beat based between them. “Will we have fun?”

One edge of his lips twitched upward. “Yes.”

As he rounded the corner that led back into the club, he pulled his gloves a little tighter onto his hands. He saw you standing by the bar. He came over, letting his hand drag over your lower back as he wrapped his arm around your middle.

He leaned close to your hear, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of you filled his nose. All dancing you and the girls had done made the perfume you bad spritz on fade away and your sweet scent was much better. “Tell me baby, did you order just a drink for yourself or the others too?”

He loved how delicately you turned your head. “Just for myself.”

He gestured with his hand. “Charlie, have her drink brought back to the table.” He pressed his lips together. He needed to buy a moment of distraction. “And bring a round of the sparkly sangria.”

“Sparkly sangria?” You echoed.

“Yes. It’s fun.” He leaned in close. “You’re coming with me.”

“Ok.” The nervous, twinge he heard in your voice further excited him.

He led you to his office, he unlocked it. After leading in you he locked the door. Flipping on the switch only muted like came on.

“I couldn’t wait till tonight to see you.”

“You just saw me.”

“Oh baby. That’s not how I meant.”

You gave a small nod, then your eyes grew as you looked at him as closed the distance. “But..but Roman...”

“Don’t you belong to me?”

“Yes.”

He let his gloved fingertips graze your bare arms. You made a soft sound that made him bard. With how he was feeling, he needed all of you. “Right now I need, what belongs to me.”

“Oh.” He watched as you swallow as you trembled. Stepping backwards from him, clouds of disappointment began to fill him. Perhaps, he should have grabbed a bimbo to satisfy this itch. While back with his knife had been fantastic but maybe this was too much.

His thoughts stopped as he watched you. His breath caught in his throat as your hands traveled to the hem of your dress. Pulling it off you laid it down.

You walked back to him then, a demure smile curled those lips as you laid hands gently on his chest. “How do you need me daddy?” Hardening, he was realizing he had been wrong. You just moved at your own pace and it made him hard. Grabbing, your hands his thumbs grazed the back of your hands.

“Go and lean against my desk.”

Watching, you move was a delight all of its own. No bra, only your soft panties and heels.

He went over where you leaned and kissed you. There was no gentleness. Just his need. He could taste the sweet cocktails you had.

Breaking, the kiss he turned you around making you gasp. “Hold onto the edges baby.”

He bit his lip harder as he dragged a hand down the gentle curve of your back. He grabbed your panties and tore them down so they fell at your feet.

“Open for me.” He demanded. You could hear you inhale. Reaching around he cupped you, gasped himself when he felt how wet you were. “Mine.” He hissed. He rubbed you a little loving how you, began to moan and move against him. “You like belong, to me don’t you?”

Your voice was soft, the room swallowed your voice.

He stopped inciting a whimper, which was loud enough. He smirked. “I can’t hear you.”

“I do.” You panted out, as he bang to move his fingers again.

With his free hand he brushed some hair from your ear. “I do what baby?”

“I like belonging to you!” A loud moan poured from your lips.

“Good.” He nibbled on your throat, enough for you to feel but not enough to leave a mark right then. He reached between them and freed himself of his slacks. Looking, he slid himself to your opening, you were delightfully wet. There was so no resistance.

He teased a little then with a move of his hips, he entered you. “Baby.” He moaned. You felt amazing from this angle. He also loved how you pushed back to take more of him in. He laid his gloved hands on your hips. Easily, he moved in and out of you.

Moaning, he reached and laid his hands over yours. He did not mind when you let your fingers interlace with his has he held you two in place. If anything it made him move harder. It was not long before you shook against him.

“Are you close?” He managed to breath out.

Your whimper twisted on your lips. “Yes.”

Let moved from holding one your hands till he could touch your wet softness again, he loved jolt it sent through your body.

“Want daddy to let you cum?” His hard pounded hard against his chest.

“Yes, yes please daddy.” You pleaded.

“Then cum for daddy.” As he increased the movements of his fingers and how he moved in and out of you, enjoyed the abandon your body moved in. Almost made him cum himself. But he wanted you to feel that so bit his bottom lip and waited.

You whimpered, and arched against against him and came hard. He could feel as gripped you all over. He held you to him, not letting your wilt too much from cumming and he moved hard within you. Finding you mouth, you shared a passionate kiss. He only broke it as he finally came himself, deep within you.

A little later as the pleasure subsided he found himself partially over you as the two of you panted half laying over his desk. “Baby.” He said softly, before kissing your shoulder and standing up. Damn, you looked so good sprawled like that. He tucked himself away.

“Get back up baby. Your friends are waiting for you.”

“Oh! You became flustered.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you close meeting your eyes. Normally, he was sentimental but something about you continued to pull on his heart strings.

“I am glad you are mine.”

You smiled. “I am too but I better get out there.”

You watched then as you fluttered about and pulled on your dress and ran a few fingers through your hair. “Do I look ok?”

“Do you mean like I just took what was mine?” He could not repress how smug he felt, it only grew stronger as you flushed the color of the dress. “No, you look fine.”

“Good.” You made quick work of the lock. You turned and gave him a smile. “I’ll see you out there.”

“You will.”

He reached down and picked up your forgotten panties and put them into his pocket.

Now, this was a girl he could call his own, he mused.

******

Your blood was bumping, you body still felt like it was on pins and needles. How you walked back to your friends was a marvel. Between your legs still pulsed heavily from what he did to you as you slid back into the booth. That’s when it dawned on you that you had forgotten your panties.

“Are you ok?” Where have you been? He delivered an extraordinary drink to us....a sparkling sangria!” Jessica exclaimed.

You tucked some hair behind your ear. “He wanted me to meet the man he was meeting with.”

“Oh?” Rebecca rose an eyebrow.

“Yeah, maybe I can design something for him.” Trying to calm your breathing, you drank half of your new drink.

“A top designer of Gotham’s work is never done.”

You giggled and tossed your head back. “So true!” You looked at your friends, why don’t we go out there and dance?”

Everyone, happily agreed and headed to the dance floor. The music, Dinah was really on point you mused. You could tell your friends were in good spirits. It was a good night.

You let the music take you over as you danced. You were feeling fantastic. Your friends were happy and Roman, was amazing. He left you breathless.

“Baby, dance with me?”

Turning, you happily to the voice that made your heart bear faster.

“I would love to.”

He pulled you close, soon your moving and all of the club..the people melted away and it felt like it was just the two of you. You looked how the shadow of his his growth just grazed your cheek as the two of your swayed to the music.

“Baby.” He whispered in your ear.

You pulled back to look at him, loving his mischievous smile.

“I have your panties in my pocket.”

You gave him an equally playful smile. “I know why you ordered the sparkly sangria.

He pulled you close, he chuckled softly. “That’s my girl. He whispered as he held you close swaying to the beat.

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pinkiepiebones · 3 years

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please infodump on zsasz

literally any and every thought youve got on him would be amazing

i love how you write zsasz !!!!

And I love you for loving my writing!! As for an infodump where to start hhhhh

-Zsasz’s first appearance was in Shadow of the Bat #1 published in July 1992

-He was created by writer Alan Grant and artist Norm Breyfogle (RIP)

-Grant chose the last name ‘Zsasz’ because he randomly saw the name on a book in the library

-Zsasz was created to be Gotham’s Hannibal Lecter- An incredibly deadly, dangerous, cunning, intelligent monster in a human costume… minus the cannibalism, of course.

-Zsasz was first drawn with black scalera and white irises in Shadow of the Bat #4, when Batman grabs him by the back of the neck and pointedly tells Dr. Arkham, “THIS is madness!” This depiction, the opposite of how eyes look, was meant to represent Zsasz’s utter detachment from and lack of humanity. Over the years this depiction “evolved” into fucking Kamina shades because, hell, it was the 90s, I guess.

Zsasz’s backstory has been told two times that I care to recall*- once in the 1996 short story “The First Cut is the Deepest,” and in Rocksteady’s 2013 Arkham City game. In both of these instances, Zsasz is the one telling the story, which has always made me wonder just how truthful it is. Zsasz has no motive to lie or omit or exaggerate, but I’ve still felt like we don’t have the whole story of his fall as Victor and his rise as Zsasz. IF ONLY THE COWARDS AT DC WOULD WRITE A FUCKING YEAR ONE FOR HIM… (totally typed that as ‘for me’ at first….)

Danny Jacobs, the voice actor for Zsasz in the Arkham games, also voiced King Julien in the Penguins of Madagascar series.

I personally headcanon Zsasz as in his early 40s with anywhere from 200-300 kills

Zsasz started killing sometime after the age of 25- that was when his parents died in a completely normal and not at all suspicious as fuck boating accident. At that age, Victor had already graduated magna cum laude with a degree in business and started his own empire, amassing a small personal fortune. The death of his parents gave him a huge inheiritance on top of that; the immense depression that followed their deaths directed him to gambling (and, one can imagine, other vices), and within an unspecified amount of time (a year? Two?), he lost every dollar he had.

Victor Zsasz is canonically the only rogue who can successfully sneak up on Batman

Zsasz has absolutely no MO beyond “is this person alive?” He kills regardless of gender, age, race, etc. Diversity win! This serial killer kills everyonr equally!

In his debut, Zsasz was depicted as a patient far too dangerous to be allowed to walk free. He had a collar to which three guards would attach guidance poles to manuever him around. Zsasz was depicted as not even being allowed to have soap to wash his hands, nor being allowed to feed himself- “After what you did to that last orderly? He’ll never walk again!”

Due to the extreme nature of his confinement, Zsasz practices isometric exercises to stay in peak physical condition

I have been writing about Zsasz for maybe a decade now and DC continue to coward out when it comes to the rich potential Zsasz brings. I mean, he’s such a perfect g-ddamned foil for Batman! Both rich kids, from Gotham dynasties, both severely psychologically impacted by the sudden loss of parents, one young and with support, one an adult and with seemingly no one… Like, if the ages were different, if Victor had been eight and Bruce 25, would they have become who they are? Or would we have Murderous Mister Wayne and Bat-Zsasz? DC COME OUTSIDE I JUST WANT TO TALK

Victor is deathly allergic to pineapple

Zsasz canonically hates guns due to their noise and smell

Anthony Carrigan is a lovely guy but the character he played on Gotham was NOT Zsasz

Chris Messina is a lovely guy but the character he played in Birds of Prey was B A R E L Y Zsasz

Anyone who thinks Zsasz is the type of criminal who would team up with or work under the command of another criminal will see me haunting them every Thursday night at 11:46PM

“Streets of Gotham” fucking sucks

*(I guess his backstory was referenced in that whole Court of Owls bullshit but I choose to ignore said bullshit because they made Zsasz call Penguin “little bird man” and I hate it so much)

#zsasz #victor zsasz #mister zsasz #mr. zsasz #death mention #murder mention #ALL OF MY OPINIONS ARE GOOD ONES

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cinebration · 4 years

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Just Like Old Times (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [One-shot]

To celebrate reaching 100+ followers, enjoy this Victor Zsasz content!

Premise: You once worked alongside Victor Zsasz for a mob boss. When he left for Roman Sionis, you stayed behind, loyalty to your mob boss winning out. Until he betrays that loyalty, forcing you to call on an old friend.

Tagged: @strangeaddiction1306 (who gave me the idea!)

You and Victor Zsasz shared an affinity for knives. Well, that’s what he called those little things he used. You, however, had taken the ideology “Walk soft, but carry a big stick” to heart. Instead of little switchblades, you carried a machete.

Your signature style included a knee-length trench coat to hide the machete strapped to your thigh. There was a hole in the right pocket so you could yank it out quickly if need be, but like an old gunslinger, you preferred to swish aside the coat and unsheath the blade with a flourish.

Leonardo Acciai had only employed you as a favor to your mother. Unable to curb your violent tendencies, she had sent you to Leo, believing that if your violence couldn’t be exorcised, it could at least be put to use.

That’s how you became Leo’s butcher at sixteen.

Leo liked to take hands. Cross him, deny him—any poor sucker who got on Leo’s bad side lost a hand at the wrist underneath your machete.

You met Zsasz a few years later when he signed on as extra muscle. His self-cutting ritual of marking kills preceded him and fascinated you. He couldn’t help but like a person who carried steel as long as his forearm.

The two of you were formidable.

When Zsasz left for Roman Sionis, he asked you to join him. You said no. Leo had given you your break. You owed him loyalty.

Until you didn’t.

Leo called you into the warehouse in which he ordered the butchering. Despite the sweltering heat, you still sported your trench coat. The machete felt comfortable on your thigh, reassuring you even as you slowly compartmentalized your emotions. You were a professional. You had to inure yourself to others’ pain.

A young man, head hooded, knelt on his knees before the chopping block.

“You’re late,” Leo groused. In his fifties, his old-man irritation had set in early.

You didn’t bother explaining why. Even if he cared to listen, you preferred to keep quiet. You knew that a quiet woman was reassuring.

But a quiet woman with a machete and dead stare was terrifying.

“Let’s get this over with.” Leo waved a hand at Roberto, one of the two other men in the room.

The hood came off your victim.

Shock stabbed through your stomach.

Your brother stared up at you in terror, eyes wide, broken lip bleeding. “I didn’t do it,” he cried.

Roberto backhanded him. The slap echoed around the space. Leo liked the warehouse not just for its easy-to-hose floors; he loved the acoustics.

“I’ve known you since you were shitting in diapers, Tommy,” Leo said, craggy face creased with disappointment. “Stealing from me is like stealing from family.”

Thomas’s panicked eyes sought yours, pleading. Struggling to keep your emotions in check, you raced through your options.

Leo snapped his fingers. Dragging your feet, you approached, pulling the machete out from its sheath.

Thomas blubbered your name, thrashing against Roberto’s iron grip on his neck. With a snarl, Roberto kneed him in the kidney. You flinched as your brother gasped, wheezing. Roberto seized his arm and forced it onto the block.

“Because you stole from me and disrespected not only me but your family,” Leo declared, “you lose both hands.”

Sobbing, Thomas flailed uselessly against Roberto.

Leo snapped his fingers.

Stepping forward, you stared down at your brother. He was barely nineteen, enrolled in college to get a better, less bloody education than you did. He should never have been anywhere near Leo.

Your jaw clenched.

“Something wrong?”

You glanced aside at Leo, just out of reach. He looked at you patronizingly. There was a reason he had earned a reputation as merciless.

Like granite, your tongue moved. “He’s moving too much. I need Ed to hold his other arm.”

Roberto whistled. “I thought I was fucking cold,” he muttered.

Leo waved a hand at Ed, the other man in the room. Ed seized your brother’s free arm and forced it down onto the block.

Thomas’s sobs assaulted your ears. Your hand tightened on the machete.

Stepping up to the block, you gripped the machete with both hands. Thomas screamed your name.

You swung.

Blood spurted from Roberto and Ed’s exposed throats. Surprised, they let go of Thomas, their hands flying to their necks.

Leo leapt from his chair, hand reaching into his jacket.

Seizing Thomas by the collar, you dragged him to his feet, throwing him behind barrels clustered around a pillar supporting the warehouse roof. Thomas shrieked as you landed beside him.

Bullets pinged off the barrels, concrete raining down onto your heads as they ricocheted off the pillar.

“When I say go, run,” you hissed, pointing to the door through which you had entered earlier.

“I should’ve known,” Leo snarled behind you. “Sooner or later, you were going to bitch up and let your emotions get in the way.”

“Now,” you told Thomas.

Rolling to your left, you heard a bullet whiz over your head. Thomas scrambled in the opposite direction, heading for the door.

Leo spun to shoot him.

You threw the machete with a grunt.

The blade clipped Leo’s shoulder. With a roar, he squeezed off shots wildly. Roberto, bleeding out, weakly lifted up his own gun and fired in your direction.

Using everything as cover, you sprinted to the door, Leo screaming after you. “I’m going to fucking butcher you and your whole fucking family!”

Thomas’s fear crippled him as he ran. You caught up easily, seizing him by the arm and dragging him behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried, gasping.

“Later,” you said. “We have to get Mom.”

It had been a decade since you had felt this afraid, everything out of control.

You did the one thing you could think of.

Parked outside of the Black Mask Club, you hunkered down in your seat, watching the front door and the alley. You waited nearly four hours before the sunlight struck the bleached-silver hair you were looking for.

Slipping out of the car, you crept up behind Zsasz’s as he climbed into the driver’s seat. You opened the passenger door and sat inside.

Zsasz lashed out in reflex, nearly hitting your face. “Holy fucking shit,” he gasped, gaping at you.

“Long time no see.”

“No shit. What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Getting into trouble.”

He grinned. “I like trouble.”

“That’s why I’m here. I need your help.”

Gold teeth flashing in the light, he said, “My help?”

“Leo wanted me to take my brother’s hands.”

The glee in his face slipped. “No.”

“I killed Roberto and Ed.”

“But not Leo.”

“He pulled a gun. Couldn’t get to him.” You swallowed thickly. “Can your boss spare you?”

Zsasz hesitated. You leaned back, smothering your hurt. You had been friends, but only because of work. Of course he wouldn’t risk it.

“Nevermind,” you muttered. “I’ll figure something else out. It was good to see you.”

His hand clamped down on your wrist, preventing you from leaving. “What did you have in mind?”

“Leo and Don,” you answered. Don was Leo’s right-hand man, the only person who could take over and pose a threat if Leo died.

Zsasz’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “I fucking hate Don.”

The plan was simple.

Its execution would not be.

This didn’t bother Zsasz in the least, which was part of the reason you recruited him. The other reason was because he was psychotic and trigger happy and ruthless.

“Roman wants this fucker dead anyway,” he said as you both waited for night to fall. “I can ask him for help—”

“No. This has to be dealt with internally.” You glanced out the window of the car. Your jaw ached from grinding your teeth together. “It’s personal.”

“Is Thomas alright?”

You arched an eyebrow. “You remember his name?”

Zsasz nodded, looking anywhere but your face. “Is he safe?”

“Yes. I hid him and my mom.”

“That’s good.”

Sunset painted the sky in gorgeous reds and oranges that you would have barely seen through the Gotham skyline if you had been in the city.

You cleared your throat. “How is it working for Roman Sionis?”

“Amazing,” Zsasz answered immediately. “Look.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his scarred chest to you. Fingers dancing across his flesh, he pointed out a handful of scars you had never seen before.

“You’ve been busy,” you noted wryly.

“Roman likes to cut off faces.”

“So I’ve heard.” You hadn’t seen Zsasz so ecstatic since the two of you had cleared an entire safe house of men with nothing but knives.

“He gives me a lot of work,” Zsasz continued. “You’d like it.”

You disagreed, but before you could voice it, a car pulled up to the gate of Leo’s sprawling estate. The driver rolled down the window, flashing his ugly mug at the guard. You recognized the profile and balding pate immediately.

“Don,” you muttered.

As much as you compartmentalized your emotions, Zsasz’s excitement was and had always been infectious. It thrummed through you, stoking fires you had forgotten existed during his absence. Zsasz knew how to have fun.

Reaching over your shoulder, he withdrew a submachine gun from the duffel on the backseat. Racking the slide, he peered down the iron sights, gold teeth flashing in the waning light.

“Last resort only,” you reminded him.

His smile widened. “Just like old times.” Cackling, he climbed out of the car.

The problem with paranoid men is that it’s easy to surprise the men they hired, but not the paranoiacs themselves.

With ease, you and Zsasz chopped through Leo’s security, severing carotids and slipping blades between ribs. Your machete bit into throats, running with blood down to your hands, bodies trailing in your wake.

As you converged on Leo’s office, you sheathed the machete and drew the pistol tucked under your arm. Following your cue, Zsasz swung the submachine into his hands.

Down the hallway from the double doors, you gestured to Zsasz. “Spray and pray.”

Gold teeth flashing, Zsasz stepped forward.

The bullets tore through the doors, wood chips flying.

Screams and the thud of heavy bodies filtered over the buzz of the submachine gun.

Sidling up beside the doors, you sliced your hand across your neck. Zsasz released he trigger.

Kicking the mutilated doors open, you sped to the right, Zsasz cutting behind you to the left.

Double-taps to the chests of men still alive.

You swept the room.

No Leo.

An icy chill snaked down your spine.

Pain exploded through your shoulder from behind, slamming you forward. Zsasz spun in your peripherals, shock on his face. You threw yourself behind Leo’s heavy oak desk. Head low, you checked your shoulder. No blood.

Thank God for Kevlar.

Zsasz threw himself beside you, back smacking against the desk drawers. “Are you okay?”

Gritting your teeth, you nodded. Numbness crept down your arm, reaching your trigger finger.

Zsasz withdrew a knife from his boot, made eye contact with you. You nodded.

“You fucking bitch,” Leo shouted. “You really fucking thought—”

Zsasz popped up from behind the desk. The knife flew from his hand.

It buried into Leo’s shoulder.

Leo snarled.

Rising, you squeezed the trigger.

Blood sprayed the opposite wall. Leo went slack, gasping. He looked down at the sucking hole in his chest, staggered.

Shaking, you holstered the pistol and slowly approached his supine form. Leo’s hand limply searched for his gun, panicked eyes watching you.

The machete slid free from its sheath.

Staring down into his face, you hissed, “I wanted you alive for this.”

You brought the machete down onto his neck.

It took several chops for you to hack his head from his neck. Roaring filled your ears. It wasn’t until you staggered back from the decapitated corpse that you realized the roar was your own voice.

Zsasz stared at you, awe on his face. “I like you better like this.”

Without control, you mean, you thought. Struggling to compose yourself, you surveyed the bodies on the floor, searching their faces. You frowned.

“Where’s—”

You pitched forward onto your hands and knees, white-hot pain sucking your breath away in your back. Zsasz slid forward, hand reaching under your arm. Yanking the pistol free, he fired.

Thump.

“Fucking Don,” he snarled.

You coughed. Blood flecked the floor in front of you.

“Shit,” you hissed.

“Fuck.” Zsasz hauled you to your feet, pulling on your shirt to check the vest. “It almost went through.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Zsasz forced you to stare into his dark eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s not the worst I’ve suffered.”

He refused to let you go. Giving in, you leaned on him, shuffling forward to Leo’s head. You stared down at the grotesque rictus twisting the man’s features.

“Does your boss like gifts?” you asked.

Zsasz’s teeth gleamed.

Despite his need for cleanliness, Roman was just as excited by the sight of you blood coating you as Zsasz was. Ordering Leo’s head to be placed on a spike, Roman all but kissed you on the mouth.

“You should have brought her to me sooner,” he admonished Zsasz.

Zsasz grinned in response.

“My own lethal eagle.” Roman laughed with excitement.

In the bathroom, you washed the blood from your hands, the water running pink. Zsasz entered the room, the grin still on his face. Helping you out of his shirt, he slid the Kevlar off your torso. Dark bruises were already forming on your back. You would need to wrap your ribs.

“Just like old times,” he said, his hands running over the marks.

“Sionis isn’t Leo,” you muttered, wiggling back into your shirt.

His silence drew your attention. Leaning against the sink, but still in your personal space, Zsasz let the smile slip.

You frowned. “What?”

“I thought about killing Leo before I left,” he confessed. “So you had no reason to stay.”

You didn’t know how to answer. Instead, you said, “You have some new scars to make.”

Zsasz’s voice rumbled low in your ear. “Want to help me make them?”

A smile twitched at the corner of your lips.

Just like old times.

#Victor Zsasz x Reader #Victor Zsasz #bop Zsasz #Victor Zsasz imagine #Zsasz #Zsasz imagine #Chris Messina #Chris Messina imagine #Roman Sionis #Ewan McGregor #birds of prey #bop #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #request

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Sundance 2022 Day 2 & 3: Speak No Evil, Summering, Sharp Stick, Call Jane

Things are going fairly well as Sundance went through the weekend, and here are four more reviews, still focusing on narrative films even though I’ve been watching a few more docs over the weekend, as well.

SPEAK NO EVIL

Christian Tafdrup’s third movie is the first movie I personally have seen from the Danish filmmaker. Before the movie, Tafdrup said that he and his co-writing brother Mads were looking to make “The most unpleasant experience for an audience ever.” In fact, I had already been hearing comparisons to Von Trier and Haneke being bandied about before even knowing what the movie was about. The movie sets itself up with music that sounds foreboding that I really wasn’t sure what I was getting into, although this appropriately was the Day One Midnight movie for this year’s Sundance.

Danish couple Bjørn and Louise (Morten Burian, Sidsel Siem Koch) are on holiday with their daughter Agnes (Liva Forsberg) in Tuscany, where they meet a strange Dutch family, adding Speak No Evil to the long list of vacation movies we’ve seen in the past year, but also reminding us that the Swedish film Force Majeure started that trend a very long time ago. They accept an invitation to visit the other couple, Patrick and Karin (Fedja van Huêt, Karina Smulders) at their home. They have a quiet and sullen son Abel (Marius Damslev), who barely speaks, but they’re disturbed by how strict his parents are with him, which makes them uncomfortable. On top of that, Louisa is a vegetarian (or rather, a pescaterian, a term I hate), but Patrick still offers her the boar he has cooked and challenges

Patrick and Karin (Fedja van Huêt andKarina Smulders) keep putting their visitorsin odder and uncomfortable situations, including lots of PDA (public displays of affection) and spying on the couple while they’re having sex, so they decide to get out of there, leaving in the middle of the night. Things just get more awkward when they have to return for Agnes’ stuffed rabbit.

You can only imagine what’s going to happen… are they killers or swingers or something more horrible than either? It’s over an hour before Bjorn starts venturing around the house and starts realizing that things are even more wrong than they thought.

Essentially, Speak No Evil is the much darker non-comic version of Vacation Friends, another vacation-related movie from last year, oddly.. Like Haneke and Von Trier, Speak No Evil is more about the psychological terror of being put into a horrible situation, more than the type of horror with supernatural elements. The movie is filled with such great performances across the board, and there was a lot more English than I was expecting, not that I necessarily have any issue with foreign language films. Tafrdup does a terrific job with a movie that would surely have a difficulty tone.

This is just a fantastic thriller, one I do hope will get some sort of theatrical release, even if it means playing a few non-virtual festivals, although the streaming horror site Shudder has already picked it up for distribution.

Rating: 8/10

CALL JANE

Call Jane was actually my first Sundance movie this year that didn’t show up at the festival with distribution lined up, although it’s a bit of a misnomer that it’s the directorial debut by Phyllis Nagy, the screenwriter of Carol, since she previously directed the HBO movie, Mrs. Harris.

It stars Elizabeth Banks as Joy Griffin, a suburban housewife in the ‘60s, married to Chris Messina and with a teen daughter Charlotte. Joy gets pregnant but needs to get an emergency pregnancy termination due to how it’s physically affecting her. Joy’s case gets the attention of the Jane Collective, a group of women who helps women get illegal abortions in the ‘60s pre-Roe v Wade, and Joy ends up getting more and more involved, first offering support to women during the uncomfortable procedure and then doing some of the procedures herself.

I was mildly surprised that this film wasn’t actually written by Nagy, who was working from a screenplay by Hayley Schore and Roshan Sethi that may have been around for some time. But the writing isn’t that great, and you wonder why Nagy didn’t take more of a writing credit herself.

While I understand the timeliness of this film with what’s going on in Texas and other states, this is just not a situation that affects me at all, and therefore not a particularly interesting premise to me, despite my belief in women’s right to choose. It’s a fairly bland drama, even though there are moments that are quite difficult and uncomfortable to sit through, such as when Joy herself is getting the procedure.

That said, I liked the movie more and more as it went along, and much of that came down to the terrific performance by Banks, who is given a lot of room to really make Joy far more interesting than the typical Douglas Sirk heroine. (Originally, the role was supposed to be played by Elisabeth Moss, who may have been better, but Banks handles the material quite well.) The second most interesting performance comes from Sigourney Weaver, who is running the clinic, but unfortunately, Messina is back to playing another bland indie role, which I was hoping he had put behind him. Kate Mara plays their neighbor who adds absolutely nothing to the movie.

The rest of the cast is okay, but there are many scenes of the women sitting around talking, and the film is shot so blandly, that it does little to invigorate the film’s slower paced moments. Things definitely get quite dramatic with many great moments showcasing the actors, as well as showing off Nagy’s talents as a theater director.

The biggest problem with Call Jane, and this could just be due to Nagy’s inexperience as a film director, is that it’s two hours without needing to even be that long. The story could definitely have been tightened up to improve its pacing with more than a few scenes that served very little purpose.

The Jane Collective is an intriguing and timely subject to explore for a movie, but Call Jane’s closest benchmark is Mike Leigh’s Vera Drake, and it doesn’t come close to being that good. On the other hand, Call Jane is a fine showcase for Banks as an actor; I just wish the writing and filmmaking aspects of the film were better.

Rating: 7/10

SUMMERING

It’s always nice when James Ponsoldt has a new movie, especially since I was such a fan of his movie Smashed when it played at Sundance, or maybe it was TIFF, or maybe it was both? Summering is a very different movie, because it’s a coming-of-age movie about four young girls wanting to spend the last weekend of summer together before going to middle school. While on one of their adventures, they find a dead body, but instead of going the River’s Edge route, the girls try to find out who the man is and why he jumped (or fell) from a bridge above.

Summering comes into Sundance with distribution in place from Bleecker Street, and you can kind of understand why it appealed to the smaller distributor, because it’s a movie with definitely Stand by Me vibes, maybe a little bit of The Goonies?

Shot in Utah during the summer, the movie stars Lia Barnett, Eden Grace Redfield, Madalen Mills, and Sanai Victoria as the four best friends of different diversities and backgrounds but some seem more mature and taller than others. A nice touch is that for the majority of the film, all four young actresses do almost every single scene together, and Ponsoldt does a good job giving these talented young actors the direction to pull off some pretty complex scenes, as we follow them around, trying to learn more about the dead man they found.

All four young actresses are given their moments, and then on the flip side, their mothers are played by Lake Bell, Megan Mullally, Sarah Cooper, and Ashley Madekwe, who also have some nice scenes together. The fact is that Ponsoldt has managed to make a movie with almost no men whatsoever (except for the dead body and a small cameo).

It’s less successful at mixing genres ala last year’s Ghostbusters: Afterlife, because the comedy aspects aren’t particularly hilarious and the mystery and horror elements are rather subtle. The girls do get spooked after seeing the dead body, and even try to throw a seance to communicate with him.

Summering is sweet and cute and not particularly groundbreaking, but for what it’s trying to achieve, which is to make a pleasant movie that can appeal to younger girls, it offers some truly heartfelt moments and a wonderful ending that allows the girls to say goodbye to their childhoods as they head to middle school.

Rating: 7/10

SHARP STICK

Although Sharp Stick is Lena (Girls) Dunham’s first feature film since 2010’s Tiny Furniture, it’s actually her first movie at Sundance, since that other film premiered at SXSW. I wasn’t really a fan of Tiny Furniture, and honestly, I could take or leave Girls, but of course, it’s hard not to be interested in anything Ms Dunham does. This one could be seen as a character piece, and if it hadn’t played at Sundance so soon after I had seen Sean Baker’s significantly better Red Rocket, I might be a little less jaded and open to the story she wanted to tell here.

It stars Norwegian actress Kristine Froseth as 26-year-old Sarah Jo, a bright and bubbly caregiver to a young boy with Down’s syndrome named Zach (Liam Michel Saux). She lives with her mother, played by Jennifer Jason Leigh, and her sister Treina, played by Zola’s Taylour Paige, who is obsessed with TikTok and being a social media influencer. There’s not much to be said about the latter characters, since they don’t really bring too much to the overall story/movie.

Still a virgin, Sarah Jo decides that it’s time for her to explore her sexuality, so she comes on to Zach’s father Josh (Jon Bernthal) and begs him to take her virginity. They end up having an affair, trying to hide it from Josh’s pregnant wife (played by Dunham herself). In hopes of being better at sex, Sara Jo starts watching a lot of porn, and eventually becomes obsessed with a porn star (Scott Speedman) and starts experimenting with the things she watches in his porn.

Due to the sexuality on display in this coming-of-age tale, it’s hard not to think of something like Lars von Trier’s Nymphomaniac, or some of the work of Todd Solondz, particularly Welcome to the Dollhouse, although Dunham does bring a uniqueness to it with her own writing voice. Froseth is quite a find to play the naive young woman looking to explore her sexuality, and it’s her performance that keeps the movie from becoming absolutely loathsome. She’s a little childlike herself, and more than once while watching the movie, I wondered whether Sarah Jo was meant to be on the spectrum or that it was decided not to state that outright.

The movie just takes Sarah Jo further and further down this wormhole of sex, and the film gets darker – again, much like Nymphomania – but at least there’s some redemption for Sarah Jo that at least things eventually end in a happier place. Dunham is definitely a better director now than when she made Tiny Furniture, and one thing I really liked was the choice of songs, which did a terrific job adding to the mood.

The problem is that Sharp Stick leaves the viewer with too many questions about what they just watched. Although it does end in a good place, there are elements of the movie that are just so icky, it’s hard to forgive them, making it harder to fully recommend the movie.

Rating: 6.5/10

More reviews coming soon…

#Movies #Reviews #Sundance 2022 #Sharp Stick #Speak No Evil #Summering #Lena Dunham #Elisabeth Banks #Call Jane

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Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz/Birds of Prey imagines - Pussy Cat

AN: Second Gif credit is @ewanmcgregorz

Overall Summary: You’re Roman’s little ‘pussy cat’. From the moment he met you, you were his but when you catch Zsasz fantasising over you... Things change...

Pairing(s): Roman Sionis xReader, (some) Victor Zsasz x Reader

Word count: 2,920

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Cheating, Strong Language, unprotected sex

“Good morning my pussy cat.” Roman announced his presence as he turned the corner from the bedroom and sauntered down the hall in his pyjamas and dressing gown.

You sat at the dining table opposite from Zsasz and your eyes glided over to Roman’s handsome morning look as you sipped your coffee.

“Morning my love.” You greeted him back, kissing his lips lightly as he leant down before he rounded your chair to find his own.

Your eyes moved back to your gaze on Zsasz as he stared at you back with hard look.

“Morning Victor. Terrible weather this morning, I’m afraid we’ll have to move our plans over to tomorrow and perhaps arrange our meeting at the docks with Mr William’s for this afternoon.” Roman helped himself to the filling spread across the table, picking up some pancakes and fruit.

“You got it, Boss.” Victor’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he spoke.

You smirked at the staring match you two seemed to have going and you even saw Zsasz lip twitch on the corner but he controlled himself before Roman could pick up on the little game.

“Are we still on for dinner tonight or shall I leave my dress at the dry cleaner another day or so?” You couldn't help but be cheeky with Roman which only earned a raised eyebrow and a dangerous smile.

“Of course, Kitten. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you now.” Roman’s nickname for you rolled off his tongue and you smiled.

Roman had called you his ‘pussy cat’ since he met you. You had walked into his club for the very first time and his eyes were watching your every move from the moment you passed through the doors.

You had reminded him of a sleek curious cat with your dark cat-like eyeliner and your silky hair that framed your face almost perfectly. You wore a black dress that hung off you, low cut at the front and even lower at the back. The thin material clung to your hips and cascaded down to the bottom of your heels, your knees only just moving the slinky dress with every step.

You studied the room as Roman watched you. Zsasz had noticed his boss had been distracted by someone that night and when he saw you, he soon understood why.

Roman immediately swooped you up that night and claimed you as his own. Within hours of meeting you, he knew he never wanted anyone else to have you but he also learned soon enough not to keep you on too tight a leash.

You’d been together a while now, long enough for the entire city of Gotham to know this wasn’t some usual fling.

Zsasz had grown more trustworthy of you, something very hard for him to do as all he’s wanted to do was protect his boss, but it was rare that you and Zsasz were alone too long together.

“Don’t forget you have a meeting with Miss Lance this lunchtime to discuss her new suggestions.” You reminded Roman as you rose from the table in your silk dressing gown similar to Roman’s but white.

“Thank you, my love.” Roman beckoned you towards him and you obliged, kissing him once again before you left to change for the day.

Roman was right; the weather was terrible which lead you to make the decision to stay in for the day. You spent the morning doing some yoga and working out before you finally crashed on the couch.

Roman was downstairs dealing with some business with the club and some potential new decor that might be added so nothing too risky/dangerous. By the time lunch came around and Roman was due to have his meeting with Black Canary, he sent Zsasz up to check on you.

When you heard footsteps coming towards you, you began to stir from your nap.

“So, we’re all working hard and you get to snooze?” Zsasz said with a light sarcasm as he came into view.

“Deciding on new wallpaper and seat covers isn’t exactly what I would call hard work, Mr Zsasz.” You teased the man, you actually knew that the faffing was all Roman’s business and that Zsasz would have been making business calls and sorting meetings for Roman that morning.

You stretched out on the couch as you spoke. Zsasz couldn't help but let his eyes travel across your body as you reached up, extending like a feline before turning and resting on your stomach.

You hadn’t changed from the morning so wore a simple sports bra and yoga shorts which hugged the curve on your ass as you lied down on your stomach.

“Ha Ha Ha.” Zsasz responded as he studied you.

“Roman sent you up to babysit or are you just visiting?” You knew Roman worried about you and you didn't mind too much when he sent one of his guys to check on you.

“You wish, princess. I’m just here to grab something for the Boss.” Zsasz was a pretty good liar usually but you learned to see through his bullshit. You knew well that Zsasz didn’t really like admitting that Roman sent him up to see you, he thought it might drive you away from Roman or cause a fight and he’d be damned if he started a fight between you two. He wouldn’t hear the end of it from Roman for days...

You smiled brightly at the man to which he just turned and headed to his bedroom.

You spent the next minute lying on the couch before you got bored and decided you should probably shower.

You walked down the hall towards yours and Roman’s bedroom when you passed Zsasz’s door.

An unusual noise made you stop just outside.

“Fuck...” Zsasz groaned, his slow pants audible through the door.

You were frozen. You didn’t know if moving away would make it more awkward. What if he heard your footsteps if you walked away and then he would know you were hovering outside?

“(Y/n)...” Your name rolled off of Zsasz’s tongue clear as day.

You felt your heart stop and your insides flutter.

The door was slightly ajar, closed but not closed enough to latch so you could easily push it open a fraction without him noticing.

You didn’t know what you were doing when you found yourself peering through the tiny gap with curiosity.

You could see Zsasz in his mirror opposite the bed he was sat on.

He had his eyes closed, his length in his hand and his chin slightly raised with his lips apart.

You bit down on your lip subconsciously as you watched the man stroke himself, cursing and moaning your name every few strokes.

His member was large in his hand, you could feel yourself tighten at the sight and your mouth seemed to go dry.

“Holy shit...” Zsasz moaned again, his low voice making his thick accent undeniably beguiling.

You watched him in the mirror as he started to pump faster, drawing himself closer and closer to climax.

Zsasz’s tongue darted across his bottom lip as his moans became louder and more gruff.

He threw his head back as he came. His seed spilling over his knuckles as he placed his other hand above his tip.

You weren’t aware that you stopped breathing in that moment.

When Zsasz cleared his throat and hunched over to return his member to his pants, you took that moment to walk away, picking up your feet as lightly as you could.

You reached the bathroom and shut the door, falling against it with wide eyes and a new found hunger.

You switched on the shower and immediately stripped, trying to cool yourself down from what you just witnessed.

(Gif by @directedbysnyder)

You didn’t see Zsasz again until later that day.

You brushed through your hair as you sat in front of your vanity mirror, you were dressed ready to go to dinner but as always waiting on Roman.

“Boss is waiting downstairs.” Zsasz knocked lightly on your door,

You looked at him in the mirror, he hovered in the door way, his fingers tapping on the door frame as he waited for your response.

“He’s not changing?” You asked, trying not to stare at his fingers too long as images filled your head.

“Guess not.” Zsasz bent his head backwards as he turned away to look down the hall.

Your chest tightened at the side of his bare neck. A vein swelling out of the skin as he looked away from you. Your eyes travelled down his neck down into his shirt where the first few buttons of his shirt were open; the scars the decorated his skin only drew you to him even more.

“What?” Zsasz had noticed you staring before you noticed he was looking back at you.

“Nothing.” You frowned, trying to play it off. You went back to fixing your hair when Zsasz rolled his eyes.

“You look great, can we go?”

You were quick to leave the apartment and jump into the car with Roman.

“Hey, I missed you.” You kissed Roman on sight and he returned it.

His leather clad hand took hold of the side of your jaw as he deepened the kiss.

You felt the fire that had been brewing since lunchtime light up with Roman’s kiss. You hiked up your dress enough to swing your leg over Roman’s lap, sitting yourself down on top of him.

Roman’s hands moved to your hips but his lips parted from yours when your hands found his belt.

“Slow down, Pussy Cat...” Roman stopped your hands with his own.

“Why?” You whined,

“Because we’re meeting important people tonight and I can’t show up looking anything less than I already look.” Roman broke the news that it wasn’t just you two. Of course, it wasn’t, why were you even expecting it to be.

“Oh.” You climbed off of Roman and pulled your dress back down.

“I’ll make it up to you later, kitten, I promise.” Roman brushed your hair from your face with the back of his hand and stroked down your neck.

You stared ahead but pushed a smile on your face before Roman signalled the driver to leave.

The evening seemed to fly by unexpectedly and soon you were back in the apartment, lying beside Roman in bed.

Roman snored lightly as he slept beside you.

You couldn’t sleep.

Thoughts circled your head about your dirty little secret.

You couldn't get Zsasz’s voice out of your head, or the picture of his lips only slightly parted as he breathed heavily to the thoughts of you.

You brushed your fingers across Roman’s forehead and through his hair, he didn’t stir. You loved Roman. You admired him, found him entertaining, adored his passion and excitement. You even loved his tantrums when things don’t go his way, you loved the sex that followed them too.

But after today... After seeing Zsasz...

You couldn’t get rid of the feeling, the temptation, the thought of what it may be like...

Everyone couple had their slips, their doubts, the times where they considered the idea of someone else. Right?

You slipped out of bed and headed down into the living space of the apartment.

You passed the dining table, stroking your fingers along the cool table top as you did.

It was late. You figured around 3am but the city outside was still lively. Gotham never slept.

“What are you doing?” Zsasz’s voice startled you.

You were stood by the window when Zsasz found you.

“Jesus Zsasz...” Your hand rested on your chest from where you jumped around to see him.

“It’s 3 in the morning. I heard something outside my room, I thought it were a trespasser.” That’s when you noticed the large knife in Zsasz hand.

“Well you can put that thing away, big boy, it’s just me.” The words left your mouth quickly and whilst it was something you’d usually retort you found your cheeks flushing which made you spin back around to look out the window again.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” Zsasz commented, ignoring your remark.

“Why not?” You asked,

“Boss has a lot of enemies. If someone down there saw yous was alone through that window...” Zsasz gestured with the knife to the window you were people watching from.

“And if they dared, Roman would have you on their asses quicker than you say peeled face.” You smiled, trying your hardest to avoid looking at Zsasz, especially since he was only half dressed.

“You should go back to bed, princess, Boss wouldn’t like waking up to an empty bed.”

“I can’t sleep.” You responded, finally looking over at the man.

His pyjama pants were low on his hips, his v-lines prominent and dark hair trailed down. They were the only item of clothes he wore as he brandished his knife. With that, you could see all the scars that scattered over his chest and neck.

“What’s that gap for?” You walked towards the man, suddenly interested in the empty space above his heart.

“That’s a special place I’m saving for the Joker’s whore, Quinn.” Zsasz tapped on the space with the tip of his knife.

“Harley Quinn?” You found yourself raising your hand to touch the empty space and you saw Zsasz visibly tense up at your touch. “You and Roman really hate her, huh?”

You smiled up at him but it soon started to fade when you saw his eyes almost boring through you.

His lips were agape much like before.

You couldn’t stop.

Your hand reached behind his head in a blink of an eye and your lips crashed against his.

Zsasz only kissed you back for a second before he remembered who you were. He pushed his hands against you and shoved you back hard, causing you to stumble back a few steps; catching yourself on the couch.

Zsasz was breathing heavy, he was unsure what to do.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You whispered, skiing your head, your eyes locked on his.

After what felt like forever, Zsasz dropped his knife and strode towards you. His hands took hold of your face as he brought you against him, kissing you like you were water and he was dying of thirst.

You grasped onto the man, your fingers burrowing into his skin as you kissed him back. His mouth still tasted minty from his toothpaste; his teeth grazed your lips.

“Fuck...” You managed to say.

Zsasz’s mouth moved down your jaw and onto your neck, you had to bite down on your lip to stay quiet.

You started pushing Zsasz towards the couch to which he didn’t resist.

Zsasz sat down on the couch and his fingers brushed against the skin on your stomach as he grabbed the hem of your pyjama top. Your stomach was doing somersaults at the connection and all you wanted was more.

When your shirt was removed and your breasts fell free, Zsasz gripped onto your wrist and pulled you down onto the couch so that he could climb on top of you.

“Naughty little kitty.” Zsasz purred as he stared down at you.

You reached up, pulling his neck down so that you could meet his lips again.

His member pressed through his pants against your leg, making the fire in your belly roar wilder.

“Fuck me.” You begged whilst the man sucked on your nipples, nipping at them lightly. “Please.”

Zsasz yanked off his pants, springing his member free before tugging down your pyjama shorts.

He stroke himself a couple times before pressing his tip against your sex, rubbing it against your wetness.

You dug your nails into the man’s scarred chest as he finally pressed himself inside of you.

“Ohh fuck...” Zsasz groaned, closing his eyes from the pleasure of your tightness.

You, being inpatient, buckled your hips against his to take him fully and Zsasz had to bite down on your shoulder to stay silent.

He pulled his head back, propping himself up on the couch with his arms as he thrusted in and out of you.

He felt even better than you imagined.

Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead, his white hair tempting you to take a handful but his length only allowing you to press your fingers against his scalp.

Zsasz cursed again before pulling out and forcefully flipping you over, taking a handful of your ass before he entered you again.

You whined as he gathered a fistful of your hair and pulled. His thrusts were hard and deep, drawing you closer to your finish with every pump.

Zsasz could tell you were close, he pulled you up towards him so that your back was touching his chest. His hand covered your mouth, his thumb inside where you let yourself suck him.

You bounced against Zsasz as he thrusted and soon you were coming undone, coming on his lap.

“Good girl.” Zsasz hissed in your ear as he rode you through it.

You turned your head and met his eyes as he continued to fuck you.

Your (y/e/c) eyes are what brought Zsasz to a finish, his seed filling you as he became sloppy and slow.

“This is our secret now.” Zsasz murmured, his chest hot against your back as he held you there. His hand now on your throat.

You nodded, running your fingers over his plump lower lip to which he moved to suck on.

This was gonna be trouble...

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