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 If you drink much from a bottle marked ’𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍.   @horraer / @atrickofthetoxin

“I wonder, if you hide in plain sight for that long, do you forget who you really are?”

“I dunno.” Victor replied with an easy shrug. “I don’t hide . . . do you?”

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@jokezilla

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*: ･ﾟ✧   batman the enemy within episode one ( part one.)

“ a masterful performance.”

“ i wonder if you hide in plain sight for that long, do you forget who you really are?”

“ must be hard to stay true to yourself.”

“ it’s hard not to become the mask. at least a little.”

“ i can believe it. we are what we do after all.”

“ i need to find a way to hear what they’re saying.”

“ you certainly enjoy the good life, don’t you?”

“ you don’t need luck when you own the house.”

“ last thing we want is for them to know you’re here.”

“ is everyone enjoying themselves?”

“ don’t worry. i won’t tell anyone with a badge.”

“ try to blend in.”

“ what’s ___ doing in a place like this?”

“ i’m looking for something different. new thrills.”

“ well, it’s a good thing you’re here.”

“ it’s a good thing i’m here.”

“ you?! what in the hell are you doing here?!”

“ stop me if you’ve heard this one before.”

“ i begin and have no end. and i end all that begins. what am i?”

“ i don’t give a damn.”

“ i told you ten times, our arrangement is over.”

“ is something wrong? you seem distracted.”

“ stay close and keep your head down.”

“ bullets are about to fly.”

“ what question can you never answer yes to?”

“ i don’t give a crap. lets go.”

“ masks are hard to maintain.”

“ hey! no one leaves!”

“ you okay?”

“ what you did to that man, knocking him out like that… how did you do that?”

“ i had a different impression of you from tv.”

“ i said run.”

“ if you stay, you’ll die.”

“ i’ll be there shortly.”

“ be ready for a fight.”

“ please, please. we can make a deal. anything you want.”

“ our issues can’t be solved with handshakes.”

“ this is what happens when you back out of a deal with me.”

“ there’s only one way you’re getting out of this alive.”

“ i’d choose my words carefully if i were you.”

“ no, please! don’t do this!”

“ y-y-you’re completely insane!”

“ no. i don’t believe that’s it.”

“ i’ve heard stories in the streets about you.”

“ you’re the biggest name in ___ since… well, since i left town.” 

“ everyone’s very impressed with you… i’m not impressed”

“ i’ve come home to find a wannabe in my chair.”

“ now i’m back. and i’m taking what’s mine.”

“ all you scum are the same.”

“ spoken like someone who sees the world in black and white.”

“ oh, you have to be kidding!”

“ clever. but not smart enough!”

“ let me show you how it was done back in the day.”

“ think i care about your rules?”

“ i’d heard you were a man who followed a code.”

“ why would you save that dirtbag’s life?”

“ enough of this!”

“ and we know you can’t let that happen.”

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     A slight shake of his head in response to the man’s apology, but he pauses as Jervis trails off. There a sadness in the other he’s never noticed before. One hidden behind ribbons, ruffles, and rhymes. But deep down, Jervis was just as broken as every other Gothamite. Whether its the city itself is poisonous, or merely a location to which venomous spirits are drawn, they were all sick.      And Victor? He was sicker than most. This he knew from a young age. And yet, for some reason, he can’t help but worry about this stranger. “Much..?” Victor asks softly.

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His remark was one out of concern, and not meant to maim. Though, his tone was so rarely woven with sincerity, he doesn’t completely blame the other from pulling away. Victor’s lips part to offer an apology, yet no sound spills from them. Instead, the air is quiet and thick. “The Hatter is … an architect? A conductor? A magician?” He finally offers in response.

“A booker, a baker, an candlestick maker?” He allows a small smile. “A jack of many hats, is he, one who wears many trades.” He fiddles with his sleeve for a moment before speaking again, an attempt to be more plain then he had in past. “…you’ll forgive a poor hatter for his vanities? There is much that he….” A quiet chuckle, tinged with something melancholy. “There is much. Much, much, much…”

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zaz night, like for a thing ;)

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    Brows contort, alongside the smallest eye-roll. “You’re not someone I’d listen to advice from to begin with . . . especiallllllly not when it comes to interpersonal skills.”

|  |  |  |  |        @ZSQSZ        !!!

𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐        :        𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆        𝒕𝒐        𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉        ,                                        ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ        ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

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vic + @fearstudy

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Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

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 *        (        an        ᴬᴳᴱᴺᵀ        𝔬𝔣       )        𝑪  𝑯  𝑨  𝑶  𝑺        !        

𝙰        𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙻𝚈        𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳        +        𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽        𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃        𝙽𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴        𝙹𝙾𝙺𝙴𝚁        [  …  ]        written        by        mars

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     Cue the reciprocity of flirtation. A performance illustrating a personality without a care in the world. A musing from a character that viewed life as a mere game. And, if the utterance was delivered by anyone else, Victor would have likely responded as such. However, as sickeningly sweet words leave marred maw, incarcerated assassin frowns.      His posture is stiff as the other nears; and though he would never admit it, it took a great deal of effort for Zsasz not to completely melt as anarchist's breath tickles his neck. It was an act of such tenderness. A stark contrast to their most recent encounter: one accompanied with the pointed barrel of a loaded gun.      Only once jester distances himself does Victor finally look upon him. His visage seemed so altered, yet entirely the same. The way that J was his, but never truly. No, the reality? He was a rabid hound who bit and ate from open hands alike. But now it had been made clear to him: Victor was never more than another car to chase after in amusement. And the moment the gunman slowed to meet the other, the Joker grew bored of him.      Added remarks were barely finished when a fist was formed and aimed upon the man. Despite preferring his firearms, Victor manages to land a devastating blow. One which appears to have broken the other’s nose, as he watches it spill crimson. But that wasn’t enough for Zsasz. No, he wasn't finished yet. Subjects and staff alike made way as Victor tackled the clown to the ground, his knuckles painted further with each punch delivered to his once-lover.

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Victor Zsasz in 3.11

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. / 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓.

     How had he let himself stray so far from the plan? From his mission. Never before had Victor hesitated, even in his line of profession. And certainly never due to emotions. Though . . . maybe that was because he had never truly experienced them. For as long as he could remember, indifference suffocated him. The only instances where he experienced any resemblance to feeling was under a fuck-ton of influence. Drugs, booze, sex, anything to make him feel something. Nevertheless, as soon as sobriety hit, he was returned to the dull ever-present aching of apathy.      But when he was around J, all of that emptiness faded. The man had crashed into Zsasz’s life without a care in the world. Without remorse. He was an agent of chaos determined to burn everything he came into contact with. And so Victor was lit aflame. But he knew it was too good to last. Deep down, he knew it was merely a facade. Everything was a game to the Joker, and despite Victor wanting so badly to be an exception, he just wasn’t. It was a fact he buried deeply within the back of his mind, desperate to cling to whatever it was that they had ― a connection? Love? However, he was forced to face reality as metal came into contact with parietal.      A witty response would have come forth if it was anyone other than J threatening him. Instead, parted lips remain silent. While having a gun pointed at him, even by J, wasn’t anything new, this was different. He could sense it in the air: J wasn’t playing around, he would shoot. And as his heart broke, a part of Victor hoped to hear the familiar melody of a shot fire. 

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅.   /   𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓. 

     The weight of a pistol is positioned against the assassin’s temple, and yet, Zsasz eases his expression into a smirk. ‘I’ll shoot.’ The stranger spoke, his words calm and steady like a cool river. A light chuckle escaped Victor; he wonders how many times this robber had threatened a victim before. How many times he’s pulled the trigger. How many times he’s taken a life. Victor was willing to bet the statistic shied against his own.      “You better,” Warned the hitman. “Or you’ll regret it.”

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send me “i’ll shoot” to press a gun to my muse’s head .

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Zsasz often uses popular slang to annoy the younger Rogues

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His remark was one out of concern, and not meant to maim. Though, his tone was so rarely woven with sincerity, he doesn’t completely blame the other from pulling away. Victor’s lips part to offer an apology, yet no sound spills from them. Instead, the air is quiet and thick. “The Hatter is . . . an architect? A conductor? A magician?” He finally offers in response.

𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.   /   𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

❛   patch .

     “You really don’t have to do that.” Zsasz sighed, though it was without grievance. He watched the other wrap his forearm in bandage, crimson seeping through from the assassin’s most recent tallies. “Usually I just leave ‘em.” Victor admitted, realizing for the first time how likely unsanitary his cutting procedure was. Occasionally, if the bleeding really wouldn’t let up he might have haphazardly added a band-aid or two, but for the most part he allowed the wound to clot on its own.      His eyes wandered elsewhere as he waited until the other signaled his completion. Glancing back upon the wound, a chuckle escaped Victor as Jervis had finished the bandage off with a small bow. “. . . Thanks.”