ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ... ᴛʀʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.
Victor Zsasz, assassin, sees his killings as a form of art. A sadist of the highest professional standards.
He has a morbid sense of humor.
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Damn little birdman!
Walking around outside Arkham, enjoying his freedom and running for mayor, while Victor rot inside the container in Arkham where someone he trusted put him!
But never again.
The Penguin is nothing but another tally mark to him🔪
The assassin points his gun towards the officer. His eyes shining with madness.
"I know. I disliked the new style."
It's much better now.
"Where is Jim Gordon! I have a message for him!"
Things are about to change.
And Victor knows just how to make that happen
"Zsazs, you son of a bitch, why did you trash the police station again!?
We just renovated it ....
I propose to officially introduce a ban on terrorist acts in the building of the police station!
Have you seen how many years Arkham has been repaired?
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@gunslingingmf
He nods, letting his hands run down his arm.
"Everyone. They deserve it. And so do I. The pain reminds me that I am only human. I too am a prisoner in this life..."
His voice sounds depressed.
🔪Solo. Nightly terrors🔪
~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 ~
The city is awake at night and so is he. This is his hunting time, his field, his shadows. As they sleep, he wakes, called by a deadly purpose.
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The sound of his voice echoes in the bathroom, as he starts smashing the knife into the mirror, destroying his own reflection, broken pieces of glass finding way around the room, cutting his skin, but he doesn't care, he doesn't feel... Finally he doesn't feel. Finally
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