AN: Hello, everyone! I really wanted to write some stuff with my oc Mephistopheles, who is the child of one of Gotham's mafia bosses and Zsasz's significant other, and Victor Zsasz from the series Gotham. So I came up with this. Also, I added the oc of @dripkouphs , Richie, who is a retired assassin that owns a bar in Gotham named "Le Vert Sauvage". Hope y'all enjoy it!
WARNING: Season 4 spoilers!!!
To Carmine Falcone
The news of Carmine Falcone's death had descended upon the city of Gotham. The same evening a bald assassin entered "Le Vert Sauvage" looking for the one person that might be able to answer all his questions.
Mephistopheles was sitting by the bar staring at the swirling, colourless liquid in his glass. The green haired bartender busied themself with a drink of their own, but from time to time glanced at the man across from them. The only sound in the bar was the alternative rock produced by the speakers.
"Did you kill him?" Zsasz asked, his voice similar to the calm before the storm. The words left a bitterness on his tongue, but he knew what the man in front of him was capable of.
"Good evening to you too, Monsieur Zsasz." Richie's french accent was laced with casual sarcasm, wanting to defuse the situation. If they did not, they could already see the mess the two men would make of their bar.
"Answer the question, Meph," Victor demanded once he noticed the other man seemed to have no intention of doing so. The bartender's greeting was completely ignored, but they did not make any moves to protest. The silence that followed was long enough to cause a vein to pop on the hairless man's temple.
"The night Mario died, Carmine and I spent the whole night in his office drinking his favourite wine and reminiscing. So I thought it fitting to drink a couple glasses in his memory," Mephistopheles, finally, broke his silence. His russian accent was lighter, but still evident, indicating he had had more than just a couple glasses.
"Or a dozen," Richie added in a joking manner, while hoping Meph still had his wits about him; at least enough not to cause damage to their bar again.
"Don't change the subject." Zsasz still focused on the brunet, pointing one of his guns at him. The man being threatened downed his drink, seemingly without a care.
"Rich, pour me another?"he asked, and the only response he received was a quick refill.
Victor's remaining patience was not enough to handle Meph's little games. Soon his leather gloves were tightly holding the other man's black collar, forcefully pushing his back against the bar. That move earned him a few curses in french and a loud thud, that resonated throughout the empty bar, but nothing more.
"For the last time, did you kill the old man?"the assassin towered over the shorter male, a threat evident in his voice.
"Do you think I did?" Meph's voice was sickeningly calm and he had an absurdly emotionless face to match.
"Everyone on the street does and I know you are capable." Victor could tell there were some intense emotions hidden under the other man's facade, but he stood his ground.
"Yes, but do you believe I did it?" he emphasized the word "you", bringing a finger up to press on Zsasz's chest. His eyes stared into the muddy mess that were his partner's ones. "Khvorost, I've told you that if I were to be killed by a bullet, I would want it to have V.Z. engraved on it. So if you believe I ordered his death, shoot me, otherwise have a drink with me to his memory."
The assassin's resolve broke, making him let go of the shorter male. He occupied the seat next to Meph looking defeated. Mephistopheles looked over to Richie, who got the message and poured a glass of rum for his fellow killer.
"If you did not do it, then who did?" Victor inquired as he accepted the glass. Now even the bar's rats stared at the mafioso all ears.
"I have my suspicions, but I do not enjoy pointing fingers arbitrarily." was all they got, and all they knew they would get out of him for now.
After a short pause, Meph looked at his two favourite psychopaths with a sombre smile raising his glass, "To Carmine Falcone, the Don that made this city what it is."
Victor raised his glass with a look of repressed sorrow and Richie followed suit, "To Carmine Falcone."
