@howl-fantasies, @keffirinne, @immortal-velociraptor
Panic. Raw panic was what Victor Zsasz felt as recklessly drove through the streets of Gotham, no doubt causing a death or two. But he could care less about those imbeciles, not that he would care on a regular day, but today he was a tinnie tiny bit more queazy. Nothing could make him stop his car until he reached his wife.
But his car stilled to a halt as he heard the familiar shriek of his boss. Before Victor could even open his mouth, a drenched Oswald was already dripping in his car and had slammed his car door shut. "Drive Victor! And I want an explanation. What the hell happened?!" Oswald stomped his foot.
"[name]'s hurt- no, dying. She's in the narrows. She's shot that's for sure, but I don't know who did it" Victor answered as he made a sharp turn. "How did you know?" The assassin asked. "Edward found her. He's there with her right now" Oswald explained.
Victor's grip on the wheel tightened, making his leather gloves squeak. He harshly stomped on the breaks and practically jumped out, Oswald waddling after him. The assassin came to a rough halt as he took in the scene in front of him.
There, Nygma stood, gently holding his dying wife close to his chest, almost protectively, with his green coat draped over her and the bastard had the gal to look concerned. Nygma looked like he was the husband. It made Victor want to put a bullet through his dick. But for now... they had more pressing matters to deal with.
"How is she?" Oswald limped towards them, Victor following after him. "She's barely breathing. The bullet likely grazed her lung. Leslie is just around the corner. I was just about to bring her there," said Riddler.
"We best start walking then," Victor said as he moved to get his wife. It seemed like Nygma had other plans. "As you can see, she's in good hands, Victor," Riddler backed away and practically sneered. If looks could kill, the Riddler would be dead. But they can't. So it seems like the hitman was going to settle with the traditional bullet between the eyes.
"Ed, shut up,". Two pairs of eyes flicked at Oswald who was scowling, clearly peeved by the two's childish antics. "May I remind you two idiots that the longer we stand here, the worse [name]'s condition will be?". Before anyone could say anything, Riddler was already taking long strides down the alley, forcing the two to scramble after him.
Oh ~ Victor was going to rip his innards out after this. Riddler wasn't the one that said the vows, it was him. But even so... There will be no 'till death do us part' bulshit that will be happening. Not tonight, not ever. If his lovely wife dies, he'll gladly follow. But he'd rather she didn't yet. They have far to much left to do. "We haven't even tried pegging yet" Victor thought cheekily. She's gonna make it, and their going to hunt down the pigs that did this to her.
