Gotham! Victor zsasz x Harley quinn - part 1!
Cw: violence and probably sexual content. 18+ only.
Note: Once again a self indulgent piece as an alter of harley.
He got a night off and a fun little place in some corner of the city was having his favourite kind of party. Some charming little club that doubled as a roller skating rink and served alchohol was hosting a disco night. He figured it was the best way to spend his time off after a long day of work, and it certainly proved to be a choice he wouldnt regret.
Victor entered the club past the bouncer who relaxed against the wall outside the doors in a casual manner, welcoming the wave of familiar music and sounds of drunken partying that washed over him the second he stepped a single foot inside. In his mind there was no better kind of party.
Making his way over to the bar in the back of the spacious club, he made a not of his surroundings. The VIP section off to the side of the rink, as expected, had some guy trying to look more important and richer than he was with two pretty girls on either side of him. People were rolling around the rink with a mix of too-drunk-to-skate, off beat with the music, fooling around with some friends or show offs. Minus the select few who sure were making the most of it. No doubt there was some alcohol spilled on the rink from a couple idiots disobeying the clubs rule of no drinks while skating, even with a sign on either side saying "Keep Your Drink Off The Rink!" in clear large letters.
Sitting himself on a stool in front of the bar, victor ordered himself a drink as he leaned half on the counter with his other side pointed out to the rest of the club while he continued glancing around. Even off the clock he was always in high alert, keeping tabs on anyone that looked like trouble or fun.
"Hey I know you! Blonde bitch!"
His ears quickly alerted him to a scuffle near the dance floor at the edge of the rink on the opposite side of the room to him, just barely making out the altercation over the music and crowd.
Spotting the interaction past the skaters looping the rink, he took quick note of two people. One a taller man on the muscular side with a faded scar in the shape of a jagged "J" on his arm, looming threateningly over the other, a shorter blonde chick with dip died ends and one skate clad foot off the rink planted firmly to keep her steady in place as she faced the guy. Her posture clearly unbothered by the other.
"Harley quinn, jokers little brat! Did you think I forgot about you, you crazy-"
"Do I know you?" Her voice cut off the man. Parts of the conversation were muffled or outright inaudible, victor could only make out some of the words from reading the mans lips.
Harley Quinn. Everyone in Gotham was familiar with that name by now. What people were starting to become familiar with was the word that gotham's crowned royals of crime had parted ways, some rumors implying it wasnt mutual and much less pleasant than your average breakup.
From what Victor had heard of Harley, she was just as crazy as the Joker himself, though you'd have to be to date a wacko clown like that. Which would of course grant you just as many enemies, and clearly she had them.
The altercation seemed to escalate only to be suddenly cut short however, by Harley using her planted foot off the rink for support and kicking the other up to catch the mans jaw with the wheel of her skate. Quite the high kick. Something must have been said that really pissed her off, but no doubt it wasnt hard to do.
Victor watched with interest as Harley wheeled away from the man now lying unconscious on the floor, making her way half around the rink before coming up to the bar. He could see her face much clearer now and she had a rather unfortunate pouty expression. That wont do, not at a good club like this with such good music.
Victor shifted in his seat as Harley stepped up to the counter and plopped down next to him on a stool without a glance. Sulking. Cant have that.
Victor waved the bartender over before she could, putting an order of a round for them both.
"That was some kick, Doll." He mused, a half smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he looked her over.
"All thanks to collage gymnastics!" She replied with a chipper tone. The blonde's demeanor changed almost instantly at the prospect of someone buying her a drink and paying a compliment, even if it was to mask the gloom she still felt.
"Harley Quinn, nice ta' meet ya' mr...?" Harley spoke with an outstretched hand, implicitly asking for his name.
"Zsasz. Victor Zsasz." he replied with a bit more of an intrigued smirk now, taking her hand in his for a handshake but instead turning it and pressing a kiss to her knuckles which drew a bit more of a genuine and flattered smile out of the woman. "Pleasures all mine." He mused before releasing her hand.
"Well ain't you just the most charmin' gentleman in the club." She chuckled and she brought her hand back to her lap.
"Compared to that guy you just knocked out, I'm sure I am." Zsasz chuckled with her.
"Ugh that guy, no idea who he was but he sure was a dick." She grumbled before taking a quick swig of her drink. Not much new information to gather there, so it was time to change the subject.
"Do you come here often?" Victor asked Harley over his glass before taking a sip.
"Oh no, first time here, last club I was at was owned by some other asshole who had beef with me. I like this one though, might actually start coming here more. Why, you a regular?" She answered, leaning an arm on the counter and giving him her full attention as they chatted.
Victor caught a glimpse of gold under her jacket. A pistol. That piqued his interest even more. "No, but if they continue to play good music like this I just might be."
"Oh, you're a fan of disco?" She smiled a bit wider.
"Some of the best music out there." He admitted before subtly gesturing to her side. "What's that you've got there, Ms. Quinn?"
"What this little baby?" Harley asked, pulling back the side of her jacket to reveal the holstered gold and white pistol. Her eyes darted to the bartender who gave a wary look right back. "Relax, I'm not gonna pull it out and start shootin' up the place." She told him before returning her attention to Zsasz. "Really, I'm not."
"Looks custom, that's expensive." Victor's eyes were trained on the details he could see just from what part of the gun was exposed.
"It is! Even has my name on it!" Harley agreed, tucking her jacket back over it. She seemed pretty proud of it. That was cute.
"How'd you get a nice piece like that?" Victor asked. A custom gun like that wasnt easy to to just order anywhere.
Harley's mood seemed to drop again just a tad, but she didnt lose her smile. "It was a gift." She told him before downing the rest of her drink.
A gift from her now ex boyfriend no doubt, judging by the restrained pain in her eyes and voice. The Joker would definitely have had the connections to get it made.
"That's quite the gift." He nodded, a little impressed. Though something deep down started to bubble a bit. Jealousy? Not for the gun. No. Jealous she was holding onto something that nice from an asshole, that she was still hung up on the clown when he was right there and could get her something even better? Maybe...
Luckily the next song that started to play was enough to break the slight awkward tension. A familiar jam both of them knew pretty well. Funkytown.
"Oh man! I love this song! You should come dance with me!" Harley hopped off the stool and reached for his hand to start pulling him to the dance floor. "Come on!"
Victor couldn't help a laugh and followed her. "You're gonna dance in those?" He motioned to her skates with his free hand.
"Watch me! Besides, if I fall, you'll catch me, right?" She smirked as she tugged him over to a free space on the dance floor.
Part 1 of who knows how many
Warnings will carry over to the next parts!
