Jim poured himself some scotch eyes falling on the second glass he pulled out, debating on pouring some of the amber liquid into that glass. “Glass won’t fill itself, Jim.” Glancing up at the familiar voice, Jim wasn’t even surprised that it was Zsasz. He’d been expecting him after all.
“Victor.” Jim poured the same amount he’d given himself, “Come for those can peaches?”
That lopsided grin of Zsasz’s as he sauntered over to Jim’s desk to pick up the drink, “Something like that,” Coughing on the gulp of scotch, “Wow, scraping the bottom of the barrel for your booze, this is rank, Jim.”
“If you haven’t noticed we are in the middle of a war zone, Victor.”
“Oh I know, it’s paradise for me, babe.” He gulped down the rest of his drink before stalking closer to Jim, wary eyes following his approach. “Can’t believe you wanted to do a gunfight with me, what was that about, Jim.” Making space on the desk for him to sit, “Would you really have shot me, sweetness?” Bringing a gloved hand up to brush Jim’s face.
Clenching his jaw as he brushed Victor’s hand away, placing his glass down on the desk grazing Victor’s leg in the process. “Yes.”
“Head or Heart?” Tilting his head studying the other man as he pulled open the drawer that was now between Zsasz’s legs, brow arching, “Jim?”
“There are 3 cans of peaches in there, take them and go, Victor.”
“Head or Heart, Jim,” Zsasz was not leaving until he had an answer.
Jim looked him dead in the eyes, “Both.”
Victor shut the drawer face neutral, eyes unblinking as he stared at Jim, the minute the drawer was shut he grabbed hold of Jim’s tie, yanking him down and closer to his face. “Calling your bluff on that Jim.” Their lips brushed together lightly as Zsasz lets Jim’s tie go.
Damn it, Jim would have shot him but a killing shot? He didn’t know. Grabbing Victor’s coat Jim jerked Zsasz off the desk barely giving the hitman enough time to stand upright before kissing him properly. For a moment it felt like they were suspended in time before they pulled apart catching their breath. “You can’t come here again, Victor.”
“Pretty sure you can’t stop me from visiting you, babe.” Victor smirked before leaning in to kiss Jim’s cheek, “Hold onto those peaches for me, I’m going to get you some better booze.”
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“Take one more step in that direction and I will kill you.” Zsasz and Gordon? Some angsty Jisz pretty please
“Youwon’t leave me Jim!”
Aplate shatters against the wall but Jim doesn’t flinch. Not anymore. At firsthe would. He would all but cry any time Victor got in one of his dangerouslypossessive moods. Now he just sits, waits it out, prays Victor doesn’t take ittoo far this time. Whatever ‘too far’ mean anymore.
“Iwon’t let you leave me!”
There’sa gun now. All of Jim’s police training yells at him to spring into action buthe can’t. He’s glued to his spot on the living room couch, knuckles turningwhite from his grip on the suitcase. Because he is leaving. He is. He just has to find the right moment again.Victor was supposed to be out on a job all day, but as is Jim Gordon’s luck,the assassin finished early. So early he came home to the sight of Jim about towalk out the door with a hastily packed back.
Jim’sdecision to leave on the other hand was anything but hasty. In fact…
“Weboth know this was a long time coming, Zsasz.” Jim says evenly.
Victorshakes his head. Rage and fear making his blood boil. “No, no, don’t call me that!”
“Why?”But Jim knows why. Calling Victor anything but Victor means the door is shut.Their relationship is done. It means they’re both alone again and if there’ssomething Victor hates it’s being alone. But Jim? Jim is comfortable with loneliness.The emptiness in his heart has been his constant companion throughout life.It’s beyond time for them to be reacquainted.
“Jim,”Victor flips the safety off, aiming the gun at Jim’s head when he gets off thecouch. “Jim, think about this.”
“Ihave.” He’s thought about this over and over until his brain felt numb and hiseyes hurt from all the tears. He thought about this until Harvey had to beg himto stop with a heartbreaking quiver in his voice. “Zsasz, let me go.”
“Takeone more step and I’ll kill you.”
“Becauseif you can’t have me no one can?”
There’sa tense moment of silence. Jim and Victor stare each other down, daring theother to look away first. Jim knows he has to say something. He has to crushany last bit of hope Victor may harbor, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Hecan’t say the words he’s rehearsed in the mirror since he woke up. This isn’tgood, isn’t healthy. No part of their relationship ever has been. Jim knows hehas to go and he has to go now.
Sohe breaks eye contact, grabs his bag tighter and heads for the door.
I want a Jisz fic where a new guy comes into town trying to kill Jim while there's a hit on him, and it's Zsasz who's been hired to kill him. So Zsasz gets possessive because he's the best and he's not going to let some kid with his head somewhere unpleasant come into his area and just do what he likes. So he goes to Jim and is all "Yeah. ..im not going to kill you yet. I'm going to kill the guy who's trying to kill you...and then kill you :)"
New chapter to “Safe Word” is up “The Two Victors”
Oswald thinks on his personal and professional relationship with both Victors. His inexperience with attraction leaves him bitter and confused. Oswald soon finds himself angry and jealous over Zsasz’s attachment to Jim. Not to mention Freeze’s inconsistent mixed signals when they are alone.
