the fraud and the murderer—victor aguilar x fem!reader insert
summary; in which victor confides in you about a crime he committed.
author's note; if you know, you know.
warning(s); brief mention of blood stained shoes and violence. just a fluffy fic, tho, I promise.
"I did it. I...I...didn't want to...but I did."
You tore your eyes away from the blood splatter on his shoe and looked directly at the abyss of Gotham before you. You didn't flinch, didn't move from underneath the killer's arms (after all, you had heard and seen worse.) Instead you waited patiently for the truth to swallow you both in utter silence.
"Did anyone see you?" You asked after the shuddering of his arm around your shoulders stopped.
"No."
"Then it didn't happen."
There was an unspoken rule in the Burnley Town Massive gang: if no one saw it, it never happened. It was a rule you would learn to live by until your dying breath. Given how sinister Gotham could be, you believed it was the only way to survive.
Quietly, you unfurled your fingers from your coat pocket and found Vic's bruised knuckles. You gripped onto his hand and squeezed it firmly. "I know you're not a killer," you whispered into the dense air. "You're not like The Penguin—"
"But I took something that wasn't mine to begin with," he countered, his hand struggling to relax. You knew he was getting frustrated, especially now that you had mentioned The Penguin. You never understood his unnatural allegiance to the mobster, but you never pressed for answers.
Vic tucked you in tighter to his side and exhaled. "I...I d-didn't want to do it."
"But you had to, Vic," you said, his fingers relaxing against your grip now. "You had to protect yourself."
"D-doesn't make it...doesn't make it right." He looked downwards and you both found yourselves looking at his blood stained shoe again.
"It doesn't make you the devil, either."
A slew of sirens rang out in the distance. From ten stories high, the police cars sounded like howling wolves going in for the final kill. Bodies scattered like ants as the red and blue lights overpowered the streets down below. A sharp chill sliced the air and before you could shudder, Vic was already wrapping his arm tighter around your shoulders to shield you from the cold.
"Does it get any easier?"
"I wouldn't know," you mumbled into his jacket. "After being a fraud for so long...everything starts to blur together. I've seen too much...it just all feels numb to me."
You had been on the run your entire life. So much so, that you didn't know who you were anymore. You had learned to adapt when you got recruited by the Burnley Town Massive gang. They took you in and became the devilish family you never asked for—but a family nonetheless.
Vic peeled back to look down at you, sternly. "You're not a fraud. You're only trying to protect yourself..." At the sound of the pause in his voice, you smirked.
"Says the murderer," you said without thinking.
Vic suddenly scoffed, but couldn't help but slightly smirk as you winced at your premature joke. "Too soon?"
He shook his head as if to brush this off, and tugged you back to his side. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he placed his chin on the top of her head. You pressed your ear against his chest.
"The Fraud and The Murderer," Vic mumbled with another shake of his head, his voice becoming melancholoy again.
You smiled sadly before you closed your eyes. You were now both stained by the infectious disease that was Gotham violence. You believed he now understood that to take life was to survive in Gotham.
"The Fraud and The Murderer," you echoed quietly. "Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
A/n: So this is really short, but I’m trying to get back into writing for Gotham, so here this is?
Title: Sneak
Y/n glances behind her shoulder one more time before reaching for the doorknob. Just as she does, the door is yanked open, causing y/n to gasp. Her eyes slowly lift to meet Oswald’s icy blue gaze. “Oh- thank god, it’s just you.” She attempts to move forward, but Oswald shifts slightly, blocking her way.
“Where are you going, y/n?” He asks, his head tilting slightly as a nervous laugh bubbles past his lips. Y/n smiles as she casts her gaze away from him.
“Well,” she begins gently, tugging at the sleeve of her hoodie. “I was just going to go out with some friends. They’re waiting outside, parked a few blocks away.” Oswald’s eyes instantly narrow.
“You’re sneaking out, in the middle of the night, to go out with your friends?” He asks, his cheeks flushing. Y/n nods.
“And your friends parked only a few blocks away?” He asks, the nervousness becoming more apparent as his voice grows harsher.
“Well- it might be more than a few blocks.” She mumbles, looking down at the ground slightly.
“How much further?” Oswald coaxes, lifting her face up to study her features.
“Maybe…a mile away? I don’t know.” Oswald’s eyes flash.
“Y/n, how god damn stupid are you?” It takes her a minute to register the fear in his voice as he backs away, grabbing his jacket. “Walking a mile to meet your friends, at three in the morning, without another soul in this house knowing where you’re going? You could be kidnapped, or murdered!” He exclaims, slinging his jacket over his shoulders. As she looks up at him, her lips curl into a smile.
“Are you worried about me, Oswald?” His cheeks tint pink as he holds his hand out to you.
“Of course I am. I don’t know what I’d do without you, y/n.” He grabs her hand and leads her out the door. “I’ll make sure you get there safely, y/n. And, please, next time you want to sneak out just tell me.”
