#elliotsbutt

    You met Victor the first week you got to Gotham. You weren’t trying to meet anybody, just trying to enjoy a well deserved drink. This jerk had been trying to get you to go with him to his car. Victor had slid into the booth next to you sliding his arm about your waist. He nuzzled into your neck, Victor also placed a gun on the table aiming it at the jerk that was pestering you. Dude got the not so subtle hint. Victor continued to sit with you.

        “You’re new here.” Victor studied you as you sipped the drink he ordered for you. “To Gotham.” He ran finger along your jaw. Victor was not subtle about his intentions but it was more flattering than that other creep. He was sexy and intense, getting caught in his eyes you felt like you were drowning in the depths of those dark pools. “You need someone to keep you safe in this city.”

      “Are you offering your services?” You asked as his face got closer.

     “My services come with a high price, sweetness. I don’t think you can afford them, babydoll.”

     “Oh.” Victor chuckled at the pout of your lips.

      He brushed his lips gently against yours, “I think we can come to a pleasant arrangement.” From there everything moved quickly. Making out in the booth, the cab ride to the closest motel, clothes flying everywhere once the door was locked. You lost track of how many times he made you come, before he finally fucked you, seeking his own release. You fell asleep from exhaustion, snug against his chest. When you woke he was gone, a note left behind letting you know he would look for you again soon.

        Two weeks later and no word from Victor, you came to the conclusion it was a one night stand. You were disappointed but it was probably better in the long run. Victor never asked for your number, hell he probably forgot your name.

        It had been a horrible day at work, your boss had yelled at you in front of the whole office. He had said some of the most horrible things. You weren’t even the one who messed up, when it came to light who fucked up, he didn’t even apologize. Shithead. You didn’t see the flowers right away, too caught up in your thoughts. After dropping your coat and purse on the nearest chair you went straight to the bathroom to shower. It wasn't until after the shower that you noticed them on the crappy little table you had salvaged from the trash.

      Your first two thoughts were someone gave me flowers and someone's been in my apartment. Someone broke in to leave flowers, you didn't know how to feel about that, other than wary. Alarmed. You decided calling the cops would be pointless at this point. You checked for a card, familiar writing. Been thinking about you. Victor. PS Don't wait up for me. Should you be scared? Instincts say yes. But your body is betraying you just thinking of that one night with him

.       You had made sure every lock was locked, before crawling into bed. As much as you wanted to see Victor again, it unnerved you that he was able to find where you lived with no prior information. Eventually you drifted off to sleep, dreams plagued with Victor doing wicked things to you.

       The feel of a warm body against your back tore you out of your slumber. “Someone having a good dream?” Victor’s voice in your ear. You tensed up not knowing how you should react. “Relax, (y/n). I would have let you sleep, but you kept whimpering my name in your sleep.”

         “How did…”

        “How did I get into your apartment?” You nodded. “You need better locks, sweetness.” Victor nuzzled your neck. “I am glad that you used all of them. Sometimes people get lazy about it.” You didn’t bother saying that it was because of his note, that it was on the creepy side. “We can get better ones for your door. And the windows could use better security.” Soft kisses on your neck.

        “You know breaking into a girl’s home to leave her flowers is a bit… um…”

         “Creepy?” He chuckled. “So, don’t do that?”

          “Flowers are appreciated, but yeah no breaking and entering.”

         “In truth, I was just doing my job.” 

         “Your job?” Victor heard the confusion in your voice, sliding his hand over your stomach resting just at the waistband of your underwear.

         “I believe we have an arrangement, sweetness.” Victor shifted his hands to your hips and pulled you into him, causing you to gasp as he ground his hardness into you.

       “I haven’t seen you in two weeks how have you been keeping up your end of the deal, Victor?”

        Victor started nibbling on your neck, “You don’t need to see me, to know I am keeping you safe, (y/n). You almost got mugged three times so far and I caught your landlord going through your things. I broke his hand. Now you’re rent free to the end of your lease in four months.”

       “Oh my God, he was going through my things?” Definitely time to move. 

     Victor glanced at his phone knowing the text was from you.

     - I'm bored.

     -Working.

     -But I am bored.

     -Read a book.

     -Read them all.

     -I'll buy you new ones later.

     -But I'm  bored now.

     -Watch TV.

     -Can't. You shot it full of holes, when you got the question wrong on Jeopardy.

     -Trebek was mocking me.

      “Victor?” Penguin’s sharp tone grabbed Victor’s attention. “If you aren't too busy…” Oswald made a motion with his head. Victor nodded as he moved towards the person Penguin wanted terminated, he glanced back at Oswald. “Well, shoot him."

        Victor put a bullet in the unfortunate soul’s skull.

         Oswald limped over to his employee, “You seem distracted today, Victor. Not like your usual self.” Oswald watched as Victor made another tallymark on his arm.

         “Girlfriend keeps texting. Ever since she's moved in things have…” Oswald held up his hand.

         “I’m not interested in your domestic problems, Victor.” The tone was harsh and caused Victor to narrow his eyes at the shorter man. Oswald changed his tone quickly, “Fine tell me the problem.” He dismissed everyone else with a sigh.

        Victor had stopped answering your texts. Well he was supposed to be working, so it shouldn’t surprise you. Maybe you were pestering him too much, but you were so bored. Things used to be fun, but once you moved in with Victor, you were cooped up all the time. It also felt like the moment you moved in, that was it. Maybe moving in with him was a bad idea. And then your phone buzzed, a text from Victor.

      -Get dressed, sweetness.

     - I am dressed.

     -I think that one dress you wore months ago, would be perfect. I really like that one.

     -Are you taking me somewhere fancy?

     -Yes.

      You were checking to make sure the dress was sitting correctly on your body when Victor walked into the room, “Beautiful,” all he said as he crossed the room, pulling a small rectangular box. Victor looked over your shoulder into the mirror. “Got you a present, sweetness.”

        “What’s the occasion?” You tried to keep your tone neutral, Victor opened the box and slipped his gift around your neck, he took his time fastening the necklace. “Victor this is the necklace I was looking at weeks ago.” He kissed the back of your neck, before encircling your waist with his arms. He smiled as you ran a finger over the pearls that now graced your neck.

              You had fallen asleep with the cat in your lap waiting for this Victor guy to come back and get it. The thought in your head as you had drifted off was, why am I not calling the cops? Though odds were good the cops were called by now, the shots were quite loud.

              “Hey, Sweetness.” You felt a hand gently shake you. “Not long before the cops arrive. I need to not be here. Just came back to tie up some loose ends.” He smiled and you felt a knot forming in your gut, oh god he came back to kill me, was the first thought in your head. “What’s with that look, (y/n)?”

            “Loose ends,” you managed to squeak out. He chuckled softly.

          “I packed up your stuff, you can’t stay here, it’s not safe for you.” He poked your nose gently. “Relax, I only have to kill you if you stay here. So, I need you to go make sure that I got all your stuff while I clean the room. Can you do that for me, (y/n)?”  You nodded quickly.

                Victor had been quite thorough in his packing, he told you there was no time to change clothes, all you really wanted was to put on pants. He told you that covering your legs would be a crime and told you to grab the cat. When you asked about the cat hair, he opened a window. “Shouldn’t I go to the desk to check out,” you asked as he led you to the rear exit of the building.

               “He has been instructed to forget you were ever here. I paid your bill for you.” You wondered if you should point out that you paid on check-in. You did mention your rental car, Victor held up the keys to it.

                As you exited the hotel, Victor tossed the keys and a lady clad in black leather caught them. No words were exchanged, but she did arch her eyebrow when she saw you. He took you to another car, threw your bag in the back seat, then held the cat while you got into the car. “Who w--”

               “Less you know the safer you are Sweetness.” placed the cat in your lap, “Understand?”

               “Yes,” He leaned closer, wait is he going to kiss me? Your pulse sped up at the thought. Victor chuckled softly at your reaction.