A m!reader or gn! Reader with zsasz? (Smut if you’re comfortable) breaking into Penguins house looking for info and Zsasz catches them
Caught || Victor Zsasz
[Victor Zsasz x M!Reader]
Summary: you get caught by Zsasz that results in the you and the assassin participating in flirty banter
Warnings: sexual innuendo, violence, held captured, knife stuff
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A/N: I haven’t watched Gotham in ages and I’m tired so I apologise if it’s rubbish. I’m also sorry this took so long. Also no smut for male readers cause I don’t want to make it seem like I’m sexualising the relationship and also idk how to write them
You knew it was a dangerous mission, but you took it anyways. Tabitha hired you to find any information that could assist in bringing down Penguin and she was offering big bucks.
Slowly, you snuck through the window of the office and let your eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere. You head straight for the desk; you knew Penguin would not be so stupid to have his dark secrets spilled out on the desk for anybody to find but you had to start somewhere. The papers were stacked neat upon the in table and you flicked the through them quickly but only found bills and receipts, just as you expected.
Moving to the bottom draw, you feel a floorboard creak beneath your foot. You knew it was cliché but you moved and lifted the wooden panel to find a large tin box. “Jackpot,” you whisper under your breath.
“Jackpot indeed,” another voice chuckled before you were knocked out.
Your eyes slowly opened. You must be wearing a blind fold because you couldn’t see your surroundings. “Shit,” you murmur. You couldn’t believe that you were caught.
“Have a nice sleep?” The voice spoke again.
“Tell me who you are,” you demand.
“Alright, Zsasz,” he chuckles, “you could’ve just asked though, no need for the attitude.”
“Oh yeah; no need for attitudes. I’m just tired to a chair and blindfolded,” you scoff. You had heard of Zsasz, everyone has. He is notorious for being the most sadistic sociopath in Gotham, which is quite the accomplishment.
“You’re a snarky one, aren’t you?” He sniggers, “If it makes you feel better you look hot tied up.”
“Did you just- are you flirting with me?” The shock in your voice was evident.
Zsasz chuckled once more, “You wouldn’t blame me if you saw yourself.”
“Take this blind fold off then,” You shrug. You were about to open your mouth to speak again but was stopped when you felt the cold metal of a blade being dragged across your cheek before cutting the fabric over your eyes.
You blinked hard four times as you eyes settled to the bright room. You must have been out for the whole night.
“Ta-Da!” Zsasz smirks. You examine the assassin before you; admiring the black fashion that adorned him. You also took in account the weapons that decorated he belt. “Checking me out, huh?”
“Just finding a way to get out of here,” you smile smugly up at him.
He shakes his head, “you can try but you will not succeed.”
“We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” You roll your eyes. You flinch as a strong gloved hands held your chin and jolts your head up.
“You have such gorgeous eyes,” he hums before revealing the small knife in his other hand, “it’ll be a shame if I had to remove them.”
“What do you want?” You sigh in -embarrassing quick- defeat.
“That’s better, handsome,” Zsasz stepped back, letting your chin go, “I want to know why you were snooping around the boss’ office. Who sent you?”
“What makes you think I was sent?” You tilt your head.
“Since Penguin has no affiliation with you and you obviously look like a common thief so why would you go to his office when it is public knowledge the valuables are upstairs?” he shrugs.
You blinked.
“Oh come on, pretty boy,” he sighs dramatically (you blush at the nickname), “it’s Penguin who wants to know. I was happy to kill you right there and then. So who sent you?”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” you smile smugly up at him. You decided to play along with his flirting game.
You weren’t expecting the assassin to do it but he held your chin once more and brought your lips together but it only lasted fifteen seconds. “So. Who sent you?” You looked up at him wide eyed with blushing cheeks. “Oh come one, handsome, a deal is a deal.”
“This woman at the Siren,” you break the eye contact and look down to the carpeted floor.
“Which woman?” He presses for more information. He moved to stand behind you and held your shoulders, the contact making you jump a little.
“I don’t know her name.”
“Yes you do.”
“I don’t!”
“Hmmm.. yeah you do.”
“This woman just walked up to me and knew who I was.”
“Barbara or Tabitha.”
“What?”
“The Siren, right?” He leans forward so his face was beside yours, “so was it Barbara Kean or Tabitha Galavan?”
“I didn’t catch her name, sorry,” you shrugged.
“Oh honey,” you for his hot breath on your neck, “this is gonna be a long night.
