You and your fathers cackled after you slammed your hand of cards on the table and scooped the bets piled in the center toward you. The gang of villains shouted curses, threats, and obscenities as you mocked, doing anything you could to get under their skin. “Your kid’s a cheater! This isn’t over!” The Joker addressed Roman alone and you chuckled without hesitation.
“Looks pretty over to me.” You shoveled your winnings—money and jewels, among other things—into your bag until the Joker pulled a gun on you.
“Hand it over, kid.” He threatened, ignoring the guns now pointed at him. You felt a hand on your shoulder—Victor’s—and he gently spoke to you.
“What do we do in this situation, y/n?” Your father asked. You smiled just as wide as the Joker and slowly moved to dump the bag on the table, revealing a gun you had stored prematurely. A swift movement and the Joker now had a gun pointed right back at him. The other Rogues and crime bosses watched intently, waiting for a trigger to be pulled. Joker dropped his arm and laughed deeply.
“Ah, but isn’t cheating just another form of winning?” Joker nodded and holstered his weapon in the waistband of his pants. “Great game, Junior. Can’t wait for the next one.” You and your fathers watched as he left and exchanged amused glances.
“Great job, sweetheart.” Roman patted your back. “I think it’s time we head home.”
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prompt: anonymous: “Heyy can I get dear theodosia from Hamilton with papa Roman and Vic? Thank you!”// Dear Theodosia - Lin-Manuel Miranda, Leslie Odom Jr.
God, the day that Roman and Victor got you was one of the best days of their lives. They’d wiped out some pesky competition and were able to start their own family without fail. Sure, you were the competition’s child, but you wouldn’t remember that, not at all.
So in the coming years, Roman and Vic raised you as their own. Wild, ruthless, and influential. You were their dream child. Everything they could have asked for. In your younger years, they could barely keep away from you.
“Hush, they’re sleeping!” Roman whisper-yelled above your tiny bed as you slept safe and sound under your two-thousand dollar comforter and sheets. Only the best for their baby.
“I’m hushing, okay!” Zsasz whisper-yelled back as you began to stir. They clutched onto each other in fear, hoping that they didn’t just wake you, but you settled down once more and the two of them gushed over how adorable you were.
“We picked a good one, didn’t we?” Roman leaned his head onto his husband’s shoulder and smiled proudly, wrapping his bathrobe a little tighter.
“Oh, yeah. For sure.” Vic kissed his husband on the forehead, scared to look away from you for even a second. He was worried he’d miss something.
“We’re going to make Gotham amazing for them, you know?” Roman mumbled. “Years from now, y/n’s going to be ready to take over the family business. I can already tell that their going to be great in this business.”
“You think so, honey?” Victor smirked at the idea of you doing heading the business and itnwas so clear in his mind, you would blow everyone away with your unsurfaced skillset. There was still time to teach you everything, after all. You were only four.
“I know so. We’re going to raise y/n so good, we’ll make all the other kids and their parents jealous, just you wait, my dear. I’m going to be so much better than my piece of shit father!” Roman explained, walking over to the head of your bed to give you a goodnight kiss. Victor did the same on the other side of the bed and called it a night, only lingering around for another minute or so. “Goodnight, y/n, sweet dreams...”
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You were finally of age to dip your toes in the water of your family business, and it wasn’t at all what you expected. There were still things that your dads were hiding, but you knew you’d unlock the full truth soon enough.
“Ugh, look at you! So professional, you make you Papas proud!” Roman gushed while leading you around the club. “Look at my child, everyone! All grown up, can you believe it?” The clubgoers ended up clapping for you as your Papa Roman paraded you around.
“When is Papa Vic going to get here?” You leaned over and asked your dad. Roman stretched his arm out to reveal his watch from under his fancy suit jacket.
“Should be any minute now, sweetheart. Let’s sit.” You seated yourself across from your dad and, speak of the devil, here comes Papa Vic. “My darling! Come sit!” Roman scooted over for his husband and Vic sat down pronto.
“My child, how is your first day of work?” Papa Vic smiled as Roman traced his gaze up and down his husband’s side. He slowly leaned in, giving the impression of a kiss, but...
“You’ve got blood on your shirt, love. Change. Now.” Roman instructed as you stared at the two of them.
“Ah, sorry, y/n/n, be right back!” Vic dashed out of the room to hide the blood from you, he couldn’t let you in on those kind of secrets this early in your career.
“How unusual. Wonder if we’ll ever see him again.” You chuckled and looked up to Papa Roman.
“Y/N, may I just say...” Your dad started, leaning just a bit forward with a teeny smirk. “You’re a natural at this.”
prompt: anonymous: “Dude like I know you already did one Roman and Victor request with Hamilton, but can you also do “you’ll be back” pretty please?”
You couldn’t believe that you had been in the dark for all these years. Your fathers were nothing but criminals. They ruined lives, ended them, and tormented whoever they felt like. It was disgusting to you.
“I’m leaving!” You announced dramatically as you packed the what you could fit in your bag. “I can’t be apart of this sick family any longer.” Your fathers watched you with two opposite expressions, Victor was beyond worried about you leaving, but Roman had a smile on his face...
“Why aren’t you freaking out, Roman?” Papa Vic whispered to his husband while biting on his nails.
“Because this won’t last long.” Papa Roman chuckled as you pushed in between them and stomped toward the front door.
“You two need serious help.” You muttered as you grabbed the doorknob, but Vic grabbed your wrist and you whipped your head around.
“We love you so much, y/n.” He tried to convince you to stay, you couldn’t handle the world without them, at least that’s what he thought. Truth be told, you were invincible out there as a Sionis-Zsasz.
“It doesn’t matter how much you love me, that won’t wash the blood from your hands.” You glared between your dads.
“But soap and water does the trick.” Roman shrugged just to push your buttons. He hadn’t even tried to stop you from leaving your home, it was obvious he didn’t care if you left or not. You debated snapping back, but just groaned and walked right out the door, slamming it full-force behind you.
“Babe?” Vic turned to Roman with tears in his eyes, fearing that he’d lost you forever.
