You are most certainly one of the best assassins in all of Gotham. Scratch that, the whole world. So upon hearing this information, everyone wants to hire you. This is good for business. You only take jobs from the highest bidders. This is also good for business.

You lay low: unnoticed by society. No one knows your where a bouts, only those who are prepared to pay the price.

So when Bruce Wayne, one of the richest people you have ever heard of, comes wanting you to protect someone, not kill them, you're surprised.

"I want you to protect this man." He says, pointing to a picture of Jim Gordon, someone who has a lot of bad people on his back.

"I have more than enough money. It shouldn't be a problem." The young rich-guy says. His butler/bodyguard standing beside him.

"I'm an assassin. I don't keep people safe." You retort, but your gaze wanders over to the bundle of money in his hand.

"How long do I have to protect him for? Do I get reimbursed for any damages to my person or equipment?" You're always cautious when dealing with these people.

In the end, you have a job, that'll pay well, and possibly be the death of you. 

You're thrilled.

Not long after you made this deal, Jim seriously ticked-off Carmine Falcone, and Falcone sent Victor Zsasz to collect him from the GCPD. 

So here you are. Awaiting the fight.

You've had your eyes on Jim the whole day, and now he's talking to Sarah Essen, the police commissioner. You know trouble is brewing, and now you see the source of your problems.

He is bald, with cold eyes, and he looks slightly insane. He saunters around, staring at the officers in a crazed way. Then he gets onto a desk. 

This'll be fun.

He starts talking, but you hardly even listen. But you get the gist of it. Victor is supposed to take him in alive, he threatens to cut off his arms, Jim refuses, blah, blah, blah. You guess it's pretty intense, cause then everyone leaves. Except for you, obviously.

A gunfight is just what I need right now *mentally cracks neck and fingers*

You prepare yourself for the fight about to commence, then stand up from your hiding place.

"Hey y'all, how 'bout we get this party started with a bang?" You say, walking casually over to Jim.

"And just who are you?" Victors says with utter annoyance, his hench-women ready with their guns. You decide to go after them first.

"That is not your concern, Victor." You smirk at him. 

I'll draw first blood.

You shoot one of the two women in the head, and dash for a table, nocking it over, and then hiding behind it. Then, everything goes berserk. 

Guns going off, Jim runs to you, managing to get shot in the leg as well. You glance at him, motioning your head to them. He points to where one assailant is. You steady the gun in your hand, and shoot at the person, while Jim reloads. You hit the other woman in the chest.

Jim is bleeding pretty badly, so you nod at a door. He shakes his head 'no', but you glare at him, so he goes. He runs out, managing to get shot again. 

This dude is practically a magnet.

After he disappears, you follow him, shooting furiously at Victor. But, you miss, and he hits your thigh. You clench your teeth, partly from pain, and mostly from anger. This was only the third time you were ever hit on a mission. Granted, Victor Zsasz is also one of the best in your field.

You make it into the stair way and go down, following the trail of blood that Gordon left behind. You sprint, wary of a pursuing Zsasz.

Emerging into a parking lot area, with a lot of police cars, you hide by the door, ready to attack. Not seeing Jim, you guess he's also hiding. When Zsasz gets out here, he is very cautious. Looking every which way, but he doesn't see me.

"Jim?" He walks through the vehicles, creepy eyes searching for him. He spots another trail of blood and starts to follow, when you interrupt with the best distraction you can think of.

"Hey Zsasz-y! Where are your girlfriends? I thought they could handle the heat?" You were trying to goad him to focus on you, and it was working (kind of). He brings his wide eyes over to you, and you grimace from the pain in your thigh, but mask it with a wide grin of victory.

"Who are you?! Tell me!" He practically screeches at you, and your insane grin builds up.

"Oh, I'm just passing through. You know, on a short business trip. It's a real pity your girls got in my way..." You continue smirking, even when you can see Jim silently making his way out.

"Why are you siding with him? He's nothing but trouble." He actually doesn't seem to mind that you killed his associates.

"Meh, what's life without a little trouble now an' then." You say, shrugging. 

He tilts his head, "Yeah."

Jim is almost out, but Zsasz turns around and shoots him again before you could do anything. Suddenly, a car speeds in, and the occupants take Gordon, and shoot at you and Zsasz. Apparently they think you two are a team. 

Idiots!

They hit you in the left shoulder, and pain flares through your senses, again. Then they drive off. Crap! I'm stuck with him, and I'm the only injured one. I'm dead for sure.

You race up to his backside, knife in hand. Before you could say "Aw heck", he had you trapped against him, your weapon on the ground.

"Do it." You taunt. No one will ever say I wasn't brave. No sir-ee. Not me...

"I'm not done with you yet. No, you killed my workers. You'll pay."

"Sorry. I don't have money." You spit at him, vengefully.

"I'll need a replacement." He flips you around, so that you face him.

"I already have a job." You wheeze at him.

"I believe you were just fired."

"Let me rephrase. I will not work for you. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"Really?" His eye glint at you, and then you remember that he is quite excellent at the brain-washing of people unwilling to submit. Fear tightens your gut, and it somehow hurts your bullet wounds.

"My em-employer would be most upset if I quit so sud-uddenly." Pain is rather irritating right now.

He narrows his eyes, in diastase.

"But, after this job, I would be overjoyed to join you." He then smiles at you.

"It's a deal. You finish your job now, then you will work for me, until I let you go. Clear?" You're beginning to pass out, so you nod. He starts walking off.

I wonder what that's about?

Then you go unconscious.

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