After waking in a hospital, you are infuriated. How could you be so stupid! Getting shot twice! Unthinkable, especially for you. Anger surges through you, more than the pain from the wounds.

Bruce Wayne, and his butler, stand by the hospitable bed. Struggling to sit up, you look at them.

"What are you doing here. Shouldn't you be off spending money, or something."

"Well, since I'm the one paying for your surgery, I figured that I should see if you are okay." The rich kid retorts.

You roll your eyes, and get out of the bed.

"Well, you didn't have to come. You'll blow my cover." You reply sarcastically.

"What's your 'cover'?" He says, raising his eyebrows.

"You said that you didn't want him finding out, right?" 

He nods at your statement.

"Then, to him, I'm just the uninterested person, who 'happened' to save his butt. Twice. When no one else would. I'm just a random goody-two-shoes to him, unless he sees you two here. . . He doesn't know I'm here, right?"

Bruce shrugs.

"Don't contact me in public again. Okay?" He nods, and they walk away.

~

Back at your desolate home, you look over the notes you've taken of Jim, so as to better protect him. 

Unfortunately, you were hospitalized for two days, and in that time Jim managed to get into trouble again. Somehow, in his stupid head, he thought that he could just waltz up to Falcone and, kill him you guess. It didn't work, but now you're here to protect him again.

Oh joy.

Sighing dramatically, you fix yourself a chocolate-sprinkle sandwich. Biting into it, you check your weapons, seeing if they have ammunition, checking for scratches, and cleaning each one. 

Playing one of your favourite playlists on the speaker loudly, you get ready. Your playlist is mainly heavy metal, house, and dub step. But mostly heavy metal.

You feel the presence of a man, possibly dangerous.

"Hey Jim, how's it go'in?" You say casually.

"How did-"

"Cut the crap! How'd you find me?" You flip your hair out of your face in indifference.

"I went to the hospital, figured you'd be there. The nurse told me your alias, and I dug around. Found an address."

Letting out a huff, you turn to face him with a long knife, about the size of your forearm, hanging limply in your hand.

"Please leave. Now, preferably." You glare at him.

"Why did you do it, huh?! Why would you risk your life to help me! You don't even know me!" He is quite angry, for no apparent reason other than you saving his life.

"Dude, chill out! I save your butt and this is how you say thank you!" Brandishing the blade, you step forward casually.

He sighs, "Sorry. But why would an assassin, known for her ruthless nature, help a cop? Hmm...?"

"Maybe I grew a conscious." You humph at him. He glares.

"It is not of your concern who I help, just don't get in my way." You come close to him and thrust the knife against his throat, restraining him in headlock type of hold.

"Leave now! Or else... Forget everything. And try to not be an idiot. Okay?" You gently, but quickly, drag the knife across his throat, in a sinister slicing motion.

To your shock, he leaves. You then slump on the couch, irritated.

~

After what seems like an eternity, you finally get laid-off. Well, you quit. Anyway, Bruce paid you, and released you from the contract.

So, naturally, you go home. You hadn't thought much about the deal you made with Victor, but now you remember. As you sigh heavily, you get your sweet leather jacket, and your weapons, saunter out of your house.

You don't know exactly where he would be, so you go to his bosses place: Falcone Manor. Not really an intimidating place for someone with your skill, but they tried their best. You walk up to the security guard, and ask to see Don Falcone. They let you in.

Falcone sits in a nice chair, in a luxuriously decorated room. You acknowledge him with a nod.

"Don Falcone."

"I am at a disadvantage, I don't know your name."

"Y/N L/N, at your service."

"The, Y/N? The assassin? Why are you here?" His voice is deep.

"I believe that you employ a Victor Zsasz? I'm looking for him."

"Why would you be looking for him?" His eyes narrow, suspicious.

"I'm fulfilling a deal we made." He picks up his phone, and presumably calls him. You swear that you faintly hear 'Funky Town' playing somewhere.

He enters the room shortly after.

Tall-ish, bald, striking. You smirk at his naturally wide eyes.

"I'll leave you to your business. I'm going to check on the chickens." He says to Victor, strolling out.

Victors eyes stare at you, not a hint of emotion. You probably look the same.

"My, my. I wasn't expecting you yet."

"My job ended sooner than I had first thought. Nice, isn't it." You taunt him, and he quirks an eyebrow.

"What? Not happy to see me? Is it 'cause I killed your two lackeys?" You give a little humph of indifference.

"They deserved it. They should've been more alert." 

You think he would be more offended, but, instead, he smiles broadly.

"I agree."

Then he motions to a door, and you follow, at ease. He leads you into a room filled with all of the weapons you could ever want, including a bazooka.

A soft gasp escapes your mouth. You see him watching your reaction, smirking. You fingers trace the hilt of a long sword, feeling the power of the steel. 

Inhaling deeply, you glance at him for permission, at his nod, you pick up the mighty weapon. Thrusting, and blocking an invisible intruder, your are quite pleased with the balance, and force.

"Keep it. It suits you."

"Thanks, I will." You grab the sheath, and put it around your waist, then put the sword in.

"Now what? I mean, what do you even do for Falcone?"

"I gather debts, punish, and enforce his rules. We wait for him to give us an assignment, then we execute it." 

Sounds boring, but hey any excuse to be near him. Wait, no! I didn't mean that! I swear! SHUT UP!  You yell inside your head, regaining a calm appearance.

"Okay."

An hour passes, filled with the almost poetic weapon testing, bringing joy to your heart. Then Zsasz's phone rings, and 'Funky Town' starts playing. You giggle silently, and eagerly await instructions.

"Come on. Time for initiation." He smiles, mesmerizing you.

~~~~~~~

So, there's a dude who owes big money, but he can't pay. The job is to punish him, severely.

You go in through the back, stealthily, while Victor barges through the front. Its a small house, but there are a lot of guards, they'll let Zsasz go through because he is known to work for Falcone, but you'll have to use force. 

Finally, whooping bad guys! Or, more like just guys, 'cause I'm not a good guy. . . Whatever, too confusing.

You pull out a small knife, stalking up to a guy with a gun. In a quick jerking motion, his blood spills to the ground, and a quiet gurgling sound greets your ears. 

Moving onto the next victim, you walk soundlessly down a long hall, ending another persons life in the process.

At the room where you can hear Victor threatening the debtor, you pull out the lengthy sword, relishing its power. Walking in casually, you thrust it through another guard, smiling.

The dude Victor is talking to casts his frightened gaze towards to you, as you silently clean off the blood. You meet his eyes with a sick smile, scaring him even more.

"I'LL GET THE MONEY! I SWEAR!" His voice ecstatic with unholy fear.

"You better." Zsasz says in his low voice, slowly. 

Man, he's hot when he's all scary. What! What am I saying? Somethings wrong with me.

Back at the manor, you face him with a passion unlike any other.

"You're good at your job, Zsasz." The closest thing to a compliment you could say.

He swiftly closes the small gap between you, gently kissing your mouth. Then he shoots an observer. You giggle, and kiss him back.

This will definitely be the beginning of a wondrous new job.

A/n -

Hope you all enjoyed! I apologize for the length. Please comment and request something, because I have writer's block! So, I'd appreciate it.

Have a nice night/day/whatever!