Being the youngest daughter of Don Falcone can be cool, but everything has its drawbacks.

You can't go anywhere without a bodyguard babysitting you. Honestly! You're graduated, and you can't even have a job because daddy's scared someone might target you to get to him. Ugh, it's infuriating!

So, you always take it upon yourself to ditch your guard whenever it's possible. It's not that hard, and your guard is actually the worst. Sure he's big and intimidating, but he's thick.

You can ditch him with the snap of your fingers. He'll look away for a second, and you're gone.

Today is no different.

"Father, I'm going shopping. Be back tonight ok?" You say flippantly, grabbing your purse.

"Shopping all day?" Falcone asks, raising his eyebrows in suspicion.

You look at him in a way that screams 'duh'.

"Well then, Jacob will take you." He points to the large man standing behind you.

You smile innocently, "Of course."

"I expect you won't lose him again." Your father says, a threat clear in his voice and mannerisms, but your smile never falters.

"Naturally."

-At the Mall-

You've been walking for quite awhile in the dingy mall, looking at clothes, jewelry, and other random stuff.

It's time, you decide.

You start walking towards the washroom, taking with you the small bag containing your favourite type of perfume, and a pair of fuzzy socks. You didn't actually want to buy anything, but you figured that it'd be weird if you went shopping and didn't buy anything.

Jacob starts walking with you, but you stop and look at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Guarding you."

You look at him like he's the biggest idiot in the whole world, "I don't think you there's any danger waiting for me in the ladies room."

He looks uncertain, but you glare at him. He finally nods and stays put as you walk towards the restroom, bag in hand.

As soon as you enter, you head straight for the window at the far end of the room. It's always unlocked, so you simply open it and hop out into the gloomy street.

You've gone this route many times, so you feel perfectly confident as you walk away from the mall.

As soon as you're away form the building, you start to run, giddy with freedom. No one following, no one watching, no one judging. Just you and the strangers on the streets.

You wander around, glancing at the pickpockets and purse thieves, and smile. This is Gotham, this is home.

Walking past an alleyway, you are suddenly snatched by cold dirty hands. A man stands in front of you, clearly an amateur, and brandishes a knife.

You smile politely at the man, as he tells you to hand over your purse. You act like you're obeying, but, in secret, you grasp your gun hidden next to your purse.

You pull in on the man calmly, and motion for him to leave you alone. He looks at you, frightened, and then dashes away.

You chuckle. You don't need a bodyguard, you're perfectly fine on your own.

Sauntering around like you own the place, you enjoy the taste of freedom. Then you walk by a vendor, and a man bumps into you.

"Watch it!" The man grumbles, and you just stare at him like 'seriously?'.

"For the record, you ran into her Harvey." Another voice says, and you smirk.

"I almost didn't recognize you Harvey! What, you must have put on a few pounds? All those danishes perhaps?" You coo, smiling at the two men, Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock.

"Ah, well. If it isn't Y/n, our favourite Falcone. How you doin'?" Harvey says, biting into a pastry.

"I'm excellent, thank you."

"Shouldn't you have guards or something?" Jim asks.

You smirk, "I'm quite ok on my own, thank you very much."

They look as if they don't believe you, and you frown. "I'm not helpless you know. I'm a big girl who can take out any baddies that come her way. I wish father could see that..."

"Well, just be careful." Jim says.

You look at him, "I'm always careful Jimmy."

With that, you leave, still happy about being able to walk alone and converse with anyone you want.

Walking home was nice, and you enjoyed every second of it. But you dreaded coming home.

You walked past the guards at the gate and into the house. Don Falcone was pacing furiously, and when you entered he stopped.

"What were you thinking?!"

You know better than to say anything, but instead listen to his tirade. It lasts a long while, but he soon finishes with a few simple words.

"You are grounded."

Those words infuriate you.

In outrage, you speak up, "I'm not a child! You cannot simply ground me for taking a walk!"

His face remains calm, "Don't make me lock you in your room."

You clench your teeth and growl, "I'm an adult, and I can take care of myself."

"You are dismissed," He commands, motioning towards the door.

You let out an irritated huff, and walk away, clenching your fists. All the doors are guarded, so you wander to the basement, where you can maybe find some peace.

But, when you reach the stairs, you can hear grunting and screams of pain. You sigh, and walk downstairs anyways.

The source of the grunting is Victor Zsasz, and the screams are from his victim. A man in his late thirties maybe. Victor stops when he sees you. He looks at you and smirks a little.

You ignore them and walk into a different room, aware of Victor's stare following.

Placing your headphones over your ears, you play the music and faintly hear the sounds of the beating happening in the other room.

-Next Day-

Growing up in a crime family wasn't easy, but, you always met some interesting people. Your father tried to shield you, but you couldn't be kept from it. You've met all sorts of lowlifes, and have had dinner with the richest people in Gotham. You've even met the Maroni family on a few occasions.

And you've had the distinct pleasure (or displeasure, it's hard to tell) of meeting Victor Zsasz on multiple occasions. His eyes are emotionless, he has a weird sense of humour, and he most likely enjoys giving others pain. His whole head is completely bald, and he doesn't even have eyebrows! His appearance is scary, but attractive at the same time. Oh yeah, he is attractive, but in an odd way. And, you might have a tiny crush on him, but that's not important.

Anyways, today you decide to take a walk on the lawn, within sight of the guards at all times, unfortunately.

So, you wander around the grass before laying down by a tree.

Closing your eyes, you imagine a different life filled with different people.

"Ahem," Someone clears their throat, and you reluctantly open your eyes to find Victor Zsasz looking down at you.

"The Don wants to speak with you."

You sigh and sit up.

A pale hand reaches down towards you, an offering of help. You look up briefly, and decide to take it.

He helps you up, and a small buzz of electricity goes through you at his touch. Blushing, you lead the way back to the house.

Once inside, your father greets you pleasantly. You nod and stand before him.

Falcone sighs, "I know how hard it is to be in your position, and I hope you understand that all I do is for your protection."

You open your mouth to argue, but he continues, "I think it's time I let you make your own decisions, and give you a little more freedom."

Hardly believing your ears, you begin to smile, but he continues again, "On one condition."

Your heart sinks, but you nod for him to continue.

"You have to train with Victor for a month. I want you to know how to defend yourself in case something ever happens."

You start to protest, but his glare stops you.

"If you do, then I won't make you keep a bodyguard."

The idea of being completely free is too good to pass up, so you accept.

You warily glance at Victor. His face is mostly expressionless, except the faintest grin pulling at his lips, as if he knows that you can't resist this opportunity.

"Fine, I accept."

-Two Weeks In-

You body aches with every movement you make, even breathing. You trained extensively on many things. Hand to hand combat, shooting various types of guns, knife work, and just basic work outs, and you are so tired of it. But, you have to admit that Victor is a good teacher and you've learned many important things.

Now, you are an even greater force to be reckoned with.

But right now, you lay on the floor of the basement and breathe heavily. Zsasz leans against the wall with a large smirk plastered on his face.

"You've improved." He says.

You wheeze, "Thanks."

"Again."

You groan incoherently, but stand to your feet anyways and prepare to fight Victor Zsasz hand to hand.

You face him, and wait for him to make the first move. After a few minutes of tense circling, he throws a deft punch which you barely dodge before you throw a strong right hook. He doges it and lands a blow to your gut.

You gasp as if in a great amount of pain and crumple over, and he stops his assault and looks at you with wide eyes.

As soon as he lets his guard down, you kick his legs out from underneath him and watch in victory as he falls onto the floor.

He sweeps your legs out, though, so that you're both lying on the floor. You instantly climb onto him, your arm over his throat.

"I win."

Just as the words left your mouth, he rolled over so that he was on top of you, his hands on the mat next to your head to support him.

You both breathe heavily and gaze into each other's eyes. The air seems to thicken with intense heat, and you can hear your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

You lift your head so that your lips are just below his. His eyes are glued to yours, and yours to his. He lowers his head and tentatively meets your lips with his.

The kiss starts soft and gentle, a small candle's flame, but soon grows into a raging wildfire of passion.

Your hands clutch his back, as he flips around so that you're on top of him again. His hands run through your hair, and over your back.

"What is going on here?"

The cold tone of your father's voice reaches your ears, and you regretfully break away from Victor's embrace.

"Um, Victor was-uh-just showing me some, uh..." You trail off, uncertain what to say.

"Sorry boss," Victor adds, standing to his feet and helping you up.

"Y/n, what have you to say for yourself?" Falcone continues, evidently irked.

"Uhhhhhhhh..."

His face is stoic, but you know he is furious beneath the surface.

You lick your lips, "I beat Victor..? And then we just kind of got carried away, and I-" you glance shyly at Victor-"I really like him father."

He stops glaring and looks thoughtful for a moment before looking directly at Zsasz, "Victor?"

"I like her, boss." He replies without breaking a sweat.

You blush.

"Hmm... I trust you'll take care of her."

"Of course."

Falcone sighs, "You have my blessing." And then he walks away.

You stare after him in shock, and then look back at Vic, "Want to go for a drink sometime?"

"Sure, my place, seven." He replies before walking after Falcone.

You smile and walk up the stairs with him. Who knew training with Victor could be such a great thing?

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Sorry it's so long.