This place scared him at first. Who wouldn't feel fear knowing the zombies were out the door, down the hall, in the cells or watching you from the outside, thinking themselves superior?
He knew what they truly were. He was doing them favors, taking them from their lives and sending them to a better place, a place outside of Gotham. But no one could see his genius. They called him mad for even thinking such things, for taking the time to remember each of the people he saved by carving their own little line on his skin.
He rubbed absentmindedly at the patch of unaltered skin on his body, the Batman's place. It was special, just for him, because he really needed to be saved. But the idiot couldn't get it, wouldn't let him help. And now look where he is, Victor Zsasz, just another worthless inmate at an Asylum where the real lunatics are the ones working there. Especially that Young woman – something was off with her. And those guards, daily torment, how he wishes he could reach a few centimeters further out the cell and strangle that Eddie's throat…
He knew who he was going after first if he escaped.
No, when. When he escaped.
Some Victor Zasz for all you folks. Once I get out of school I'll make sure to write up the story I've been writing in my notebook. Enjoy for now, though!