AN: Sorry, Rachel, Zsasz belongs here. The guy carves tally marks on himself for KILLING PEOPLE. He ENJOYS it. What makes you think he's 'normal crazy'? If it had been practically anyone else, you'd have had a point. But it wasn't, and that is why I laughed when you were poisoned.
Christineoftheopera-Of course.
Katherine-I have remarkable self-restraint. And he wouldn't get it anyway.
Dawes annoys him. He doesn't mind a little professional argument, and sometimes she has a point (too many more points and she'll have to go), but she's just…so…dense.
Zsasz is living proof. Two days here and he's tried to kill somebody-an orderly bringing food. Two. Days. This is his first therapy session, and Jonathan's never been more grateful for sedatives.
He'd considered saying no, no drugs, but then there was the near-stabbing-with-a-spork and Kitty had begged him to at least give him something. Being stabbed did not sound fun, nor did the inevitable 'I told you so' should he survive.
Zsasz is nice and relaxed now, but not so out of it he can't speak coherently. Although Jonathan is beginning to wish he couldn't.
"Cutting and cutting and cutting…"
He started describing his latest kill-someone got on Falcone's bad side-but he's a little hung up on the dismemberment part. The two orderlies are eyeing each other nervously, but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Mr. Zsasz?"
He looks up and grins.
"Hi, Doc."
"Seems like you got a little lost there." Be nice. Helpful doctor. A goddamn saint. "Do you remember what we were talking about?"
Zsasz tries to nod, but his head ends up sort of…flopping. The effect makes him look like an ugly rag doll.
"You'll have a mark too, Doctor. Don't worry." One finger comes up and jabs his chest. "Right there. You'll always be close to my heart."
That sounds incredibly unappealing, actually.
"I think that'll be all for today, Mr. Zsasz." God, he has to have Kelly in next, she always gives him a migraine… "Take him back to his cell, please."
"Bye, Doctor Craaane." Zsasz calls as he's strapped into his cart. "See you next time."
Next time he'll have the camera rolling, to take video for dear Miss Dawes. That should show her that sometimes people really do need to be here.
THE END
