Before I begin I want to say thank you for the start of the follows and favourites that I've been getting. I'm super happy with that and also the fact day by day I get closer to finishing university I have more time to write. However not to be needy, but I love reviews and a quick one would be highly appreciated!

Translucent by Immediate Music

A week had passed as Viola's training continued with the three assassins. Between the training, cooking for the whole house, playing the piano, tending the garden and now sitting in the meetings with Falcone, Viola was drained by the end of each day.

How little she knew that was going to change in a couple of days.

On the first day of the new week, Viola woke up and looked through the gap in her curtains, making out that the weather was going to be usual in Gotham. From that Viola became lost in her thoughts, drifting to her bodyguard. Her friend. Her…courter? She giggled slightly to herself as she sat up and hugged her knees and duvet, thinking how strange the new term was to call Victor. Viola had been with a few boys in her time, but that's what they were in the past, just boys.

She will admit, for the past months…no…past year she hasn't been in a relationship with a man, not alone hand holding. A year? Was it really? Viola soon realised why and had to laugh in her duvet. Obviously, people knew who she was, some were afraid, some were not. That was the bottom line. What wasn't, was Victor Zsasz. Viola guessed if a man or boy attempted to flirt with her in the past and saw the tally marked man, they went packing. Viola thought of Victor once more, she wasn't a fool, she had taken note of how close they had grown since Victor was hired nearly four years ago now. What she hadn't taken note of were the feelings she had begun to develop for him. She couldn't pinpoint when exactly, but she knew they were there.

Her life was a complicated one. But so was his. Combine that, it would cause an explosion. But would it be an explosion worth happening she thought? They weren't normal. Viola suddenly thought of her birthday. It was in autumn. October. It was currently September. She was going to be twenty-three. She thought of the last birthday gift she had gotten from him. She was barred from the kitchen till dinner with her mismatched but normal to her family.

Then Victor left the room.

Returning a few minutes later carrying a cake. It was Victoria sponge, her favourite. There was uneven icing on top where Victor had tried to decorate, but gave up and just added the candles.

Viola adored it.

It was a beautiful present. As was the new music sheets she got from him later that night.

Viola smiled at the memories and was broken from her train of thought when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Viola called as she got up.

The opened and Victor spoke, "Don Falcone requests you go with him to another 'family' meeting."

"Okay, give me a few minutes and we can go together," Viola said and flashed a quick smile and she prepared an outfit.

"I'm not coming," Victor said softly.

Viola stopped and looked at him. This was the first time in months since the Wayne Murder's that Victor was called for a job to do. The last one was three days prior, a person in Falcone's territory was shifting the Maroni's side. He doesn't shift anywhere now. "Oh, okay." Viola flashed another, but smaller, smile.

Victor knew she wasn't okay with it. Neither was he. The war between the Dons was at boiling point and he wasn't happy letting Viola walk out there and to a meeting. Especially with people like Mooney there. He had met people like her in his time, he wasn't impressed. "I need to go out and see a few people, on behalf of Don Falcone."

"It's okay Victor," Viola whispered as she walked to stand in front of him after dropping her clothes on her bed and stroked the left side of his face.

"Take a gun." He whispered.

Viola nodded and watched as Victor took a breath and sighed deeply, watching him visibly relax a little. He slowly raised his right hand and brushed her short hair out of her face and behind her ear. He placed his forehead against hers and both said nothing for a moment, till they slowly parted, smiled and released each other so that Victor could leave. Once he was gone, Viola got ready and to left.

The car ride was quiet. Viola sat opposite Falcone and was looking out the window. Falcone looked from his window to his ward. She looked so grown up, remembering the five-year-old he meant in the rundown, near-empty apartment. His ward had grown and matured before his eyes and the fatherly love inside him, wished she had stayed at the age of five. "I have noticed a change between you and Zsasz." He spoke up softly.

So this is why Victor was called to another job. Viola looked from her passing view to Falcone and said nothing.

So Falcone continued, "I know what the change is, not only have I gone through it, but many of my employers have to. With people, they shouldn't, with innocents or, with other employers. I cared not for their personal lives, but you, as my ward, I care."

"If there is a point, please get to it," Viola whispered, already feeling the dread set in.

"I do not know how I feel about this change. But I know this is new for both you and Zsasz. As your guardian, I want you both the tread lightly and think it through, that is all I ask. But this is something you must see through."

Viola had to ask, "Is it to show me that if it ends badly, I know not to make the same mistake."

Viola was surprised when Falcone shook his head. Leaning forward to gently grasp her hands, he said softly, "In this city, that feeling your feeling is rare to find. If you find it and know it is true, keep it. For this city has a knack for stealing it. But just know, if this change becomes something, Zsasz will get the treatment of a father."

They both laughed at the thought and nothing more was said, for there was no need. They stayed in that position for the rest of the ride.

Once they had arrived at the same warehouse, the talks began of a certain Cobblepot turning up alive and back in Gotham. On Maroni's side. Viola saw the anger and hint of panic on Fish Mooney's face and the temptation to smirk was hard. Falcone walked over to a truck and started looked at the chickens that he requested to be there, stroking one and handed it back to the driver as Fish exclaimed, "This cannot stand! Gordon must die! Bullock must die! Cobblepot must die, today!"

Falcone began looking at another chicken and didn't reply. Viola smirked now. Falcone had been acting more chipper this week but she thought nothing of it. Finally, Falcone asked when handing the next chicken back, "And Maroni too I suppose?"

"If need be." Fish answered.

"You're overreacting my dear this Cobblepot, this penguin, is nobody. You want to start a war over your umbrella boy?"

"He was on my hip the whole time. He. Knows. Things." Fish pressed. Viola took note of that, wondering why those three words were so important.

She had to ask, "Like what Fish?"

Fish Mooney looked at her like she just realised the ward of Falcone was there as well. Fish replied like she was talking to a ten-year-old Viola, "Nothing of concern dear." Viola just smirked and hummed, making Fish frown at her.

"If it's nothing then, go to Maroni and ask politely. Politely." Falcone inputted. Nikolai was about to cut in and was cut off before he began by the Don, "Its fine Nik." He turned to Fish, "Where's Gordon? I thought you were bringing him?"

"No," Fish replied, looking around like the detective was about to step out of the shadows and turned back to Falcone, "He's at work like nothing is wrong."

"I'll send Victor," Falcone replied and turned back to the chickens. Viola walked up to his side and watched the other 'family' members walk back to their cars, not missing Nikolai place his hands on Fish's butt cheek. "Call Victor, then get on home, I need to finish up here," Falcone said softly to her. Viola nodded and glancing at the members once more, and seeing them looking back and talking, Viola turned back to the car and left.

Viola didn't see Victor for the rest of the day. So it was a weird but nice surprise to wake up and see him looking at all her prized trinkets on display. "Why do you have so many crystals?" He asked, with his back to her.

"I like them," Viola replied pushing the duvet off and scooting closer to him. That was what her trinkets were, all crystals. Victor let out a hum as he turned and looked down at her and smiled, which she happily returned, seeing him in only socks and rolled up sleeved shirt. Viola's smile soon turned to a frown when she gently grasped his arm to see a new tally against nearly old healed ones.

Victor grabbed her hands as he knelt in front of her, "I need to know what you're thinking."

"I'm not sad," Viola began, knowing Victor could see the truth in that, "I know they are a part of you, even the ones in the future. Just…having a look."

Victor smiled softly at her, "You're a weirdo." He said after a beat.

Viola laughed which led to Victor joining in, "That makes two of us." Their laughs soon stopped and realised how close they were. A man, starting to cover in dots of tally marks in a near completed suit piece, staring at a woman, her untamed blonde bed hair with her baggy t-shirt and jogging bottoms as sleepwear. They began to inch closer to each other when they heard raised voices downstairs.

They quickly pulled away and Victor left the room. Viola quickly dressed in a pale yellow simple dress that clung to her and brushed her hair. Leaving her room, she went downstairs and reached the lounge, walking in to see two men aiming guns at her family. "Detective Gordon." She greeted, which somehow confused the man.

"I'm detective Bullock if anyone cares enough to remember." The second man with a gun piped up after a moment of silence.

Viola replied, "I'm sorry, hello detective Bullock." The detectives were unsure of aiming their guns to at the young woman. "May I ask why for the…guns?" She motioned the weapons in their hands.

"Don Falcone is under arrest." Detective Gordon replied.

"Then you'll have to do the same to me detectives, for my guardian will not leave alone, which won't be happening," Viola replied with a smile.

Detective Bullock let out a small gasp as he suddenly realised who she was, "Your Don Falcone's ward, rumoured adopted daughter, Viola Blake. Last I saw you were-"

"When I was five yes, for I remember you, Harvey. You tried to get me chocolate from the vending machine but I watched it get stuck and you kicked and shouted at it. Falcone brought me to the station, then here and since then this house and everyone under this roof is my family and home."

"Then you're under arrest too." Detective Gordon announced and aimed his gun at Viola.

"I'm…afraid not," Viola replied, a second later Victor with other men walked in, guns aimed at the lesser looking detectives, holding a scared, blonde woman by the arm and thrust her into Gordon's arms, making him lower his gun to catch her. Viola was slightly confused by the new guest but didn't question it out loud.

The rest was a blur of talking and movement, but once the ordeal was over, Victor pulled Viola aside. "There is a woman in the kitchen." Viola looked at him for a moment and made a beeline towards the kitchen and threw it open, seeing a woman around her age in the kitchen. In one of her sanctuaries.

Viola could feel Victor behind her, "Who are you?" She demanded.

The woman began to stutter but fell silent when Falcone walked in from another door, "This is Liza, and I met her a week ago and invited her round."

A week ago, when Falcone's attitude changed. "Invited her to clean and cook for you?" Falcone said nothing and Viola turned her gaze to the woman, "You look familiar." Liza looked like a deer caught in headlights. Without another word, Viola went to her piano room with Victor closely behind. He gently shut the door.

"What's wrong?" He finally asked.

Viola was silent for a moment, everything was happening too fast, too quick, she was losing control of what to keep an update on. "Stay close to me Victor," Viola whispered once she had stopped her pacing and looked out the window. "Time I got control of the order in this house."