#team penguin

I don’t know what this is. I do, but I don’t. Context will be provided only upon request. I tried out starting from the middle of an idea rather than the beginning, and it’s been so long since I’ve written or even read my own work that I don’t know if this even sounds like my own work, and I know I’m gonna edit this to hell and back and drive myself insane, but. Hey. WORDS. I made words. That’s a start.

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“You want me to fuck him up?”

She snapped her head back to him but only looked curious, tilting it to the side. “What, like, kill him?”

Victor shrugged. “Eventually.” He had been itching for a mark lately. Oswald was just as particular as Roman had been about the when and where of Victor selecting his own targets (and even more so the who) and didn’t provide nearly as many himself. “But I mean, y’know, scare him, mess him up. Hurt him.”

Masami’s head tilted further, birdlike. (Fucking songbird.) “You’d do that? If I asked?”

Victor shrugged again, a little glad she hadn’t said “For me?” “Sure.”

It was what he did. Well. Not what he did on his own but what he was willing to do when directed. And he was good at it, even enjoyed it. They deserved it, after all. Death was a gift he granted the suffering masses, but some people needed to endure a little more horror before receiving that reward: especially the ones that interfered with the people Victor was responsible for.

And now by word of Penguin himself, that category included the fucking birdie–though Victor could admit he’d made peace with the idea beforehand. His little stunt in the Lounge had been proof enough of that. (But it still would have been weird if she’d said “For me?”)

“It was a dick move,” he offered as explanation, interpreting her silence as a need for one. “He’s got it comin’.”

“Mm.” She kept staring at him with her head canted, blinking slowly, one corner of her mouth tugging into the faintest smile, still curious but now also… amused. Appraising. Victor very deliberately didn’t think about how familiar that look was or on exactly whose face he’d seen it before. “That’s… sweet.”

She tipped her neck back to a human angle and took another glance down the street before spinning right back on him, smile suddenly all canines and mischief. “Could I watch?”