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"No one can know, don't you know? No one can know what she is to him, because that's a weakness, and he doesn't do weakness." Victor Zsasz. The very definition of detached. He doesn't do emotion, he doesn't do feelings, or so he thought. Novella Owens. She isn't special, at least according to her. He shouldn't have noticed the girl with the lilac colored hair, but he did. Victor should have stayed in that night. He didn't need the money from the mission, but it was a job-and he loved his job. It was supposed to be quick and easy, in and out but it wasn't. Novella had a job, everyone does in Gotham some more legal than others. She had one of the most boring jobs in the whole city, an intern at the GCPD. She shouldn't have left the room when she heard gunshots, but she did. And now...no one can know. •*•*•*• Started: June 12, 2018 Finished: TBD
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