A/N

My lovely tumblr followers prompted me to write a Zsasz/OC fic since he doesn't get nearly as much love and attention as he deserves.

This chapter might seem a little slow but I just want to establish a bit of my OC Maggie's character before exploring too much of the plot. It's also pretty darn difficult to write for Victor due to his lacking screen time; still, I gave it my best shot.

I'll try and get chapter 2 up as soon as I can so that the story progresses a little; this chapter is more of a prologue than anything yet I feel like it's essential for me to take my time. Hopefully you all enjoy!

Being a highly-skilled hitman, Victor Zsasz was able to watch his targets from afar, while being completely undetected. Nobody had ever sussed him out before it was too late; before Victor had completed his given task. As expected, Victor's abilities were incomparable and not one person had dared challenge him during a job – there was no point in trying to fight him after all. So he'd grown accustomed to his life in the mob business; quietly working through job after job, only having connections and not friends. None of that really bothered Victor though – how could he long for something that he'd never even experienced? It wasn't like Victor could miss a typical life because he hadn't had one ever. That highly unconventional life was the norm to him.

As for Margaret 'Maggie' Shaw, her life also wasn't aligned with that expected of a typical young woman. Like Victor, Maggie had chosen a life not fitting with traditionalism but she was trying her hardest to make it work – if not for her, then for those she valued most. Anyone who knew Maggie would've agreed that she was an utterly selfless person; juggling her part-time jobs as a librarian and barmaid with her full-time career as the carer of her ill father and two younger brothers. People would often pass her by on the street and, regardless of how drained or defeated she was feeling, Maggie would always make sure to muster up a smile. Even in her highly underpaid job, Maggie would treat everyone with the same politeness that she believed they all deserved; although she simply regarded herself as behaving like any normal human being would.

Since the new King of Gotham was incredibly studious, Oswald had requested a trip to Gotham's library; accompanied by Gabe and Victor, in the event of an emergency. As Oswald had Gabe search the shelves to retrieve his desired tomes, Victor decided to make the most of his time at the library. It wasn't like he had the spare time needed to become engrossed in a novel nowadays, but Victor had once been an avid reader; hence why he was content with strolling through the aisles, thoughtfully glancing over book covers and blurbs while his boss retrieved the necessary resources.

"Good morning. Can I help you with anything?"

Victor looked up to see a young woman watching him from the other side of the aisle. She had honey-coloured hair that had been lazily tied back in a ponytail and was dressed in a blouse and skirt that hugged her figure; outlining her shapely figure in a way which made it difficult for Victor to look away from her.

At first, he wasn't sure if it was him she was addressing with such a friendly smile but when she pointed to the book in his hands, it was clear that Victor really was who she was talking to. But even so, the hitman was incredibly taken aback. Honestly, Victor was unsure of what to say. He wasn't used to people so freely starting conversations with him – especially about something as trivial and to ask him what he wanted. In fact, Victor wasn't used to people so much as looking at him without a negative reaction but the librarian seemed to pay no attention to the hitman's unusual clothing or intense gaze.

"I'm alright." Was all Victor could manage as she headed over, a slight spring in her step as she did so. Victor's eyes wandered to her name tag, where the name 'Maggie' had been printed in bold black lettering. "I don't care for books."

"Then you're surely lost." She laughed, waving her hand to gesture all around them, at their undeniably bookish setting. "This is a library after all."

Victor's composure stiffened slightly as her arm brushed his. How the hell could she look at him and not be fazed? Moreover, how had she not noticed the gun in his jacket? "I'm fully aware of that." He stated, putting the novel back in its original place in an attempt to avoid further conversation.

"Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" Maggie asked, not moving away; it was evident that she was a little too…friendly towards strangers. In a city like Gotham, being nice was generally dangerous and Victor could already tell that this girl would be an easy target should she ever find herself in a difficult situation. He thought it a shame; especially since she was a pretty thing.

"No." Victor said quickly, taking a step away from the shelf; deciding that it was time to see if Oswald was ready to leave. Victor may have been many things but he didn't want to cause a scene, to scare such a seemingly-sweet girl.

"Well, if you need anything, come find me." She smiled politely even though Victor turned his back and began to leave. "I'm Maggie."

"I know." Victor turned to face her again. "Your name tag." He clarified, pointing towards said item.

Maggie couldn't help but chuckle slightly at that. "…And you are?"

Victor stared reluctantly at Maggie for a second; he wondered why she was so interested in talking to him. People usually weren't so friendly to strangers – especially when it came to Victor himself – his appearance and mannerisms always unnerved them, he scared most people. But not her.

"Victor." He answered shortly, still staying within a few feet of the blonde librarian. "Zsasz."

"I'll be sure to remember that." Maggie smiled warmly before turning on her heels to return to work; although she called to him over her shoulder as she hurried down the aisle. "It was nice talking to you, Victor."

Honestly, Victor had never met someone as charming as Maggie from the library. He didn't find her unattractive by any means and there was just a certain warmth about her, the way that she didn't even hesitate going over to talk to Victor, it was so unusually decent. It was stupid to contemplate the possibility but Victor couldn't help but wonder if Maggie really would bother to remember his name; she was probably too busy to dwell on such a meaningless fact but, even so, Victor wondered.

On the following day, Victor ran into Maggie again completely by coincidence; although this time she was less fresh-faced and her step had somewhat lost its spring. Their second meeting wasn't even at the library – far from it! Victor was on his way home from a job in the early hours of the morning when he encountered the all-too familiar blonde out in the alley with a garbage bag.

Victor's first thought was to ignore her and walk on by; after all, he'd just shot two men dead upon his new boss' orders and she didn't seem like the type of girl to find comfort in the company of a hitman. However when he noticed her struggling to lift the lid of the dumpster, Victor's shred of humanity intervened and prevented him from continuing on his way home.

"Need a hand?" He asked, appearing almost out of nowhere behind the blonde.

Naturally, she jumped upon hearing his voice and it took a second or two for her alarmed expression to soften. But when she did, it soon became evident to Victor that Maggie had indeed remembered him. "Victor Zsasz, right?"

Victor nodded, before lifting the top of the dumpster to allow Maggie to dispose of the black waste bag. "I thought you were a librarian." He said, glancing over to the sign on the door in order to decipher where she'd just left with the rubbish.

Maggie laughed somewhat defeated as she nodded in the direction of the building to their left. "By day I'm a librarian, but by night I help Gothamites drink their problems away."

Despite himself, Victor couldn't help but grin at her comment; particularly the way in which she seemed to maintain a smile while doing so. "Were you just leaving?"

"Yes, I was about to call a cab." She replied, moving back to the bar door to lock up, slipping the keys into the pocket of her jacket. "What about you? It's a bit late for a stroll isn't it?"

Well how could Victor possibly answer that question in all honesty? Nor could his mind so easily come up with a plausible cover story. "No." He quickly answered, almost without thinking. "I prefer this time of day; there aren't a lot of people around."

Although Maggie found Victor's choice of words to be somewhat strange, she still upheld her cheerful composure; all while she fumbled around in her purse for some spare change.

"I'll drive you home if you want." Victor said suddenly; surprising both Maggie and himself for that matter. He didn't know where the offer had come from but he didn't want to withdraw it; especially when Maggie accepted with a gratified smile.

All the way to the car, and even when she'd buckled up, Maggie didn't stop thanking Victor for proposing to drive her home. As such, it quickly became evident that such a small act of kindness was greatly appreciated. "Nowadays, acts of kindness are hard to find. Most people don't normally offer, not without wanting something in return." Maggie glanced out of the window. "I really appreciate it."

"Well most people wouldn't feel comfortable getting into the car of a strange man at 3 in the morning." Victor retorted as he pulled away from the street, his eyes on the road while his gloved hand shifted gears.

Maggie paused for a moment, watching Victor's hands move from the gearstick to the steering wheel. "Oh, I don't think you're strange."

Victor turned his head to throw Maggie a brief glance, believing her to be lying. "You don't?"

"Of course not." Maggie shook her head to confirm this, her tone sincere. "I'm not even a little intimidated."

Although Victor kept his eyes fixated on the road ahead in order to mask his surprise at Maggie's atypical opinion of him, she could sense that his body stiffened slightly; realising that people judged him on a basis of appearances, which saddened the blonde to know.

When they reached her house, Maggie began rummaging through her purse before taking out a wrinkled $5 bill which she held out to Victor. "Here…for the gas."

Victor shook his head and refused to take the money. "That's not necessary."

"Please, Mr. Zsasz…I don't want to be rude…" Maggie tried to slip the note into Victor's hand but he continued to reject the offer. "Can I at least owe you a favour? It wouldn't feel right to have you drive out here."

"Alright, fine." Victor sighed, relieved to know that Maggie would at least be able to sleep easy knowing that she'd repaid whatever imaginary debt she'd envisioned owing to Victor because of a mere drive home. Still, it was refreshing to have met someone who was still in possession of significant human decency – even if that was a completely foreign concept to Victor.

As Victor drove away, he noted how Maggie waved him off from the sidewalk; observing the way in which her smile never faltered through the rear-view mirror as he eventually drove out of sight. And he couldn't help but think of that smile all throughout his drive home. As much as it sickened Victor to acknowledge how easily the blonde had worked her way into his usually clear head, it was evident that Maggie was about to become a prominent distraction.