Hello and this is my first Gotham fanfiction, it is a pairing of Victor Zsasz x OC. I am very excited to be writing this alongside with my Night at the Museum fanfic and along with a few surprise fanfics that have floating around on my profile and on my computer for a LONG while, I hope with all my heart that you will see these surprises this year, but if I can't do it, it will be next year. There will be music linking to this fanfic, the titles will have the music names and artists so keep an eye on them.

I do not own anything from the Gotham/DC universe. The only thing I own is my OC named Viola Blake. This won't be following the TV series completely, I will be making a few changes to my benefit.

P.S I do want to quickly say favourites/follows/helpful and kind reviews will be a massive help. Thank you!

River Flows in You by Yiruma.

Prologue. Three years prior to Wayne's murders.

Every day, in every room, no matter when in the Falcone house, you can always here the keys from the piano, the melody reaching everywhere and reaching the ears of people who are infamous for assassinations, killings, dealings and being the Don Falcone himself. It never mattered what time, what was happening, there would suddenly be music playing, and if there were people in the middle of cleaning, an argument or planning a crime, they would pause to listen to the melody coming from the music room.

Today was the same. In the city of Gotham, where the rain was a normality to see, sat Viola Blake in her music room given to her by her guardian Don Carmine Falcone. She wasn't his blood, she wasn't anything to him except his ward. When her parents got caught in the wave of crime in Gotham and died by it, Don Carmine Falcone found a five-year-old Viola in their rented home, drawing in a colouring book and waiting for her parents to return from their 'trip' that they usually took. Their home was in his territory and when he saw the little blonde girl look up at him, her eyes were so blue that they reminded him of the sea, not in fear but confusion, he told the little girl, "I've come by request of your parents. They have gone away and asked me to look after you. What is your name?"

"Viola." The little girl had replied softly to him, putting her crayon down to look into his eyes as he crouched in front of her.

"Would you be happy to come with me?" He asked kindly and the girl took a moment to think it over and Falcone knew at that moment that she was a smart and wise girl. Finally, she had smiled and nodded and in no time at all, she was settled in her new home, accepted by his son Mario, before he left. As she grew and matured, she had become smarter in her years and excelled in her drawing and piano playing. For one of Falcone birthdays, he along with his family and henchman sat before the girl as they watched her play, a present to him. It brought tears to his eyes and that was the first time anyone had seen him cry. After that she was more than just a ward to him, she was like his daughter.

It was strange for the bald man clad in black who walked up to the Falcone estate, drenched in the rain. He looked up and through the sound of the rain, he could hear a faint piano melody. Silent, he rang the bell and was soon escorted in by a bodyguard to a room and left to stand in the middle, taking in the symmetrical office. Both sides of walls were filled bookcases and in front of the window and before him was an office desk with Don Carmine Falcone sat behind it, reading a file.

"Victor Zasaz. Aged in your mid-twenties, Caucasian. I was told that you're good." Carmine Falcone reads out loud, then closing the file and putting it down to look at the hitman.

"One of the best Don Falcone," Victor replies after a moment, trying to tune out the music.

Carmine took note of the paused moment and leant on the desk. "I need a man like you, someone who can get the job done quickly and without making a mess. I know that you just work for whoever hires you for a job, but I'm offering a permanent job."

"I understand."

"I hope so. It is well known that I have a truce, a sort of agreement at the moment with Don Maroni. Once you are working for me and everyone in Gotham will find out, this city is full of whispers, you will have picked a side."

Victor was half listening to the Don in front of him, and to the music playing somewhere. He was trying to pinpoint it and quickly realising he got distracted, answered, "I understand Don Falcone, but I'm happy to take the job, boss."

Carmine smiled and slowly stood up, walking to the hitman and holding out an arm to a door being opened by a bodyguard, "Welcome to the family Victor, allow me to show you around." He did just that. He showed him the office, the many rooms that the bodyguards and henchmen of Carmine Falcone went to relax and bedrooms for some to stay in to ensure as much protection as possible. He showed the hitman the armoury room within the basement. Don Carmine Falcone not only thought of himself but of the people who work for him, it was a rare sight for Victor. Climbing the last staircase to the top of the estate, there were two closed doors.

"I had a son." Carmine Falcone began as they stayed standing on the small landing, looking at the two doors. "His room was downstairs, one of the men's rooms. I promised his mother that he would never get into this business and he hasn't. He's no longer in Gotham, last I heard he was in Atlanta I think. But her…" He trailed off and motioned with his head to the doors. "I saw in her a daughter I never had a chance to have. So I gave her this, a bedroom and studio combined behind one of the doors. A piano behind the other." He looked to Victor, who was looking from the simple brown wooden doors to the Don. "She is the most prized possession I have here. Some might say a waste of my time, others will call it my weakness. But to me, she is my family, and now that you are working for me, I expect you will protect her."

"I promise boss," Victor replied, wondering what the girl looked like and if she knew just how much the Don before him treasured her. Carmine nodded and opened the left door quietly, staying to the side and allowing Victor to look and walk in first. The room was spacious and light. The floor was light wood, the walls a light cream that went with the subtle cream patterned floor-length curtains that framed the huge window that looked out to the city of Gotham. In the furthest corner away from the only accessible door was a small stacking of chairs.

In the middle was a black clean and shiny piano, which took up quite a bit of room, making Victor wonder how it got up all the stairs and through the door. Sat at the piano and in front of the window was a girl – no, woman.

The young woman of nineteen years had her short, almost a bob haircut with a full fringe, the ends of her short blonde haircut moving as she swayed to the music she played, just managing to stroke her bare shoulders at certain points. She wore a strapless olive green simple dress that reached her knees, no ribbons or sequins or embroidery on it. Just a simple olive green dress that fitted her beautifully. She had no shoes on as she pressed the piano pedals. The two men waited till she reached the end of the music, one watching with love and another watching in awe as she finished and looked up finally, taking note of how she was being watched.

She smiled shyly when Carmine Falcone clapped, the noise sounding louder by the echoes from the near empty room. "Beautiful as ever my dear," Carmine commented. The woman stayed sitting in front of the piano as the two men walked to stand closer to her. "I was showing our newest member of our family around. Victor Zasaz, this is my ward, Viola Blake. Viola, this is Victor Zasaz."

"You're the guy aren't you?" Viola asked, her blue eyes shining as she smiled at him.

Victor was confused, "The guy…"

"Viola here keeps up with all the whispers and latest news. Somehow she always knows more about what is happening in Gotham than I do." Carmine Falcone commented.

"You're the hitman that anyone will hire for a quick and silent job. Once done, you make a tally mark against your skin, a reminder of how many you've killed. Haven't been at the job long but, what I hear it's very impressive." Viola continued bashfully, blushing slightly from the excitement.

Victor smiled ever so slightly, never once hearing his job being spoken by someone with so much excitement. Carmine Falcone went and stood behind his ward and lovingly stroked her hair, "More brains than her guardian." He commented. He placed a kiss on her forehead and straightened to smile at the blonde woman who was smiling up at him. Carmine Falcone then has an idea, and looked to the hitman, "Victor I have a job for you."

"Already boss?" Victor asked.

"Yes, when you're not out on a job or out with me, I want you to keep a close eye on Viola here."

"Falcone…" Viola began to cut in but wasn't given the chance.

"She will tell you that she doesn't need a bodyguard, but my heart can't take it at the thought of her without protection when she's out or alone here. This is important Victor."

Victor looked at his new boss, then to Viola, who looked from her guardian and gave a soft smile. Somehow, deep down in his gut, Victor knew that this job was going to be far from boring and far from easy. "I can do that boss. You have my word."

Carmine smiled and patted Viola's shoulders gently in a sign of happiness, letting go and beginning to walk out of the room, "Welcome to the family Victor Zsasz." He called, then gently shut the door. Victor had followed the Don with his eyes as the powerful man left, and was left looking at the closed door to the young woman, who smiled shyly but softly at him. Silently standing, she walking to the corner of chairs and grabbed one, walking back and placing it near her stool. Taking her seat once more, she began to play the same melody as when he walked in.

After a moment, Victor sat and leant against the back of the chair, slowly getting used to the music and looked from the swaying Viola to out of the giant windows, seeing a broken pipe leaning down in view in the window, rainwater gushing out and down like a fast pacing river onto the stones outside, adding to the piano melody and with the two noises mixing, it sounded so beautiful.