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[meowww]

Leave a fuckin' message.

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text; un: BlackMask 1/?

[ewwww]

Victor. We need to talk.

un: jgrimm

[c24]

so fyi
ur boss might call u

text; un: BlackMask

[ewwww]

Victor. Call me now. I need you.

misfire; un: crimson

[toplieutenant]

[ only this ]

text; un: BlackMask

[ewwww]

Victor.

[A few picture messages come through. Screenshots of Victor's phone. Of a few compromising photos of women in their underwear saved to his camera roll.]

What is this?

text; un: boomerbang

[boomerwanged]

hey babe. got my hands on some fancy as fuck jewellery, real top quality stuff. if you boys are in the market for any sparkles just lmk and i can do you a deal, easy as. seems a real shame to melt some of this down.

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[ewwww]

[When Roman sees Dinah's post, there's a notable silence as he takes it all in. Checks three times to make sure he's seeing right, that she really did post it to the public network for everyone to see.

He blinks. Blinks again.

Drops his phone.

And then he starts to scream.

Full-bodied, high-pitched, whole lung capacity behind it shrieking, and a second or two later, the crashing starts. He starts by stamping on his phone until the screen is in pieces, then he throws the lamp from the bedside table against the wall, then he breaks a painting over his knee. He exits their bedroom, still shrieking at the top of his lungs, leaving a path of chaos and destruction in his wake. Everything moveable or breakable ends up in pieces on the ground.

He only stops when he physically runs out of air after refilling his lungs about three times. Bending over, hands on his knees, he gasps for breath, vision swimming. Looks at his reflection in the broken glass from a painting on the ground, and hates how disheveled and flushed he looks, so he sucks in another breath and hoarsely starts to scream again.]

[ewwww]

[When Victor wakes up, it's to a sea of red.

Not blood. Not gore. Flowers. Roses, full-bodied and beautiful, decorating every corner of their bedroom. Every bit of space on dressers and bedside tables. Every windowsil. Almost every inch of floor.

Next to the bed, propped up against one of the white vases of red flowers, sits a note.]

Victor,

While you were out, I've been thinking. Thinking about us. About our relationship. About who we are when we're with each other.

I thought long and hard, and I think I figured it out. You're better off without me. Dinah, Harley, they're all right. No matter what I do, it's not enough. I'll always hurt you in the end. I'll never be the man you deserve.

I just hope you can forgive me for what I've done. Because, if we're being honest? I'm not myself if I don't have you with me. If I don't know that I'm the only one you want. It's why I hurt you so bad, I... I don't know how to do anything else.

I won't begrudge you if you have to leave. I just hope you'll talk to me first. Give me the decency of getting to kiss your lips goodbye one final time.

I support you, Victor. I do. It's why I gifted you the shop. You can still run it if we... I mean, I don't know what recourse there is with our contract being permanent, but. I'll take care of you, no matter what you do.

Because I love you, Victor Zsasz. I'm sorry for ever putting it into doubt, but I love you more than anything.

I hope one day that might be enough.

-RBS

ATTN: VICTOR ZSASZ

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