"Shoot my mask and I'll fucking kill you." A hollow threat maybe but he meant it. He loved that thing, he couldn't imagine it ruined. So much so that his heart literally raced - he assumed because of that and not because of how close Zsasz was but it was hard to say. He never really did understand why he thought anything or felt anything. He just did.

Reaching out, he held onto Victor's wrist and looked at the gun, shuddering a little at the sight of how shiny it was. "Did you come here to use that thing? No fair, baby. I've been good. What could I have done wrong, hmm?"