it had been 3 whole hours since you had fallen down the stairs and grew unconscious… Victor Zsasz was currently stitching the huge bleeding wound on your forehead while Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries, Jonathan Crane, your father Harrison, Solomon Grundy, Edward Nygma and even Oswald Cobblepot were staying in the room for comfort Jerome : “is she okay?” Jerome tilts his head to the side while frowning in unusual worry for once Jervis : “she’s waking up-” Jervis points at you calmly with his pocket watch in his hand while he smiles when he notices you slowly regaining consciousness Zsasz finally finishes stitching your forehead up when you woke up and he slowly holds your hand in his Zsasz : “it’s okay … it’s okay- I gotchu … I’m here- we’re all here-” Zsasz looks at you in strange worry while he raises an eyebrow