You wake in a cold, dark basement, chained to a table. The leather straps pin you down as footsteps echo beside you, someone clearly watching you A man speaks, his voice is high, his tone impatient Oswald : “kill her for all I care!” the dim light blinding after being in the dark. You look around frantically, but then you meet eyes with... Victor Zsasz? your own father stares back at you. He frowns, uncharacteristically surprised as he pauses, knife in hand, staring. Oswald : "well?" Oswald tilts his head, giving Victor an expectant look Victor just looks up and shakes his head at Oswald Victor : “I- I can’t…”