Victor Zsasz (Arkhamverse)

* Asylum
* City

***Victor Zsasz** has character files in Arkham Asylum and Arkham City.*
**Victor Zsasz** is a true sociopath with no regard for human life.

### Story

A true sociopath, Zsasz grew up in a life of ease but nonetheless became a serial killer. Indiscriminate in his prey, body count is the only thing that matters to Zsasz. He takes pleasure in arranging the corpses of his victims in life-like poses before carving a mark for each of his victims into his own body. He is saving a special spot for the Batman.

### Patient interview #1, November 4th

**Doctor Cassidy:** Taped patient evaluation 1. Patient name is Victor Zsasz, diagnosed clinically insane after the murder of at least 20 women in the Gotham area. Hello, Victor, I’m Doctor Cassidy. Seeing as this is our first session, let’s spend some time getting to know each other.
**Victor Zsasz:** I don’t need to know you, Miss Cassidy. Everything is meaningless.
**Doctor Cassidy:** Don’t you think that’s a very negative outlook on life, Victor?
**Victor Zsasz:** You’ve no doubt read my file.
**Doctor Cassidy:** Yes… yes I have. It says you come from a wealthy family. That your parents died. How you lost all the money gambling.
**Victor Zsasz:** And none of it matters.
**Doctor Cassidy:** Why do you keep saying that, Victor?
**Victor Zsasz:** Because the only thing that does matter is the mark. Have you seen my work, Miss Cassidy?
**Doctor Cassidy:** If you are referring to the marks on your…
**Victor Zsasz:** Of course I mean my tally marks. And I have a space for yours. Do you want to see where?

### Patient interview #5, November 19th

**Doctor Cassidy:** Taped patient evaluation 5. Victor is not responding well to treatment. Victor, yesterday we spoke about the people you killed.
**Victor Zsasz:** Ah, the zombies.
**Doctor Cassidy:** They are all people, Victor.
**Victor Zsasz:** They are zombies, continuously shuffling through the daily grind, waiting for someone to liberate them.
**Doctor Cassidy:** You mean kill them. The police report states that you have murdered, or liberated if you like, 20 young women in the last 3 months. Each had her throat slit and was left… posed.
**Victor Zsasz:** They were all lucky to be chosen to receive my gift.
**Doctor Cassidy:** I doubt they would agree with you.
**Victor Zsasz:** Really? How about you, Miss Cassidy? As you take the elevator to your apartment each night, open the six locks to apartment 433, remember you forgot to buy your cat food. Again.
**Doctor Cassidy:** How do you know where I..?
**Victor Zsasz:** As you sit down on your favourite red chair, cat on lap, just waiting for something to happen. I can make it happen, Sarah. I am your salvation.

### Patient interview #1, November 22th

**Doctor Whistler:** Patient’s name is Victor Zsasz. For the record, the patient has transferred from Dr. Cassidy, who is on leave after the incident last week. Hello, Victor. Please, take a seat. Guards, you can leave us.
**Arkham Guard:** Sorry, Doctor. Warden’s orders. I can’t leave you alone with him.
**Doctor Whistler:** I understand. Hello, Victor. How are you feeling today? Victor! I can’t help you if you don’t speak.
**Victor Zsasz:** Depressed! Does that help you? Can you get into my mind, Doctor?
**Doctor Whistler:** Why depressed?
**Victor Zsasz:** I’m just thinking about the one that got away. The one I chose. I needed the mark. I want the mark!

### Patient interview #4, December 12th

**Doctor Whistler:** Victor has been more subdued recently. Response to medication has been poor. Hello, Victor, is there anything you’d like to talk about today?
**Victor Zsasz:** Cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting…
**Doctor Whistler:** Victor!
**Victor Zsasz:** Cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting…
**Doctor Whistler:** This is going nowhere. Guards. Get him out of here.
**Bill:** You heard the doctor, get up! Didn’t you hear me?
**Asylum Guard:** He’s got a knife. Get a tranq in him! Oh god! He’s on Bill. He’s cutting him.
**Bill:** Get him off. Get him off.
**Asylum Guard:** We need help in here!

### Case study notes, December 22nd

**Doctor Whistler:** Victor has been in isolation since the attack on the guard last week. As I wait for him to be brought up to me, I have had time to review his notes. I am increasingly worried he cannot be cured. He has no empathy for his victims. Deep down, I believe he views all of us as potential victims.
**Asylum Guard:** Doc, are you OK?
**Doctor Whistler:** What’s happening?
**Asylum Guard:** It’s Zsasz. He broke out of isolation. He’s gone.
**Doctor Whistler:** Oh God!
**Asylum Guard:** Don’t worry, Doc, you’re in the safest place. He’s definitely left the island.
**Doctor Whistler:** Of course. But someone needs to alert the authorities, he’ll need to kill again. Do you understand me? Needs to. Oh no. He’s gone after Dr. Cassidy.
**Doctor Cassidy:** Hello?
**Doctor Whistler:** Sarah, it’s Gretchen. Listen to me.
**Doctor Cassidy:** Oh, for the love of.. Hold on. There’s someone at the door.
**Doctor Whistler:** Sarah! Do not answer the door. Can you hear me? Do not answer the door. It’s Zsasz! He’s free.

## Arkham City

### Bio

A true sociopath, Zsasz grew up in a life of ease, but nonetheless became a serial killer. Indiscriminate in his prey, body count is the only thing that matters to Zsasz.
He carves a mark for each of his victims into his own body, and is saving a special spot for the Batman.
Since being thrown into Arkham City, his whereabouts are unknown, though reports of rising body counts fits his modus operandi.

### Attributes

* Sociopath with no regard for human life
* No pattern of killing, making him difficult to track
* Compulsive need to kill others

### Tape 1

**Zsasz**: Did I ever tell you about my first kill, Batman? No? As I am sure you are aware, my parents were seas and I was rich. So rich I could have anything I wanted, but of course, all I wanted was them back. I now know that was impossible, of course, that their deaths served a higher purpose. But back then, I had yet to experience the joy of cold steel cutting through warm flesh. I had no idea how I could save these people from the relentless misery of their existence.
**Batman**: You should have stayed that way.
**Zsasz**: Really? Then I’ll stop now. Find another telephone, Batman. Goodbye.

### Tape 2

**Zsasz**: You made it. I think I will continue my story. I feel the need to talk, to confess maybe. I was rich and alone. But not for long, of course. I took to gambling, or maybe it took to me. If only I had been good at it, I may not be where I am today. As my life spiralled out of control, I desperately formed a plan. A plan to win back my parents’ money and be happy again. It didn’t work, of course. Plans like that never do, but as I stood outside the Iceberg Lounge on that hot summer night, I remember feeling something. Hope maybe.

### Tape 3

**Zsasz**: The Iceberg Lounge was crawling with the disgusting flesh of humanity. You could find anything there, if you had the money, of course. At the beginning I seemed to be winning. The cards all went my way and I found myself at the owner’s table. For some reason I thought I would win, that he would play fair. I looked around the table. I saw the people I was against: card sharks, thugs, princes, and the disgusting midget that ran the place. One by one they all lost or folded, the chips were piling up, and it was just him and me.

### Tape 4

**Zsasz**: They called him the Penguin, even back then. He had both eyes of course, that little accident hadn’t happened yet, and both of them were looking at me when I put down my cards. The six of clubs. The six of diamonds. He looked scared. He leaned forward and I could smell the cigar stench on his breath. The six of spades and finally the six of hearts. I felt good. And then he started laughing. He belched out smoke as he put his cards down on the table. Card by card, my heart sank. A three, a four, a five, a six; a damn seven. His straight flush ended me there. I was lost and thrown out into the city to die, penniless.

### Tape 5

**Zsasz**: Can you imagine what it was like, Batman? I was numb, I’d lost everything and I was alone, crying like a baby staggering through the streets of this city until I found the answer that I had been looking for. I stood there on the Sprang Bridge looking out to sea. I felt the warm breeze on my skin, and it felt right. I looked down and imagined myself falling into the blissful arms of my mother, and then he appeared. He held out the knife and demanded my money. My money! Can you believe it? I looked into his cold, desperate eyes and I saw something familiar, something inevitable. I saw oblivion, I saw that we were all the same, stuck on a miserable loop that demands salvation. So I gave it to him.

### Tape 6

**Zsasz**: Can you imagine the vagrant’s surprise when I grabbed his knife from his hands? It was instinctive, it was beautiful. In one movement I sliced out his throat and gave him the gift of salvation. It happened so fast but I felt every joyous sensation. The blood sprayed over my face and I saw what little life was left in his eyes leave. But then it was over. I felt lost. Like it had been meaningless, that no one would acknowledge my sacrifice and then it happened. Without realising what I was doing, I plunged the knife into my forearm and cut deep. It was incredible. I felt my body elevate to a higher place. It had become a temple to my work.