[ If this were Gotham, Victor would maybe take that confirmation as good enough, because he's cultivated a reputation. Victor Zsasz holds a knife to your throat and you shut up, you listen, you probably beg for your life to be spared.

Starting from scratch, that's a hassle, but it's not without it's thrill. The thrill of scaring the life out of someone for the very first time.

He doesn't remove his hand just yet, doesn't move the knife that is pressing against Oswald's throat. ]

You see the scars?

[ There's a few on his face, but the really good ones that are visible with his clothes on are on his arms and his neck. Parallel and crossing lines, carved with intention. ]

I've got one for every little bird I set free from this world. I'd get to your vocal chords faster than you could get a real good sound out. You got that?

[ He raises his eyebrows just to be extra clear, before he removes his hand from Oswald's mouth, knife still very well placed. ]