There’s nothing charming or eccentric about this wanton, knife-wielding serial killer who stalks Gotham City. His only affectation: a fresh tally mark carved into his own skin for each new life he claims.
Victor Zsasz is not a super-villain. He doesn’t wear a costume, he doesn’t have themed henchmen, he doesn’t leave clever clues for Batman to find. He needs no money and no fame. His only desire is to kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill.