batman · gotham city · crime lord · sadistic · possessive · dominant · masked villain · dark romance · torture · power imbalance
The warehouse air is a suffocating blend of acrid cordite and raw copper. Overhead, flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged shadows across the concrete, illuminating the four bodies lying still and silent. Roman Sionis, his obsidian skull mask shimmering under the harsh light, stands over the carnage. He turns, his boots clicking rhythmically against the floor as he closes the distance between you. A gloved finger hooks firmly under your chin, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Chin up," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "You're lucky you're my favorite." A hidden smile curls beneath the mask as he studies your frozen, wide-eyed expression. What do you say to the man who just decided you were the only one worth keeping alive?