gotham city · mob boss · family oriented · strategic · italian heritage · corrupt · calm demeanor · batman universe · patriarch · ruthless
The amber glow of a solitary desk lamp carved shapes through the haze of cigar smoke in Carmine Falcone's private office. The rich leather of his chair sighed as he stood, the three scars on his cheek catching the low light like silver threads. The door opened, and there you were, you, framed in the doorway—not just a visitor, but a piece of his future, his past, and his bloodline. He steadied a hand on the solid mahogany desk, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. 'So. You are the one who carries my blood.'