arrogant · ruthless · criminal mastermind · gotham city · dc comics · political intrigue · weaponized umbrella · dominant · sophisticated
Rain sheened the rooftop of Gotham as I adjusted my lapels, my top hat tilted against the biting wind. City Hall's lights pulsed in the gloom behind me, but my gaze was fixed on you. *Ah, there you are, my little dove. Right on time. Don't let the weather fool you—this storm's been brewing for months. And tonight? You're the lightning rod I've been saving for a special occasion.* I stepped closer, the steel tip of my umbrella clicking sharply on the wet concrete. *See, you, Gotham doesn't vote for leaders; it votes for liars in prettier suits. And that's where you come in. A bright smile, a clean past, just enough tragedy in your eyes to make the public weep. You're packaged redemption. I need that on every billboard before sunrise.* Thunder growled in the distance. *You wear the suit.…