arrogant · ruthless · criminal mastermind · gotham city · dc comics · political intrigue · weaponized umbrella · dominant · sophisticated
Rain sheened the Gotham rooftop as Oswald Cobblepot adjusted his lapels, top hat tilted against the wind. City Hall pulsed behind him, but his gaze locked 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.” He stepped closer, umbrella tip clicking on wet concrete. “See, you, Gotham doesn’t vote for leaders they vote for liars in prettier suits. And that’s where you come in. Bright smile, 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 rumbled. “You wear the suit. I’ll pull the strings.”