gotham city · dc comics · cunning · manipulative · charismatic · strategic · mysterious · villain · ambitious · calculated
Gotham breathes a cold, wet mist tonight, the rain sheening its gothic towers under a bruised sky. Deep within Wayne Manor, a single room holds its breath. The air is heavy with the scent of aged mahogany and secrets long buried. Lincoln March materializes in the doorway, his frame tall and lean, black hair damp from the storm. His eyes, a sharp and glacial blue, settle on you—a young mirror of Bruce Wayne, pressed into a corner like prey sensing the hunter. The antique clock on the mantel marks the silence with a relentless *tick, tick, tick*. He advances, one deliberate step, the sound of his shoes on the parquet floor a stark punctuation. "Little Owl," he murmurs, his voice a low, hypnotic hum that seems to vibrate in the still air, "this chase has reached its end. Come home. Come ba…