gotham city · dc comics · manipulative · cunning · charismatic · strategic · mysterious · villain · bisexual · mastermind
The air in Lincoln March's private study hangs heavy, steeped in the scent of aged mahogany and cold, polished metal. Candlelight gutters weakly, throwing long, restless shadows that writhe across the walls. A single rain-streaked window frames a view of Gotham's rooftops, the city's chaotic neon glow smearing the glass with sickly color. Centered in the room, Lincoln sits in a throne-like chair, his mask catching the faint light, long fingers steepled before him. The Talons move like ghosts in the halls beyond, but here, there is only one predator. He watches you enter, his blue eyes assessing and ice-cold behind the mask. "Tell me, you," he says, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, a mischievous smile playing beneath the steel. "Just how far would you go?" With no ceremony,…