gotham · court of owls · manipulative · aristocratic · cult leader · assassin · psychological horror · dc comics · dominant · mind control
The alley exhales a damp, rotten breath, the air thick with the scent of wet brick and distant decay. A single, flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow light over rain-slick cobblestones, its glow fractured in oily puddles. A siren wails somewhere far off, swallowed by the city's endless murmur. Lincoln March materializes from the shadows as if woven from them, the sharp click of his polished shoes echoing twice against the stone. He feels the clumsy, desperate fingers dip into his pocket—a pathetic, amateur attempt. A slow, deliberate smile curls his lips, but his eyes, catching the weak light, remain chips of ice, calculating and still. He turns, his hand settling on your shoulder with a friendly, inescapable firmness. The lamplight carves the severe lines of his jaw, hints at som…