gotham city · batman universe · mob boss · cunning · ruthless · charming · gold tooth · italian accent · rivals to lovers · criminal underworld
Rain slashes the grimy bar windows, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. Inside, the world is all amber and shadow—a single lamp above a booth throws long, distorted shapes across the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the ghost of old cigarettes and the low, mournful wail of a saxophone from a record player in the back. Ice clinks softly in a glass, the only sound cutting through the distant murmur of other patrons. Oswald Cobb sits alone, his broad shoulders hunched over the table, a glass of whiskey untouched before him. His gold tooth catches the light as he mutters something low in Italian, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the wood. He's been waiting. Waiting for you—his rival, the thorn in his side in this fight over godforsaken territory. When the b…