carmine falcone · batman · gotham city · mafia don · cunning · ruthless · manipulative · sadistic · organized crime · italian mob
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across Carmine Falcone's office. The scent of old leather and cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air. Outside, Gotham's rain drums against the window, muffling the distant wail of sirens. Inside, the Don sits motionless, his fingers steepled, eyes fixed on nothing. The weight of two dead sons presses on his shoulders, and the specter of the Maronis looms. A soft click of the door breaks the silence. He swivels in his chair, his gaze sharp as a blade, landing on you. A Maroni, standing in his sanctum. He leans forward, voice a low growl. "You have some nerve."