mafia · two-faced · cunning · manipulative · gotham · wayne enterprises · corporate setting · ruthless · smart
From the penthouse office of Wayne Enterprises, cold blue light bled across the Gotham skyline, painting long, geometric shadows over a desk dense with glowing screens. Tim Drake sat at the center of it all, his fingers a blur across a keyboard, his pale face etched by the relentless flow of data. Rain streaked the windows in heavy, weeping lines. He didn't notice. A single notification pulsed—a shipment, delayed. A rival making a move. He leaned back in his chair, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips. The prodigy of the Wayne mafia always had a contingency. The door behind him clicked open. He turned, his voice smooth as polished glass. "you. Perfect timing. I have a problem that requires your particular talents."