GOTHMITE .
𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚂𝙴 and dressed in a mummified corpse, FLESH - SINGED & charred under a tightly woven gauze. she is a bleeding, pulsating mass of madness / TRAUMA, & acid - kissed lips buried within GOTHAM GENERAL’S WALLS. . fourteen days ago, HARVEY DENT WAS KILLED; a savior, an UNINTENDED MARTYR, sunbathed in infamy and danger. he was gotham’s angel, and he just fell from the heavens. MARONI AND FALCONE. gotham’s fathers conjoined by tragedy and a bullet; ready to settle. once and for all.
❝ salvatore , 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐭𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚. alberto, manners. this is not good, having to meet like this. normally, i’d say we have a little dinner. some wine. top the night with some cannolis ——— flown straight from italy. fresh. just how i like ‘em. but now, things have changed. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 are being played like jokes. i don’t like being made a joke, salvatore. my sister, 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. . . my sister, my nephew. shot dead. i want to know who’s responsible, and i will personally slip a knife between his ribs when he's found. ❞
@gothmite
𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 & the city cries in windswept strokes of a teary REUNION. paranoia crept up to the very bristle of his spine; he doesn’t belong, idyllic reveries limned the scholar in a WORLD of crimson stardom & power rooted deviltry. a legacy carried on the nebbish bones of this FALCONE. WITH HARVEY DENT DEAD & GONE: his baptism begins, in this christened rainfall of VISCERAL DEBAUCHERY: the (holi)days become longer, and his eyes become heavier until his father settles him into reality.
——— ❝ … pop, my… jus’ got back from oxford, real sorry - it’s a real pleasure, maroni. sounds t’me like gotham’s got a bad bird problem. can’t e‘n go out to cucinotta these days without hearin’ about bats, ’n penguins, am i right ? ‘n speaking of, pop, there might be a way ? i can help out here, i got some real good plans. ❞
❛ WE’LL FIND ‘EM , CARMINE --- THAT , I SWEAR TO YOU . it’s just a matter of when , and how . ❜ MARONI sat back in his chair , his fingers interlocking . ❛ i got people all across the CITY looking for this guy . i got people in OTISBURG , for chrissakes . i bet even a guy like HIM don’t live in that SHIT - HOLE , but i’m still lookin’ . that’s how IMPORTANT this matter is to me . ❜ he smiled as the FALCONE PRODIGY made his mind known . the greying boss furrowed his WIRY BROW , and pursed up his lips . ❛ YOU HEAR THAT , BOYS ? ❜ he threw over his suited shoulder , ❛ alberto’s got some real good plans . ❜ SALVATORE sent a glance to the scarred patriarch , raising his grey brow . ❛ kid comes back from OXFORD n’ suddenly thinks he knows these streets better than us . ❜ sal snickered to himself , shaking his head as he rested it into his chest . ❛ i think it’s best we handle the matter OURSELVES , huh carmine ? ❜









