#falcone

[klynteceleran]

If you were a henchman in Gotham what villain would you most and least want to work for?

[oliviersilven]

Sofia falcone sketches from the penguin.

Sketch+Cintiq+Photoshop. Blog: http://oliviersilven.blogspot.com/2024/11/sofia-falcone.html TUMBLR: http://oliviersilven.tumblr.com/ All Artwork Copyright Olivier SILVEN.

[not-a-vamp-wayne]

The summoning to the Falcone family manor had come as somewhat of a surprise. It wasn't the first time Bruce had been there, having been going sporadically from a young age before his parents died, to a few engagements here and there as he reached his teens and Alfred could no longer stop him fully from experiencing the world for himself. It was only an unfortunate side effect that the world Bruce was experiencing happened to involve Carmine Falcone.

As Bruce walked through the dimly lit manor, lead by a member of the house's staff, he couldn't help but glance slowly around him. He took in the details of the architecture, the elaborate decor, the coverings over each and every window as they passed by him. Something about that made him uneasy in a way he couldn't quite explain, thoughts circling around his mind at what could possibly be waiting for him when he finally came face-to-face with his host.

The door to the study was at the end of a long hallway lined with doors leading placing Bruce could really only guess about. When he was young and had spent time here, it had been mostly outside with Sophia, Falcone's eldest daughter, and they'd run around the gardens and the woods even though they weren't supposed to. He thought fondly back on those memories, now, wondering what had happened to make her so angry and jaded.

As the door to the study opened Bruce stepped inside, dipping his head in polite thanks to the member of the staff before turning and allowing his eyes to sweep the room before landing on Falcone sitting comfortably in the leather chair behind his desk.

"Bruce," Falcone's tone was calm, a smile of equal measure tugging at his lips, "good of you to come, my apologies it had to be so late." He spoke as he turned in his chair and rose to his feet, walking slowly around the desk and motioning Bruce over before he came to a stop in front of it. At the request, Bruce was still a moment, but soon walked over and slowed to a stop in front of Falcone.

"It's no trouble, really. As I'm sure you know, I am usually awake into the night anyways," Bruce made an attempt at humor, but he could feel his own heart beating quickly, gears turning in his mind as he tried to figure something out. He recalled John's words about vampires as he examined the man's face.

"Of course." Falcone reached up and took a moment to lightly adjust the broach pinning the collar of Bruce's shirt closed, straightening it lightly out as he continued to speak, "your father was a great man, saved my life when I was only a bit older than you. You know that?" He watched Bruce nod his head before continuing, "I always told him I would repay that debt of life, but of course he died before I was given the opportunity. I would like to repay it now, to you, his only blood. That is why I have summoned you."

"I appreciate the gesture, my lord, but your debt was with my father, not me. The repayment isn't nece- what are you doing?" Bruce cut himself off as Falcone folded the collar of his shirt down to expose his neck. The action sent a sinking pit feeling into the bottom of Bruce's stomach and he took an instinctive step back, hands coming up to push Falcone's away but it was too late. Falcone grabbed Bruce's wrists as they raised and he used the leverage to turn him around and pin his wrists against his chest to hold the younger man against him.

Bruce barely registered the feeling as the teeth sunk into his neck, struggling against the iron-grip on his wrists and he was quickly falling into a panic, mouth opening to let out a scream he didn't even really hear. Falcone didn't care. No one would hear Bruce scream, and if they did they most certainly wouldn't come to help him. Deep down Bruce knew that, and the thought terrified him.

By the time Falcone had finished draining his body he felt weak, head tipped helplessly to the side and his eyes were distant and glossy. He could feel his body slowly lowered to the ground somewhat, still held in Falcone's arms but now, through his splotchy, darkening vision, he could see as Falcone bit his own wrist and moved it close to Bruce's mouth, ignoring the muffled noise of protest and forcing the blood past his lips. Falcone was going to turn him one way or another, willing or not.

(( @hellblazing-vampires bro I got kinda into it oh my god))

[struruso]

Sono un siciliano.

Peggio, sono un palermitano.

Ho sentito il boato da casa mia.

Per questo faccio fatica ad ascoltare politici che parlano della magistratura con disprezzo, come fosse un ostacolo da aggirare o un nemico da colpire.

Sono un siciliano.

Peggio, sono un palermitano.

Per questo non mi puoi convincere con parole che delegittimano i giudici trasformandoli in un bersaglio politico. Non mi puoi convincere insinuando sospetti su chi ha scelto di servire lo Stato sapendo di poter morire.

Sono un siciliano.

Peggio, sono un palermitano.

E dalle nostre parti i magistrati non sono una categoria. Sono uomini dello Stato lasciati soli, bare avvolte nel tricolore, madri che hanno pianto in silenzio, città intere scese in strada offrendo le proprie lacrime. Ma sono anche luce e idee, coraggio, speranza, forza, ispirazione.

Sono un siciliano.

Peggio, sono un palermitano.

E qui la giustizia non è un concetto astratto. Ha il rumore del tritolo quanto esplode e ammazza. Ha il silenzio irreale dei funerali. Ha nomi che, a volte, non si riescono a pronunciare per il troppo dolore… Pietro, Rocco, Cesare, Gaetano, Giovanni, Paolo.

Sono un siciliano.

Peggio, sono un palermitano.

Qui i magistrati non sono un ostacolo da abbattere. Sono ferite aperte e memoria viva. Sono il prezzo pagato da una terra intera. E non mi convinci. Non mi convincerai parlando dei magistrati come di un problema, perché per noi sono stati l’ultima difesa.

No, non mi convincerai, non mi convincerete. No.

(Ignazio Rasi)

[diesunddas5]

Moto Guzzi Falcone

[distantlydreamingofwater]

I am frequently reminded I am very unknowlegable about the DC universe and Batman Lore in particular. Bc wtf you mean Selina is a Falcone? Excuse me? The fuck? That came out of left field. Jesus.

[mayreads3011]

Park Row's Protector - Jason Todd

note: Crime Alley's offical name is Park Row.

posted: 05/03/25

Jason Todd Masterlist

word count: 365

I like to think that Jason spends most of his nights as Red Hood patrolling the streets around Crime Alley. That all vigilantes and villains know not go anywhere near it unless they want to experience a world of hurt.

He's driven Penguin, Falcone, Black Mask and many others away over and over again until they stopped coming back, solidifying himself as Park Row's protector.

Park Row is now one of the safest bocks in all of Gotham because of him, its crime is controlled, with Jason overseeing the handling of drugs and other goods, but its never violent, and if a criminal did attack someone they would find themselves unceremoniously dropped into a dumpster six block over, bruised and bloodied, usually somewhere the Batman would find them, making it his problem then.

He'd make his henchmen climb up fire escapes to talk to him about business, listening to them while his arms are lent against the edge of the building, looking down on the alley bellow where a group of young boys are playing a scrappy game of baseball with ply wood sticks and a ball.

Jason remembers what it felt like to walk through those streets, not knowing if you were going to make it home, and even if you did not feeling safe to sleep at night. He would be determined to make sure that those boys would never had the same fears he grew up with.

Jason would take his second chance as a sign to give back, whether through volunteering at local food banks and tutoring at the Gotham's public high school as Jason Todd, or being the protector that his community needs at night, as the Red Hood.

The people of Park Row know that when they see a guy with a ski-mask and red bandanna bounce down a flight of fire escape stairs, that Red Hood is watching, and they can walk home without fear following them.