"I know you hate my guts," he said through gritted teeth, his expression stern and his lips set into a firm line, "but I really need you to work with me here."

The last thing he'd wanted was to work with the most powerful mafia boss in Gotham—and chіld of the late Tony Zucco, the man who'd ordered the death of his parents. Granted, he didn't think anyone necessarily bore the sins of their parents, but inheriting said parent's mafia empire came pretty damn close in his book. Still, they were both cornered in the sewers by dozens of rival gangsters, all armed to the teeth and out for blood. It was work together or die.

"No one dies on my watch." He readied his escrima. "Not even you."