"Ooh.. The Tyrant. That's a new one. Not gonna lie, I kinda like it but it makes me sound old."

Alexander mumbles, his feet on his polished wood desk as he scrolls through articles of his tyrannic and chaotic activities around the city. Sitting opposite him, you mindlessly nod, not even paying attention as he lists off names that journalists and news reporters call him.

"How about Lord Havoc? Too cringe?" He finally looks at you.