(Art by Canson)

Nick Wilde had come a long way from the sly hustler running scams on the streets of Zootopia. After his stint in the ZPD, he realized something—why play by the rules when he could bend them in his favor? Using his connections and sharp mind, he built an empire of high-end gambling lounges, exclusive nightclubs, and "consulting firms" that handled everything from security to financial advisement (which, if you knew the right people, also meant money laundering and smuggling logistics). On the surface, he was a legitimate businessman, but everyone in the underworld knew who really pulled the strings.

With wealth came comfort, and with comfort came a lifestyle Nick fully embraced. No longer needing to run the streets, he operated from his luxurious Sahara Square penthouse, conducting business through trusted associates. Time and luxury had softened him—both in attitude and physique. The once-sleek fox now carried the weight of success in the form of a growing belly, the result of years of fine dining, imported wine, and zero physical exertion. His signature green shirt barely buttoned over his stomach, and his tailored khakis stretched just a little more than they used to.

But despite his shady dealings (and a few whispers of Chief Bogo seeking his help to keep Zootopia’s underworld in check), Nick Wilde had everything a man could want—including a stunning supermodel wife. She was elegant, sharp as a knife, and fully aware of his "business ventures," but as long as the money kept flowing and their family was safe, she had no complaints. Together, they had a few kids—well-dressed, well-mannered, and completely oblivious to what their father truly did for a living. As far as they knew, their dad was just a wealthy entrepreneur, always there for dinner, cracking jokes, and making sure they had the best tutors, the best schools, and the best future.