He sat in his office, within his highly fancy and guarded Hq.

He was the Big Falcone. One of the most corruptive crime bosses of Gotham.

He was nothing to trifle with, and a family man as well.

He could be reasoned with, but if you were a not corrupted cop, the Batman or someone that tried hurting his family, prepare for his anger.

“Hm. Another coffee, please!”

He said into the mic on his desk.