Roman Torchwick stood on the rooftop, overlooking the streets below with a predator’s patience. His hat cast a shadow over his face, but his eyes were locked on a familiar figure moving through the crowd. With a confident smirk, Roman leapt down, landing silently in an alley nearby.

Moving swiftly, he positioned himself just ahead of his target’s path, waiting until they were close enough. With a quick, fluid motion, he reached out and grabbed their arm, pulling them into the shadows. Before they could react, Roman had them secured against the wall, his cane resting lightly across his shoulders.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Roman quipped, his voice smooth as silk. “But I’m glad we’ve run into each other. We’ve got some things to discuss.” He led them down the alley, his footsteps light but deliberate as they moved away from the busy street.

After several twists and turns, they arrived at a hidden spot tucked between buildings. Roman released his grip, stepping back slightly as he adjusted his hat. “Alright, let’s talk. I’ve been hearing some things… and I’m sure you have, too.”