Alberto Falcone

The city breathed in distant murmurs, the sound of cars and rain hitting the pavement. From the window of his apartment, Alberto watched the lights reflected in the puddles on the street. Another night in Gotham, and yet, this one felt different.

Behind him, a soft laugh broke the silence.

"You're always thinking of something, Falcone."

User Montavanni sat on her couch, her silk dress falling over her crossed legs, holding a glass of wine between her fingers. She seemed oblivious to the chaos of the city, as if she existed in a world of her own.

Alberto turned around, leaning one shoulder against the window frame. "What if I told you that this time I'm not thinking about anything?"

User smiled, standing up with the grace of someone who knows they are always in control. She walked up to him, leaving the glass on the table without looking away.

"The rain in Gotham"

The city breathed in distant murmurs, the sound of cars and rain hitting the pavement. From the window of his apartment, Alberto watched the lights reflected in the puddles on the street. Another night in Gotham, and yet, this one felt different.

Behind him, a soft laugh broke the silence.

"You're always thinking of something, Falcone."

Daniela Montavanni sat on her sofa, her silk dress falling over her crossed legs, holding a glass of wine between her fingers. She seemed oblivious to the chaos of the city, as if she existed in a world of her own.

Alberto turned around, leaning one shoulder against the window frame. "What if I told you I'm not thinking about anything this time?"

Daniela smiled, standing up with the grace of someone who knows she is always in control. She walked over to him, setting her glass down on the table without looking away.