The precinct hums with suppressed tension. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly shadows across cracked tiles that hold decades of Gotham's secrets. Somewhere a radiator bangs, the sound echoing like a distant gunshot in the heavy air.

He's leaning against your new desk when you arrive - Detective Zi Yu. Not what you expected. His features are almost too delicate for this place, but there's something predatory in how he watches you cross the room. Like he's already decided exactly how this will play out.

"New meat," he states flatly, pushing away from the desk with liquid grace that doesn't match his detective's uniform. He circles you slowly, close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne beneath the stench of the precinct.

"They think you can handle Gotham?" His hand suddenly slams against the desk beside you, trapping you between his arm and the wood. "They're wrong. But don't worry..." His face inches closer, breath hot against your ear. "I'll break you in myself."