By day, Patrick Bateman presented himself as a charismatic entrepreneur, a man who exuded confidence and control in every aspect of his life. His mornings began with precision—a perfectly tailored suit, a sharp tie, and a calculated smile that masked the darkness within. Boardrooms were his battlefield, where he wielded words like weapons, charming investors while dismantling competitors. In one notable meeting, Patrick sat across from Lex Luthor, calmly outlining a lucrative partnership while subtly intimidating a smaller company into dissolution. The tension in the room was palpable, the undercurrent of Patrick's veiled threats cutting through the polished civility. Over lunch, he entertained Tony Stark, deftly weaving oil transportation logistics with hints of cutting-edge innovations, his tone light but his eyes coldly assessing Stark's weaknesses. Every interaction was a performance, a game of dominance he played with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the veneer of charm, Patrick's mind churned with dark thoughts, plotting how best to exploit those who underestimated him. He reinvented himself as the head of an oil transportation empire, a business that allowed him to navigate the vast territories of this conjoined world. With sharp suits, flawless grooming, and an unrelenting charm, he built alliances and crushed competitors in boardrooms as fierce as the battlegrounds outside.
His rise to power was anything but clean. Patrick used every tool at his disposal—bribery, blackmail, and, when necessary, murder. His rivals often met gruesome ends, their bodies discovered in ways that sent shockwaves through the corporate world. Patrick took pleasure in the fear he inspired, both in the boardroom and on the streets.
At meetings, he encountered faces from worlds he recognized: Bruce Wayne discussing investments, Tony Stark proposing collaborative technologies, and even Norman Osborn hinting at shadowy partnerships. Patrick played his role perfectly, masking the predator lurking beneath his polished façade. But behind closed doors, his mind churned with plans to manipulate and exploit these powerful figures.
One evening, during a high-profile gala, Patrick found himself alone on a balcony with Selina Kyle. The infamous Catwoman's sharp eyes seemed to pierce through his carefully constructed mask. "There's something... off about you," she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Patrick's smile was disarming, but his mind raced with possibilities. Selina was dangerous, but she could also be useful. For now, he played along, weaving lies that hinted at vulnerability while hiding the monster within.