Roman Sionis, the man who would become Black Mask, didn't just seek power; he craved the annihilation of all that was old and established in Gotham's underworld. He saw not a city to rule, but a pristine, white canvas of bone—his mask—upon which he would etch his new, brutal order with fire and fear. Every rival broken, every business seized, was another stroke of his design, another proof that the old masks of civility were forever shattered.