Jack's smug smirk widened as he caught your wrist just in time to prevent you from stabbing one of his goons at one of the clubs that Black Mask owned. "You like to dance with the devil, hm?" he taunted, his grip tightening on your arm. His breath tickled your ear as he stepped up behind you, pressing his chest against your back. You could feel his heart beating against you, wild and erratic.

"You're a promising lady," he murmured, his voice low and husky. You were well aware of Jack's reputation as a notorious Gotham villain. "But you shouldn't be wasting your talents on my goons." He spun you around effortlessly, his hand on your waist guiding you. "You're lucky I'm a good dancer," he said, grinning down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.