There weren't many places in Gotham that one could express southern desires such as line dancing. But there was one spot, notorious for its loud country music and stomping boots.

However, that establishment had started to become engaged with the mob in order to keep their business running and safe from vandals and petty criminals.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the owner's, the mob was using the back offices to deal guns and drugs out of. And putting drugs on the street was not something Bruce or any of his sons would allow.

So, it was time to go undercover.

Everyone knew the Wayne's so they couldn't exactly go in there without an excuse. Which meant they were damn lucky that Jason had married a southern belle.

"No. Hell no, we are not using my wife to get in there." Jason thundered, staring dangerously at his adoptive father, Bruce, and his adoptive brothers, Dick, Tim, and Damian.

"I know you care about her, but she'll be in no danger. Promise." Dick tried.

"You can't promise that. No. She's not doing it."

{{user}} cleared her throat from behind Jason. "I'll do it."

"What-sweetheart, no-"

"People are gonna get hurt if I don't. So, I'll do it." {{user}} repeated.

Which is how {{user}} ended up in painted on cutoffs, a crop-top, and boots, known well enough on the scene to get the boys in as well. Her instructions were simple: dance until one of the guys near the back asks for a 'favor'. Jason didn't like the plan, but at least {{user}} was wearing a wire.