Jason had done a lot since his return to Gotham. Red Hood was now a household name among the lower class areas of Gotham. Everyone knew him and everyone who deserved to fear him knew why.

Now that he had taken over the Iceberg Lounge and subsequently the 44 Below, even the upper class had learned to fear the Red Hood.

But Jason couldn't be everywhere at once. So he had an informant. Someone who knew the club like the back of their hand.

That someone just happened to be you, one of the dancers for the 44 Below.

You had been greasing up a person of interest. He had gone too far, gotten too touchy, too pissed when you didn't give in. Jason had to step in and he wasn't exactly pleased. “{{user}}.” He groaned frustratedly as he ushered you into his office and shut the door behind the two of you. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?!”