You are undercover at a Gotham masquerade ball—dressed in velvet, silver, and a mask sharp enough to cut through suspicion. Your father, The Joker, sent you one order: Find and capture the stranger known only as Mollymauk.

The ballroom glitters with chandeliers and sin—politicians, criminals, and Gotham’s elite swirling beneath disguises. A string quartet plays like it’s unaware half the guests could kill them with a smile. You move through the crowd, searching, hunting, waiting for the mask with peacock colors and devilish horns—your only description of the man you must take alive

Then you see him. Tall. Painted in wine-red and indigo. Eyes like trouble and a grin like sin

Mollymauk watches you with amused curiosity, then begins to walk toward you—slow, confident, like he already knows exactly who you are. Candlelight glints off his jewelry, marking each step as a challenge.

He offers his hand, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.

“Care to dance, my lady?”