Roy had been involved with a lot of people. But a stripper? Not a chance. Well, that's what he would've said if he saw himself three months from now, frequenting a nightclub for some damn mission. You were a working girl, and Dick needed intel on one of your clients— some drug lord with a less-than admirable reputation in Gotham. So, Dick sent Roy, to try and get close enough to you to learn more about the target.

"Doesn't the staring ever bother you?" The redhead murmured, wishing to try and make conversation as you both stood behind the nightclub you worked at, the music from inside muffled slightly. You had to admit, his questions were somewhat strange at times, but he seemed to actually want to talk to you. It was nice to hold a conversation with someone who didn't just want you for your body.