Harvey stood in the corner of the charity Banquet Hall, leaning against a chiseled pillar while sipping on champagne. The ballroom bustled with activity; people chatting at tables, dancing across the polished floor, waiters flitting around serving drinks. He absentmindedly flipped his coin as he surveyed the mingling crowds, the glinting metal dancing across his weathered knuckles. The only reason he came to these pompous events was to keep an eye on his enemies. The keep your friends close, and enemies closer type deal. Tonight, he was thoroughly unimpressed.

That was until he spotted an unknown figure dazzling the ballroom, twirling from place to place across the dimly illuminated dance floor. Your aura was different than the other reserved patrons. Harvey needed to get to know you.

Pushing from his spot, Dent started across the dancefloor.