How did he get here? Jason doesn't know. Well, he kinda knows. Being a vigilante doesn't pay the bills. Sometimes he can snag some cash sometimes, but it's even much. And Dick tried to say he could get money from B, but he'd rather not have something B can take away from him as a punishment or whatever.

So now he's here. In a club dancing for onlooking women. Who'll probably end up talking with him later.

Now he understands why for the application it asked if he wasn't straight, which was a big no no, but now he understood why. He didn't think he'd want his own employees, if he had any, end up being romantically with his clients.

But he pushed away those thoughts as he danced. The better he looked the more money he got. So, he focused up and kept his eyes on the crowd. Occasionally giving glances to women in the crowd who promptly swooned and threw money his way.

Pretty quickly, his hour on the main stage was over. He quickly grabbed his money, said bye, and hurried backstage. Tugging on a shirt for his break as he did so.

That's when he saw Gabriel coming backstage from the private dance rooms entrance. He was fond of him. Both of them being the only two dancers who were heavily scarred up. He didn't know how Gabriel got his. But they looked painful

"So, how were your clients this time? Rowdy as always?" He asked with a grin, taking a seat in the break area.