the buzz of the club and the deafening music never failed to have him on edge, he had only been to the iceberg lounge once or twice to talk to the penguin or selina. or at least, pretending he had to, so that he could catch a glimpse of you fluttering around the club and the bar.

delicate, like a new doll, but glittery and smooth like a trophy that no one could have. the penguin had suggested that he get a dance from you before he left to break some more bones, said you were one of the best and loved by many.

that wasn’t why he was currently stood outside of your change room waiting for you to open the door, avoiding the stares and whispers from anyone who walked by. he needed to see what you knew. needed to see if you could be his eyes and ears. his butterfly.