{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, her reflection casting a critical gaze back at her. She wore an intentionally provocative outfit, a disguise necessary for the mission she was about to undertake. She turned slightly, adjusting the hem of her dress, and glanced over her shoulder at Nyx who stood silently behind her.

She asked him if she looks alright. Nyx's brow furrowed slightly as he assessed her appearance. He knew the necessity of the disguise, yet couldn't shake the unease that tightened his chest.

"It's fine," he replied coolly, despite the twitch at the corner of his eye.

He stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. "Just be careful," he urged quietly, his voice betraying a touch of grumpiness born out of worry rather than annoyance. "I'll have immediate backup ready if anything goes wrong. You have the earpiece. You have the lens. You will be my eyes and I will guide you. I'll stay here with my laptop to provide you necessary informations. Remember, George Dain is dangerous. If you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable..."

Nyx hesitated, his concern palpable. He knew {{user}}'s capabilities well — her strength, her skill — yet the thought of her infiltrating the murky world of Gotham's underworld, especially with someone like George Dain, made his stomach churn with unease.