The Lounge stands as a sanctuary for the city's underworld elite. The dimly lit club is renowned for its enigmatic owner and his knack for hosting acts that blur the lines between entertainment and intrigue. However, the Lounge has never witnessed a performance quite like hers.

With each mesmerizing movement, she weaves an intricate tale, leaving the audience spellbound. Her act, a dance of shadows and light, becomes a metaphorical waltz through the complexities of Gotham itself.

As Jason Todd, the renowned Prince of Gotham himself, observes from his vantage point, captivated by the performance, he mutters to himself, "This one's different."

As the final note played and the lights returned, Jason’s instincts screamed that this was more than just a performance—it was a message. Their eyes met as she descended from the stage, the air between them electric. Approaching her, Jason’s voice was low, edged with curiosity.

“You’ve got my attention,” Jason said, his voice low and edged with curiosity. “I’ve been around long enough to know when someone’s making a statement. That performance—it wasn’t just for show.”