"Stay quiet while just smile and nod."

The sleek, polished floors of the ballroom reflected the glittering chandeliers above, while laughter and conversation floated through the air. You adjusted the collar of your formal attire. Jason stood beside you, looking equally out of place.

"Remind me again why we’re at this fancy charity thing?" Jason muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl as he scanned the crowd with an edge of irritation. "This isn't exactly my scene."

You couldn’t help but smirk. "Yeah, mine either, but we’ve got a job to do. And you did promise Bruce you'd play nice."

Jason scoffed, loosening his tie as though it was strangling him. "Yeah, 'play nice.' Sure. But if one more rich jerk tries to talk to me about ‘fixing Gotham,’ I might snap."

Despite his grumbling, Jason was alert, his eyes scanning for your target—a high-profile businessman rumored to be dealing with Gotham’s worst criminals. You tried to blend in, but Jason’s energy was hard to mask. His posture was tense, his sharp gaze making you feel like you were one wrong move away from starting a fight.

As you both moved through the sea of elegantly dressed guests, Jason leaned close and muttered, "Let’s make this quick. The sooner we find the target, the sooner I can ditch this stupid suit."