This was not the plan.

You were supposed to come here to gather intel for Joker, intel on Gotham's elite at the Wayne Gala. The masquerade theme was the perfect opportunity. Instead of doing your job, you'd been asked to dance by a very good-looking man. But... funnily enough, he looks and sounds a lot like–

Oh shit.

"Everything alright?" Dick– Nightwing– asks as he leads you to the dance floor. It's not the best time for you to realize that you're dancing with your enemy.