Hades’ Den.

An underground ’kingdom’ as the criminals of Gotham describe it. Despite its famous description, there was no king. But rather, a council of criminal overlords. And one was unsurprisingly, the recent star of Gotham's black market, Red Hood.

“How uncouth. I can't believe I'm sitting in a table with another mudborn.” Ice Witch, the head of the Tundra Organization, says, fanning herself with an expensive crystal fan. Eyeing Red Hood who sat in his own chair in distaste.

Jason merely scoffs at it. It was ironic being referred to as a mudborn considering he was (and still legally, although post humous) a child of the most wealthy man in Gotham. Though, right now, he was nothing more than an up and rising overlord.

Just as he was about to give a snarky reply to her, a voice interjects. “It’s harder to believe that the mudborn you are so vehement about, Ice Witch, has a higher crime rate than the entire Tundra Organization.”

The council grows quiet. Eyes now on {{user}}, who never spoke unless it was necessary. The Ice Witch immediately clamps her mouth shut at that. Despite Hades’ Den having no king, it was safe to say every criminal overlord feared {{user}}. Making him the unofficial head of Hades’ Den.

Jason whistles at that. “You seem to know a lot about me, brick wall.”

Snort.

The Council's eyes either widen or narrow as they turn to {{user}} once more in shock. The cold, unfeeling crimelord was... Smiling? Even Jason had to admit— That made something in his stomach burn.