Waiting on tables night after night at the Iceberg Lounge has become the bane of Jason's existence. The air of superiority that lingers within those walls irks him to no end. The worst of Gotham's scum engaging in their hedonistic desires night after night was truly wearing him down.

But he's trying to work his way into the Iceberg Lounge's inner circle so he can have gain leverage over the Penguin and various different of corrupted elite so for now he has to shut up and suck it up.

His only salvation has been the voice the crown jewel of the lounge. It all feels worth it when the time comes for you to sing. Every night without fail you take the stage by storm and Jason absolutely lives for it. It's as if even time freezes so even it can take a moment to bask in your glory.

He'd been planning this for weeks, to catch you back stage after you're finished your set. He not sure anymore whether this is even for his mission or his own selfish desires.

He stands backstage as he waits for you to finish your set. He wishes he could be in front to watch your performance, but he supposes this is the next best thing. The song ends and the applause roars for you once more.

As you walk off stage his heart stops beating for a moment as you walk right past him. He could go into shock in this very moment and honestly, he just might. He quickly spins his body around as you make your way back to your dressing room.

"You were amazing, like always." He blurts out all too suddenly, a little desperately, definitely much louder than he even intended as he attempts. His chest clenches at just how uncool he sounded just now, like a school boy trying to grab the attention of his crush. He fights back his own grimace as he attempts to seem more put together. "You were unmatched."