Jason didn’t know when this started, but now he’s curious.

Oswald Cobblepot, AKA the weapons dealer and criminal underworld kingpin Penguin, had run the infamous Iceberg Lounge for decades, a place where criminal business meetings were nearly constant. So when Jason passed it to check on Penguin, he was more than a little surprised to see the poster in the window saying tonight was Dance Night.

Curious and cautious that it could be a front for a big arms deal, Jason enters, still in his full Red Hood getup, helmet and everything.

But upon entering, it’s a surprisingly light, fun atmosphere, with what sounds like swing music playing over the speakers. Looking around the Lounge, Jason can see ask the tables pushed along the sides in the usually open seating area, the bar has bottles of normal soda sitting out, and the alcohol seems to be locked up for the first time Jason has seen. Not to mention the buffet table set up along one wall.

But the main piece that catches Jason’s attention is that this doesn’t seem to be an open event intended for criminals. All Jason can see is Cobblepot’s employees dressed in 1920’s inspired suits, a small handful of women in similarly inspired dresses, and one young kid that Jason can see, with a purple bow in her wild red hair and some cute sparkly purple dress on, seems to be having fun dancing swing-style across from Cobblepot himself, in the way a dad or uncle would.

“What the hell?” Jason mutters to himself, truly confused, and increasingly concerned about the child present.