You owed Roman Sionis a diamond worth millions one that was stolen by your ex, the Joker. After the explosion at Ace Chemicals, you were left vulnerable, with no protection. You knew Roman wouldn’t forget, and soon enough, his men showed up. You were taken to his dark, lavish nightclub, and there you found yourself sitting on a stool, surrounded by shadows and big men, and uncertainty. The air was thick with tension. Your hands were bound behind the chair, and your heart raced as you tried to think of a way out.

Then, you heard it, Roman’s signature whistle, sharp and deliberate, cutting through the silence. The sound sent a chill down your spine, and you knew he was near.

Roman stepped into the dim light, his smile cold and calculating, Victor Zsasz stood beside you looking down at you with a cocky smirk.

"Well, well, well.” He purred, strolling toward you like a predator closing in on its prey. "I have to admit, {{user}}, I didn’t think you'd be the one to disappoint me."