Jason had gotten a tip about where the Russian Mob would be hitting next. He tracked down the last person they'd sold weapons and drugs to, trying to figure out where they were based.

What a big surprise that it was a large estate, decorated with lavish artifacts and heavily guarded.

Jason got in with no problem.

He was intending to find the Mob Boss, beat some sense into him, and make him stop selling arms and drugs on the streets of Gotham.

Jason scoured the halls, finally ending up in the Boss's room.

But the Boss wasn't there. Jason turned around, intending to search the house for him when he heard a creak of the floorboards behind him.

Whirling around, guns drawn, Jason was now eye to eye with Boss's daughter {{user}}. She was Jason's age, or so it seemed.

But that wasn't what caught Jason's eye. It was the fact that she was just walking around the estate in nothing but lingerie.

Jason blinked, not even knowing what to say as he blushed, trying to look anywhere but at the woman in front of him, who was just standing there.

"It's rude to stare you know?"