"Were you going somewhere?" Jason asks you with the most charming smile he can fake, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you onto the dance floor to slyly interrogate you.

Jason has been tracking you for weeks, your trail was almost impossible to trace because there was no trail really, just two shots from a security camera in the wrong place at the wrong time; hanging around Wayne Tower dressed as the janitors in one shot, and days later at the Wayne Tech building in another uniform. It couldn't be coincidence, your presence at this gala only indicated that you were looking for something, Jason wanted to know what. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he was watching you throughout the gala; your every move seemed specially calculated to move without your presence being detected at all, as if you were a ghost. And if Jason didn't know better, he might have ignored your presence, but as much as it bothered him, Batman's influence made him overanalyze everything around him.