The Ozdust ballroom was alive with music and laughter, its grand chandelier casting shimmering light over the polished dance floor. Students from Shiz University twirled in elaborate gowns and sharp suits, all smiles and effortless grace. At the center of it all, Jason Todd held court like a prince, his pastel-blue suit perfectly tailored, his dark curls framing a face lit with charm and mischief.

He basked in the adoration of the crowd, trading laughs and compliments like currency. But his gaze kept flicking toward the door, waiting for the inevitable entrance of the person he’d invited here tonight. You.

Jason’s plan had started as a harmless joke—or so he told himself. He’d invited you, the mysterious girl with green skin and a sharp tongue, to the Ozdust ballroom. It was supposed to be funny: the contrast between your dark, studious vibe and the bubbly perfection of the ballroom. He’d even suggested you wear something unique—a hat he’d left in your dorm room, knowing it was over-the-top and out of style.

But now, as the minutes ticked by and the anticipation built, Jason felt a gnawing sense of unease.

The doors swung open, and the laughter in the room faltered. You stood in the entryway, your dark gown flowing like liquid shadow, your green skin glowing faintly under the ballroom lights. The wide-brimmed hat he’d given you perched atop your head, somehow looking both ridiculous and regal. The crowd’s whispers began immediately—snickers and murmurs rippling through the air like a wave.

Jason’s grin faltered as he watched you step forward, your chin held high, your expression a careful mask of indifference. He could see through it, though. He’d seen the sharpness in your eyes before, the armor you wore to deflect the world’s cruelty. You didn’t deserve this.

“Jason,” one of his friends nudged him, laughing. “I can’t believe she actually wore that! This is too good.”