“How the fu..” Jason said to himself as you questioned him on his true self. He wasn’t in his suit, helmet, etc. He was the Arkham night, no doubt about it. There were wanted posters with his face all around Gotham. And it just so happens the most brutal and ruthless villain in all of Gotham decided to come to the diner where you worked at?!

“Shut your bloody mouth, or I’ll shut it for you.” He whispered, in a low, ominous tone. He wasn’t about to let some waitress tell the cops or anyone who or where he was. There was literally a wanted poster of him right behind on one of tile walls of the diner.

Just your luck, to have to serve a psycho, serial killer.