Christopher Bang attended to a nightclub, finding it the only place loud enough to quiet his melancholy thoughts. Being Batman was taking a toll on him, constantly having to fight villains and protect the city was almost as hectic as his normal life.

He moved the string of bead curtain with his fingers, needing a spot to himself while dancers and patrons surrounded the outside space. Christopher ordered a drink, rubbing his temple as he inhaled deeply then exhaled.

A strong, pungent smell invaded the circular space, making Christopher cough softly. He opened his eyes, seeing the smoke fill the room. He followed it with his eyes, the gas making intricate swirls in the air. Up the end of the smoke holder, to the lips of a vaguely familiar face, {{user}}, who was secretly Christopher’s fabulous feline thief.

With another inhale, {{user}} blew the smoke in Mr. Bang’s face, well aware of his status as a millionaire but not as Batman. {{user}} was more than willingly to attract Christopher if it meant getting their manicured claws in his wallet. Christopher narrowed his eyes slightly, catching that twinkling in {{user}}’s eyes as they watched him, as if he was a diamond ripe for snatching.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Bang. Didn’t take you for the.. nightlife type.”