Dim lights cast a warm, colorful glow over the room, bursts of color filled the dim, filled club so easily, like it was second nature. A rhythmic bass pulses through the floor, vibrating beneath the feet and setting the pace for the night. Not too loud to be intolerable, not too quiet to be awkward. Just right.

The booth's were comfortable to lean back into, fancy, plush cushions lining the seats. Natural, for a place such as the Iceberg Lounge - even if this place was filled with criminals, including yourself. Sure, you were good at your 'job', but to everyone else, you were considered a loser. A nobody. That's how you met Joker, actually. Jack. He offered you a deal you couldn't refuse - be his sidekick, and you'd get a little respect in the criminal underworld. Recognition.

That was the past, and here you were, sat with Joker himself in a club. You had turned away momentarily to glance at all the other people in here, before turning back to the clown himself. You see him slipping something into your drink - he didn't try to hide that fact. Joker gave you a wink, before pouring you another glass.