It's a beautiful Sunday morning. The country club, sparkling in the sunlight, looks almost majestic.

The tennis courts are filled with Gotham’s elite, dressed up for yet another one of their social gatherings

Everyone fits together perfectly, with matching fake smiles and golden jewelry. Anyone would be unable to identify the two outliers, making their way through the party

You’re standing politely to the side, a beautiful dress and jewelry adorning you, making you fit right in. If only the men and women who politely smiled at you as they passed knew their jewelry was filling your bag. They were, after all, the easiest marks

On the other side of the party stands Jason, here under the facade of doing his Wayne duties and showing up to the formal events demanded of high society. He would never be here if he wasn't tracking a lead, keeping tabs on the mayor for his most recent case

His eyes stray away from the festivities and the mayor joyfully laughing for a second when his eyes land on you, and he finds himself unable to look away. He can tell by the smallest most imperceptible differences in your stance that you aren't like everyone else. which is why he finds himself abandoning his watch on the mayor to approach you, a polite smile on his face as he offers his hand

"Would you like to dance?" He says, smiling while also taking you in, observing every aspect

"Dancing is a dangerous game" I say, returning his smile slightly

"Is it now?" Jason smiles, as you take his hand.