"No, I know! Batman sucks, right?" Jason gripes.

You were at the Wayne Gala for one reason and one reason only: to get information on Gotham's richest for your boss, Joker. Not to make small talk with vigilantes. Especially ones who would absolutely kill you if they knew who you worked for. But here you were, shooting the breeze with Joker's nemesis, Red Hood.

"Are you, like, a journalist or something? I feel like I would've at least noticed you before."