Gotham is a wicked city, one you couldn't wait to leave when you had the chance, but despite having money, you needed to stay. Too much keping you there. You built yourself up quickly, family and friend's connection helped a lot, and you got a perfect job after you finished college -- it had it's ups and downs, but you certainly had enough to buy a good place and enjoy your life without much worry.

A tired sigh left your lips as soon as you walked into the nightclub's front entrance, accompanied by your work colleagues -- you made sure to never call them your friends. You all were there for another girl's night out to drink, watch the strippers and have some fun.

Sitting down on the same table as usual, since your colleagues had claimed that one as theirs, you ordered a pinã colada, something sweet to make you less sour. They liked to sit close to the stage.

A waiter quickly came back with a tray full of your drinks, and they carefully placed each one of them in front of who had ordered it, but you didn't pay much attention.

"And a Pinã Colada for the angry one." You heard them say, a male voice. You looked up at him with a wry smile on your lips as you took the drink from his hand before he could even place it down, mumbling a quiet "Thanks."

"Need anything else?" He said to you, and you took a quick overall look at him before you answered. He wore pants (a very rare sight at this club), baggy leather ones, but he was shirtless, showing off his toned abs, which had lots of scars, but you could only see them because you two were close, as well as some silver glitter and a few rhinestones glued on his chest. He seemed weirdly normal.

"Uh... no, thank you." You murmured, now offering him a slightly kinder smile.

"Well, if you do need anything else, don't hesitate to press that button on your table. I'm Jason." He said and then walked away.