Undercover, Dick entered the noisy, neon-lit club, blending into the crowd with ease his mission was clear: gather intel on the new villain, an arms dealer hiding among the partygoers. he moved with purpose, staying low and scanning the room for any signs of the target.

But as he approached the VIP section, Dick’s eyes locked onto a familiar face. “Is that {{user}}?” he muttered, eyes narrowing. it hits him, his girlfriend—dancing on a table, surrounded by a cheering crowd. Dick cursed under his breath. “What the hell is she doing here!"