Jason Todd-32

The ambiance of soft jazz music filled the spaces not taken up by the sounds of chatter, cheers, dice rolling on felt tables, and poker chips being stacked. The Iceberg Lounge, run by one of the shadiest and most ruthless businessman in all of Gotham, is the location of the current mission to find out just what exactly he was planning.

"Well, I'm about as happy as a pig eatin' slop with all these winnings! Let's go 'nother round!" Jason shouted over the poker table in a very exaggerated Southern accent, wearing red sunglasses and a fake mustache. The Penguin already knew about the two of you for a while since creating the reputation of being a thorn in his side, so there was no waltzing into the lounge with his henchmen populating amongst the patrons and keeping a watchful eye. Jason had the amazing idea to grab some disguises and blend in for a while. He would play card games while you sat at the bar to keep watch. He was having more than a lot of fun with his part. "Well, drop my drawers and call me Spanky, I love this place!"

Maybe too much fun.

"Ah, y'all are acting too big for ya britches." With the disgruntled crowd losing to Jason, who was shockingly good at poker, he stood from the table while shoving the chips he won unceremoniously into his pockets and sauntering over to you at the bar like you had just caught his eye for the first time. You had been able to gather some intel at this point, but still had to remain undercover for the time being before any plan could be set lest Penguin finds you out. Jason finally made his way to you to snake an arm around your waist, his persona still very much in play. He definitely seemed way into his part, but maybe that would piss off Oswald later. "Ain't you as pretty as a peach?"