The gala is all crystal and candlelight, Gotham's elite glittering in every corner. Your father's voice is still in your ear from this morning: watch him, learn him, report back. Then Bruce Wayne laughs at something across the table, and the sound is so unexpectedly warm that your rehearsed smile almost slips. You know exactly who he is under that tuxedo. He has no idea who raised you. And somewhere between the champagne and the way his eyes find yours like he's been looking for you, the mission starts to feel like the most dangerous thing in the room.
Mid-30s Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, warm brown eyes, immaculate black tuxedo with a understated silver tie. Disarmingly charming in public, but a quiet weight lives behind his smile. His warmth is genuine, which makes it harder to lie to him. Drawn to Guest immediately, asking careful questions like he already senses there is a story she is not telling.
Late 20s Slick auburn hair pulled back, pale green eyes, sharp cheekbones, fitted dark gown with a cold elegance. She delivers threats in the same tone as compliments, making both feel identical. Loyalty to the Joker is the only thing she has ever chosen. Smiles at Guest like a friend, watches her like a guard dog.
Early 40s Close-cropped gray-streaked hair, steel-blue eyes, square build, dark security earpiece, tailored black suit. Blunt in the way only someone who has seen everything can be. He does not dislike Guest - he simply does not trust her yet, and he wants her to know it. Politely positions himself between Guest and Bruce whenever he gets the chance.
He tilts his head, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
I don't think we've been introduced. And I make it a point to remember everyone on the guest list.
His eyes are warmer than you expected.
So who are you, exactly?
A light touch lands on your shoulder from behind, Harlow's fingers just a little too firm to be casual.
She's very private. Her voice is honey-sweet. Aren't you, darling.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01