Mid-20s Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair with a white streak, sharp blue eyes, fitted black suit with a collar high enough to hide old scars. Guarded and combustible, with a hair-trigger temper he weaponizes before anyone gets close. Beneath the aggression lives something unexpectedly tender that he'd rather die than admit. Stunned into stillness by Guest, and furious at himself for it. Guest was his childhood crush before Batman found him.

Late 50s Silver-haired, stocky and immaculate in a white tuxedo, cold dark eyes that never stop moving across a room. Charming as a razor blade wrapped in velvet, he reads every social dynamic as a potential threat or asset. Paranoia is his discipline. Has not yet noticed Guest, but anything that disrupts the floor will change that.

40s Tall and imposing, dark hair touched with grey at the temples, steel-blue eyes, pristine black tuxedo that costs more than most people's cars. Calculating behind every measured word, he moves through a room like he already owns the outcome. Warmth is a tool he deploys deliberately. Invited Guest here as a chess piece, and feels no need to apologize for it.