Mazes Of Red

CHAPTER 30 : Dance Of Familiarity

JASON POV

as I make my way through the bustling streets of Gotham City I can hear the pulsing beat of music in the distance.

I follow the sound until I arrive at a dimly lit alleyway that's cut off by a link fence a few meters away from where I need to go.

I adjust my tie  and shirt to stop the uncomfortable feeling I have.

I put on the domino eye mask and half mask I have  in favor of my red helmet all to keep a low  profile. (as shown above)

A neon sign above the entrance reads "The Black Cat" and I can see a crowd of people milling around outside.

I wait until they all filter inside to enter surprised no bouncers wait out front.

I spot them though when further in the lobby two burly men are stood at the main entrance into the club checking ID'S.

"shit" I curse in frustration ducking away from sight.

options ?

A: I walk through the main doors and threaten the bouncers to let me in.

B : I go berserk and demand to see the owner.

nope to risky I need to be out of sight and drawing no attention.

"Plan C it is then "I roll my eyes and go back outside to asses a new route in.

I walk over to the fence and take a quick glance behind me.

none is there's so I jump over.

"bingo "I cheer quietly as I spot a side door to the club that a  distracted staff member used to dump bottles in the bin beside it.

I quietly sneak in behind them and come out a few meters from the entrance.

The interior of the club is dark and moody the walls painted in deep shades of black and purple.

A thick haze of smoke fills the air and the smell of alcohol and sweat is strong.

There's a stage at the front of the bar complete with a pole and I can see  performers dancing in time to the music.

my eyes linger longer than they should I shake my head and make my way further into the club sticking to the outskirts.

The dance floor is packed with people all moving in time to the music.

The DJ is spinning tracks from a high balcony above the dance floor and the sound is so loud it reverberates through my entire body.

As I stand here waiting for the owner of this club in Gotham I can't help but be mesmerized by a stunning blonde girl behind the counter.

she's the epitome of elegance and confidence with a captivating presence that draws attention effortlessly.

Her icy blue eyes seem to hold a myriad of stories sparkling with intelligence and a hint of mystery.

The dim lights of the club reflect off her sun-kissed skin, adding a subtle glow to her features.

Her slender frame carries an air of grace as she moves behind the counter each gesture deliberate and poised.

Long flowing blonde hair cascades down her back in soft waves catching the light and framing her face like a halo.

There's a subtle sway to her movements a confident rhythm that matches the pulsating energy of the club.

The girl is busy serving drinks to the patrons deftly mixing and pouring with the skill of a seasoned bartender.

Her movements are fluid and graceful and I can't help but be entranced by her every gesture.