Diana gets Acquainted with a VIP.

A burlesque atmosphere hangs around the place as the beautiful melody sung by a stunning woman fills the air. Her voice sounds so enchanting, unlike anything Diana has heard so far. The woman is topless, wearing nothing but pink ''frou-frou'' cancan frilly knickers and one long velvet glove.

But it's not just her voice, her stunning figure, curves in all the right places. long golden hair and deep blue eyes like the crystal clear waters of Themyscira. Diana is simply left speechless, it stops her in her tracks, hypnotizing her.

There is a scent of freshly served drinks mixing with that of the cigar smoke, that rises up from several tables. Laughter has filled the air ever since she entered. One such laugh she recognizes, a maniacal sick laughter. It is that of Batman's arch nemesis, none other then Joker himself, a psychopath for whom destruction is the ultimate joke.

On Joker's lap sits Harlequin, who once used to be his psychiatrist but with a few screws missing of her own, she quickly became fascinated by him, obsessed, in love...as she would put it. For her, it was love at first sight, but Joker never seemed to share those feelings.

It is best to stay clear from this man or anyone surrounding him, Diana thinks to herself. It would require the luck of the devil to blindly approach those villains and find out more about what she needs to know.

Diana feels that the best choice for now would be blending in and trying to stay close to them, but not too close. This is only the beginning and she has at least manged to get inside.

Sitting a few tables from where Diana is standing is Oswald Cobblepot, better known as Penguin, a heavy stench of the cigar is coming from that direction. He throws a glance at Diana but quickly his attention is drawn elsewhere, towards the girl sitting next to him, who smiles at him. To which he replies by exhaling smoke in her face, after which he releases a twisted laugh.

Completely unfazed by the girl's coughing Cobblepot directs his attention towards the gentlemen sitting at his table, the girl remains silent. After all, it is unwise to argue with Cobblepot, unless you want to wake up in tank full of sharks. As twisted as he is deformed, he is willing to kill at the drop of a dime.

Diana's attention is diverted towards the other men sitting in the club. The room is filled with rich people, CEO's from shady companies, **** lords and all kinds of other scum polluting the city with their poison.

The song stops immediately followed by everyone clapping, the lady blows a kiss to the audience, bowing as she leaves the stage slowly disappearing behind the curtain like a seductress.

Diana again left breathless, she is quickly brought back to reality by a hand moving up her dress, stroking her well formed backside. Disappearing between her warm round cheeks. She grabs the wrist and pulls the hand away taking a glance behind her back at the culprit.

''Hands where they belong!'' She calls out.

''Why not tell me where they belong love, I think that's a fine place to put them actually.'' Penguin laughingly answers.

''Not where you put them, they don't'' Diana answers slightly annoyed but trying to stay calm for the sake of the mission.

''Feisty, I like that! Gotta love a broad with a fighting spirit, makes things interesting in the hay'' He says winking at her.

Diana gives no reply, she'd rather he leaves her alone. This is a bad time to draw so much attention but then again, getting on his good side might get her some new leads or lead to nothing after all. It's her choice to make but making a scene would be mostly unwise.

''So love, have you come to keep little old me some company or are you one of the new girls?'' Penguin asks with a grin on his face, removing Diana's dress with his eyes.

She stands there motionless, calculating her chances, presented with a dilemma, join this man at the table with a night of countless possibilities or try to divert his attention to something else by thinking of some other excuse.

What is she to do...?