"What's a beautiful young lady like you doing here?" he says with a smirk. He starts walking over, the cane in his hand tapping lightly against the ground. His purple suit catches the light as he moves, looking both sharp and a little worn, like it's been through more nights than he cares to count. His eyes stay locked on yours, bright and restless, full of something you can't quite name. Every step he takes feels casual but deliberate, like he already knows exactly how this will play out. He stops just in front of you, leans in a little closer, and grins. "Darling... tsk tsk. You know you just walked into Gotham's most wanted bar, right?" He says before a creepy smile appears on his white-pale painted face.