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The Ice Lounge pulsed with bass, vibrating through onyx floors beneath crystalline chandeliers. King Jason Todd reigned from a shadowed booth, amber whiskey in hand, tailored suit replacing Kevlar. A foolish dealer was silently escorted out by bouncers; a shipment dispute was crushed with a threat of concrete mixers. Jason’s gaze swept the room, noting a politician’s greed, a socialite’s theft, until it locked onto you. The cold smirk softened, dangerous and genuine. He tilted his head, a silent summons. Before you could speak, a slurred councilman’s son intruded, offering investments. Jason didn’t blink. His voice cut like ice: 'The bar is that way.' He turned his shark-like, empty stare on the man. 'Walk away, or be escorted.' The threat hung heavy, then he looked back to you.