I didn't even know the name of the club we were sitting in. I didn't like the uncertainty that came with that. What kind of reputation did this place have? Would people slip drugs into my drink? Would I be hauled to off to a back room to have God knows what done with me? Sheela kept telling me I was overreacting, as always. I guess I was. It didn't look that bad. Sure, it had a few strange looking characters lurking in the corners, but what place in Gotham City didn't? I was fine. Nothing had happened yet, it probably wasn't going to.

I tried to clear my mind of all things negative as I took a drink of whatever concoction Sheela decided to get me. It was a bit too strong for my liking, but I'm guessing that was her plan. Get me drunk enough to stumble into some guy that might make me happy. She didn't seem to quite understand that I couldn't see myself ending up with someone that way. I always pictured something less alcohol related, a grocery store, a friend's party, the normal things.

"Delilah, if you don't get out of your head right now I will slap you upside the face."

Sheela found it necessary to use my fear of violence against me. I looked at her for the first time since we walked into the club. Under this light, she looked completely trashy. She had a thing for bright blue glitter eyeshadow. It didn't bother me until now. Control, Delilah, control. Don't get annoyed now. Stay calm. "Well you weren't talking, what would you rather me do?"

At this she frowned. Sheela was never fond of me talking back. "I'd rather you go and find a man to complete your life," she sighed, flicking a piece of blonde hair out of her eyes, "Honestly Delilah, you can't tell me there's not at least one guy in this club that you don't think is cute."

I glanced around quickly. Not a one. "Yes, I honestly could say that," I said, not willing to give in, "Plus, I bet if I did find a guy I thought was cute, he'd be with a girl, either that or he'd end up being a complete jackass."

The look on her face seemed to be looking for sympathy, which I wouldn't give her. She grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the bar. "I'll find you a guy, or, so help me God, I'll kill someone," she grumbled. She and I weaved through the crowd of dancing people for a good three minutes before she pushed me into a chair. I looked up at her, helpless. Damn Sheela and her missions. "You're staying here for as long as it takes you to have a real conversation with a man." And with that, she was gone.

I raised my hand, ready to stop her, but didn't go through with it. I wouldn't be able to stop her anyway. I swiveled my chair around to face the bar in defeat, glancing to my right. An older looking man with a buzz cut had his back to me, talking to a scantily clad girl. I sighed in irritation, looking to the left. The first thing that caught my eye was the purple coat he was wearing. It was in awful condition, but still attractive. When I looked to his face, he looked at me. That's when I forgot how to breathe. I didn't notice the scars, or even the remnents of makeup around his hairline, all I saw was his eyes. Even then I knew they would haunt me for the rest of my life.

AN: Short, yes. But it's an introduction more than anything. This was spur of the moment, not to mention my first story I've decided to put on here. Review with your thoughts, please. :)