Who: Damian and Mary Jane Where: The Luxor casino What: Teenagers getting into trouble When: Thursday nightish Warning: Snarky teenagers
The casino floor of the Luxor buzzed with the nervous energy. Some called the ice through Vegas a sign of the end of times and wanted to repent. But, the majority just wanted to party until the world cracked and swallowed them whole. It was strange how few crimes were committed within the casino walls. How kind and silly people got when they thought death could pop up and snatch them at any second. It reminded Damian of one of those old Gotham carnivals that psychopaths loved to haunt. How people loved to giggle and scream for the thrill of it all.
Damian didn't know anything about that.
Only hours before, he had been throwing shadows off his property like a territorial jungle cat. Talons apparently thought they could get away with snooping around his family's graveyard and there were few things that angered the little bird more than someone messing with his ancestors. Before they could even read his great-grandfather's name off his gravestone, Damian swooped down and cut the shadows up with the brutal efficiency he was known for. But, with each one he took down, another two popped up from the shadows. He was surrounded and possibly defeated when the door sucked him through Passages.
Now, he gave himself the job of pest control. There were hints of Talons all over Vegas now and it was up to him to hunt every single one of them down. He looked the part of a young, rich man with nothing better to do than lurk around card tables and pick up women. Dressed in a Wayne appropriate black suit and tie, he gave an aloof smile to girls that danced pass. It felt like he was the only person who didn't believe the world was going to end in 3, 2, 1...