There is No such thing as luck (Open to Villains/Civilians)

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Niño Osito or Bane as he was more known in the criminal underworld stepped at the door of the casino. He gently tapped on the door. he stood tall in clad in a two-piece suit and completely unmasked.  while his main persona may have been that of a brute and a warrior, it was not a persona he could hold all the time. A former king of the underworld had to carry some form of high classmanship.  The slit of the door opened.



"Password"


"sassafras." Bane said.

The door opened to a room of bright lights, Roulette tables and slot machines. This was one of the more profitable casinos in the Bowery generating Ten's of Thousands of Dollars a day. It was also a very secretive ones that was controlled by the mafia.

The man that ran the place known as Marcus Alferdo he knew a lot about Bane's reputation and the moment the man caught eye of the former king, a giant grin came across his face


Marcus Alfredo

"Well well well...All Hail the King."

The short stout man got up from his seat and shook Bane's hand.

"The boys were starting to think you were dead you been missing from Gotham for Months. Batman's been kicking our butts ten ways to Tuesday."

"I'm flattered that you value me so much to the point where you are willing to leave me dead for the sharks to feast on my carcass."

Marcus began tugging at his shirt collar. his forehead started to sweat.


"Look you got to understand we couldn't wait for you forever."

"No harm, no foul. In fact I have come here to make a little bit of a wager."

Marcus lit a cigar.

"Alright what do you have in mind?"

"Your Casino. A game over poker."

"Allright I'm game. And if I win?"

"I am but your humble Servant."

A smirk came over Marcus's face as he puffed up a cigar.  He then Lept up from his seat and made a big announcement.

"Hear Ye Hear Ye I the Great Marcus Alfredo have accepted the Great Bear's Challenge. Now Watch as I make The Great Bear bow before me."

He had one of the showgirls set up a table. Another one set up the cards and deck. A smirk came over Bane's face.

"We will see whom bows to whom."



 
 

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This is it. THIS is the reason Mark Mardon hates Gotham. An eye cast a lazy glance at the eccentric; everyone in Gotham was eccentric. If you weren't you were just a smudge in the city's history. 

Knocking back another drink, he turned in his chair to face the portly man on the table. He hated coming to places alone, but an underground casino wasn't exactly what Cold had in mind for a good time. In fact, he wasn't sure just what kind of vacation Len thought he was going to have moving to Gotham for a few months. This place was a nuthouse. It's as if Arkham Asylum was just how the city saw itself lately. It didn't dawn on him just who this guy was talking about--not that he cared who this fat man was--but he was tall, nicely dressed. Was this guy supposed to be some bigwig around these parts or what? He had never heard of the "Bear of Gotham." 

People thought Gotham made people tough. Made them hard. Mark could name more places worse off than Gotham, but the home-brew of hard liquor wasn't bad. He wasn't sure the quality of blow they had along with other illegal drugs being passed around; he was just happy that Evan McCulloch (the Mirror Master) wasn't here to see just the amount this casino had. Seemed like everywhere he turned there was just an abundance of drugs. 

Mark idly turned back, after the charade was over, "Hey," he called to the bartender, "I said keep them coming. If you see me without a glass in my hand put one in there." The bartender looked annoyed but complied and filled his glass. "Also, who's the guy in the hot pants and that tall guy? They big here in Gotham?" 

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Lenny hated his job, course his life had always been a series of bad luck followed by bad choices and sadly it was just a cycle that kept on repeating itself. Now here he was a 70 year old man with his life basically spent, and more than likely he was going to die as a lousy bartender in a criminal nut joint. The mafia was one thing, but it seemed like the individuals kept get nuttier and nuttier.


Lenny Prescout


"Nooo let's not worry about building up the economy in Gotham...let's not banish the freaking nutcases to some far off island. Let's totally destroy any form of business and stick all the nutcases here where they can kill each other. The people will love us. Oh and the little people oh don't worry about them they'll find a way to get out. Gosh I hate Gotham's politics."

what could he do though the government all but took his home in the name of their freaking project, and all he could do was cop a squat and hope he didn't get torn limb from limb. At least Marcus gave him a place to sleep in the back. So in a way he felt like he could not complain too much. 

"Hey, I said keep them coming. If you see me without a glass in my hand put one in there."

Lenny game him a glance of annoyance, but the fact of the matter was he was too old to care anymore too old and too tired. So he did what he'd always do. He filled the man's glass. His ears perked up when the man asked a question.

"Also, who's the guy in the hot pants and that tall guy? They big here in Gotham?"

Lenny sat a glass down and pointed his crooked finger in their general direction.

"The Fat guy over their that looks like Mario from Mario Bros is Marcus Alfredo. He's the owner of the Casino and one of the top dogs of Gotham's criminal underworld. As far as the big guy is concerned, have you been living under a rock? That's Bane. He's the man that broke the Batman and put him out of commission for all those  months. He was king of the criminal underworld for the longest time and then he upped and disappeared. Ever since he left the guys had been battling as to who would take over. Well it looks like Bane's returned now and between you and me he looks pretty peeved off."



 

 The game continued on back and forth. neither one side was getting an advantage over the other. However this did give Bane a mental advantage as Marcus was starting to loose patients.


"look you and I have been at this for hours how about we make things interesting and make this next hand a sudden death winner take all.

"Suit yourself." Bane said emotionless 

Marcus grinned from ear to ear. "I got a full house. What you got sucker?"

Bane keeping a steady poker face laid his cards.

Ten, Jack, Queen, King, Ace

Marcus's heart dropped as the words Royal Flush could be heard being whispered among the crowd.

"You continue to gamble eventually you'll lose. Now Sign the deed to me."

One of the show ladies brought the deed and Marcus signed it with his hands shaking. He Gritted his teeth. before reaching down and pulling out a tommy gun. The audience started screaming.


"You'll have to Pardon me Bane. I'm a sore losser. and you know what, after I kill you, i'm going to tear that thing up liked it never happened and this will go down in history as the day the Great Bear died."

Bane ripped the gun from Marcus and grabbed him by the throat. A demented smile came over Bane's face.

He then whispered in the Gangster's ear. "This is what you get for abandoning your king amigo."

With a single counter-clockwise twist a loud crack filled the room. and Marcus's body fell to the floor. The goons watching aimed their guns as they started to sweat. Bane just looked at them with a single cold stare.

"Kneel before me." he growled.

At first the goons were hesitant until the first one sat his gun down and knelt. The rest followed suit. As a sort of showing of peace, Bane bowed back at them before giving a signal for them to take Marcus's body away.

 as the goons carried the body away, He then looked over at the crowd most of them seemed shocked at the sight they had just seen.

"This Casino is under New Management!  And as my first order of business..." Bane looked over to see all the rebel rousers and the stone punks into the room.

"This is officially a drug free... all drugs are to be removed off the premise immediately. Those who do not comply...Will be immediately executed."

Half of the casino emptied out after hearing that announcement. Those who were selling the drugs immediately left the premise. Those that were stoned were kicked out.

"As for the rest of you, your luxury is on the house tonight. Eat Drink and be merry.






 


   

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"That's Bane? Jesus, no wonder he wears the mask all the time." Mark pondered taking a light sip of his drink. It was scotch, neat. Served with that hint of the reminants of the pot it was brewed in. It gave it that personality that he was looking for in a drink. He knew that Evan wouldn't care for it as long is it got the job done. That baffled the Weather Wizard. How could a Scotland native couldn't care about scotch.

"I guess he quit while he was ahead. That's the way I'd go out. You ask me, coming back to Gotham was a mistake."

Never mind that the Rogue let inform him that he's not FROM Gotham, he didn't feel the need to explain it to him. His care for the knowledge of this bartender was very little. Mark wasn't one to start conversations with middle aged bar tenders, but the casino was for the most part a sausage party. That being an underground, password whispering type of illegal activity, and thug round up center; employers most likely found and hired from this joint. The fact that someone decided to make a big deal out of a game. Then the gun was pulled.

Straight faced, and unflinching, the only reason Mark peered over his shoulder to look at the direction the screaming was coming from was just to avoid eye contact with the Lenny the Bartended. Or whatever his nametag said.

As the pudgy man hit the floor dead cold, Mark--unimpressed--took another sip of his scotch. Bane was busy making his announcement, too much for Mark to care, but the gunshot instinctively told him to rest his hand against his Weather Wand which was stashed the way a jedi would conceal his lightsaber over their belt. His raidcoat didn't hide it all too well, but enough for no one to know he wasn't carrying a gun.

Of course when drug dealers were beginning to get booted, Mardon thought it was best for Evan to stay back in Central after all. The only words that mattered to him were "On the House." Great. He knocked his glass back and placed it back on the bar entertaining for a refill. He didn't bring any money.