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"Um...excuse me? If I could have everyone's attention for a minute."

The hustle and bustle of the bar continues a pace, as if he'd said nothing at all.

"Hello? Can I have your attention, please."

Still nothing. There are drinks being drunk and foods being eaten and hub-bubs to bub.

"Okay...that's it."

A near ear piercing whistle makes it's way through the din. You'd almost expect a fleet of taxis to pull up along side the dirty-blonde haired man standing behind Bar. After all, that's what whistles like that are cultivated for in the first place.

"Thank you. Uh,...I guess I have an announcement to make. Um...first things first. Apologies to those who've had questionable...uh...bar-fare in the last couple of days. There's a refund coming your way if you were inconvenienced in any way. It's been a rough week of transition for everyone involved, and we appreciate your patience.

This brings me to my second point, um...for the time being...."

At this turn of phrase he winces slightly, as if someone had just poked him rather hard in the brain.

"...I will be assuming the role of Head Barman. So uh...yeah. If you've got any concerns, let me know I'll do what I can. If you have any complaints...please keep in mind that I am a highly trained ninja that can kill you in your sleep.

Okay with that said...the Bar is open."

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"If you can get dressed on more than one side. I prefer to dress my outside, to be honest."

"Like Superman?"

"I always preferred Batman."

Up until the 1960s and Robin. Because nothing says 'Justice' like prebuscent boys in short shorts!

Wholly Pedophilia, Batman!

Mike eyes him. Dark complexion. Accent. Suit.

"Yeah, I can see that."

~~Mun collapses in a fit of laughter~~

A suit, or at least the components of one.

"And Gotham always seemed like it needed a helping hand more than bright and sunny Metropolis."

"And who better to fix it than a crazy guy with years of emotional baggage! Not that, you know, I'm one to talk. I mean, I used to fight crime wearing nothing but knee pads, elbow pads, a belt and a mask."

"Fighting crime I can understand." Santino looked like he was on the verge of laughter. "But no pants? Would that not leave you somewhat open to attack?"

"Nahh. Internal bits."

Mike leans in conspiratorily.

"It's all about the bits."

"Of course."

"Internal?" Cue confusion and curiousity.

"Well yeah. They like...I guess they kind of just get...they're inside. Trust me on this."

"So, either you aren't truly human, or are actually a woman." Santino reasoned.

"Oooh, I like both of those options. Yes sir, can I have another!"

Santino laughed.

Shaking his head, "The world may never know."

"Just like how many licks it takes to get the to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Damn you Mr. Owl! Damn you!"

Santino laughed.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Head Barman Mikey. I hope your tenure is peaceful and successful. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon, but for now I think I should be getting to bed."