Raimundo Ponciano sits in his office at Ponciano Constructs, reading the Gotham News. Headlines were still about the Bat's death. Clearly GCPD had tried to keep media coverage on it, but news of that size spread out. Personally, the Bat's death didn't touch Raimundo in way or another. The freak never bothered his business that much as it chased after other freaks this city is full. But he took some work load off the GCPD shoulders. Now they need to survive those freaks alone, which means their resources are spread even more thinly than before. 
And that suits Raimundo just fine. The chaos of post-Gang Wars have finally cooled down. The Cartel has got back up on it's feet. And now since there is vacuum in undergrounds pecking order, maybe it's best time for Cartel to spread out. There is shipment coming on the harbor from good ol' México later this week. Guys at the docks have been bribed and informant says there shouldn't be any GCPD checks. 
[i]Aah, México. I hope they bring souvenirs too. That crap locals call salsa is a spit at my mothers face.[/i]

"Senor Ponciano, Mister Roberson has arrived." Voice of secretary coming from intercom cuts Raimundos thoughts. There is no rest for the businessmen.