After the event regarding that idiot bodyguard Killing Joke would have left the building. Although it wouldn't have been until after admiring Liz's figure as she left. Yeah. It was a good day. He ended up with a bag of pretty high quality liquor and stuff. Good enough to get him pretty buzzed and shit before the healing factor drained it off. 

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[center][b]Killing Joke, New Metropolis[/b][/center]

For the next two weeks or so, things would go about as usual. He had done about four more jobs for the Wayne-Stark Exec. In fact he was supposed to meet with him today. Hopefully it would be a good day. Especially since it was his birthday today. He thought. He wasn't quite sure. he hadn't celebrated it in a long time and his parents well... He got up from his bed in his boxers and went into one of his draws to look and look. "Ah..." He pulled out his birth certificate. "Yup. 18 today." He said with a slight yawn before walking out to the bathroom. He went through things simply. A little work out here, a little clean up there, some food in another place and time. And then he was getting dressed. Well, more like suiting up. 

[center][b]Nicolas Constantine, New Metropolis[/b][/center]

In the two weeks that had passed Nicolas and Tesla had formed a planned to get him into position as the new acting head of Wayne-Stark Enterprises. It had worked fairly well, but he'd be busy for a while smoothing things over. Meanwhile, Nicolas was free to relax bide his time as he investigate things of the suprnatural variety as usual. Still, there was something coming. He didn't know what. He didn't know when. But the storm was brewing and it was going to be a force to be reckoned with. That was for sure.