As the news of police reports, and other random inane nonsense was spoken through the loud speakers of the tv in the diner. Gotham was such an annoying place. He grew up here, and he was raised here for quite a bit before he more or less cut complete ties with the city. Damocles viewed such idle nonsense as this whole situation he had found himself in with Batman to be particularly annoying at this point. He had made Batman an absurd offer one he as a joke more than anything. He required a ton of cash, and a lot of freedom after all of this. And Batman had granted him his request thus putting himself squarely under another vigilante's thumb. Damocles had as always kept his part of the deal. He wondered though what was Batman's end game with Bane? Kill him? Throw him in Blackgate? He could only hope he had the sense to do some forward planning on the matter. Damocles was a hitman, and a thief he didn't like being sent after thugs that he wasn't allowed to put down. Car crashes, poison, a bullet in the head, or some other simple form of dispatching the scum of the world was always the preferred method. THEY chose to be scum, and THEY chose to hurt people, and scheme their way to the top. It showed lack of empathy for the humans around them. As Damocles was listening to a report on Scarecrow releasing fear toxin last week at a water plant he could only hope that Batman would just give him a call soon...and put him with a better teammate who knew what their job was.