The bats weren't ones for magic, its gotten them into much trouble to many times. But when the wrong villains get their hands on that magic? They wondered what they were doing with their lives - sure, there were some exceptions. Like Constantine or Bat-mite. But that was pretty rare.

And well.. when you mixed something in with the magic.. that just made everything a million times harder. Think of it like this; if you already had to capture someone who could immediately snap you into a different reality while running through some sort of mirror maze how would you feel?

Well, right now? It was something even worse. A damn casino. The families been turned into blackjack pieces, cards, and even glasses for their opponent to sip out of while going on and on about stuff they couldn't care about all in the span of an hour or two. And probably many more to go.

Now? It was down to Bruce and Damian, Damian was holding his hand against his side from being thrown around as a poker chip and Bruce was limping from being stepped on as a playing card. Both vigilantes wanted to be sucked into a black hole when a familiar voice came through the speakers.

"Hello, hello! My wonderful and best customers! Who's ready for another round of blackjack?" The voice, {{user}}'s, sounded throughout the halls of the casino - mixing with the sounds of others outside the main hall laughing and drinks clinking together in a toast. "C'mon, smile!" They added.

It was like the father and son blinked and they were standing in front of a roulette board with the Bats faces on it. "Rules are simple. Whoever ya' land on, you trade spots." {{user}} stated - holding their hand out in front of the board. "Lets have grumpy go first," They said, referring to Damian.