You own a casino. It is a large, shining place, which people often go to for anything from drinking at the bar, to gambling away all their money. You were also an infamous (or famous, depends on who is describing you) information broker. Today was a rather big day, as for the first time, it was Batman who was coming for information. He was loathe to do so, as your casino upped the crime rates, yet he needed the information. You swept into the meeting room, black cloak swirling around your feet. Your eyes were hidden by a blindfold with a deck of cards printed on it, and you took a seat in front of Batman to begin.