The Shining Knight is a series of successful medieval-themed chain restaurants owned by the wealthy Garzonas family. It proudly boasts in every location the proper aesthetics one would expect from such an establishment, in addition some decidedly more topical features. This included arcade games, laser tag, a ball pit connecting to a large play structure and a miniature golf course.

However, while The Shining Knight is an ideal location for children's birthday parties, it also attracts a certain reputation as vaguely shifty given the management. This particular location is overseen by one Felipe Garzonas, the son of José Garzonas, but not because he is very good at his job.

For poor Felipe had gotten into a few conflicts with the law that had publicly embarrassed Mr. Garzonas and as restitution was forced to oversee Staten Island's Shining Knight personally instead of his brothers in the "family business." And given that anyone who knew any member of the Garzonas family personally would never describe The Shining Knight as their primary means of finance, it certainly didn't bode well for Felipe's management style.

This particular Shining Knight had reported successful figures and thousands of satisfied customers, but that wasn't exactly why it was famous. It was whispered among lower-level employees that the entire chain was a front for a drug-smuggling operation.

Why else would it be those within the inner circle who were so muscle-bound? Why weren't any other able-bodied employees lower down the food chain allowed near the supply trucks? Perhaps if Felipe had been a kind or at the very least reasonable boss these rumors would have remained simply that. But Felipe was a truly arrogant, mean-spirited fellow, whose greatest contribution to his establishment was making the late Roman Sionis look like a gentleman by comparison, so the stigma stuck like glue.

The most famous moment that had ever occurred was a visit from Batman and Robin themselves making an unexpected visit. This bizarre visual of The Dark Knight and The Boy Wonder made for incredible pictures and even brought news vans Felipe's way. He was just about to tell his customers that selfies with characters cost eighty dollars apiece and The Dynamic Duo were most certainly not employees when cameras were shoved in his face.

"Quite a guy, this Felipe." Robin told the news cameras before him as slapped Felipe hard on the back, knocking the wind out of him. "Real class act. He just told me his family is going to donate four hundred and twenty-four million dollars to stand against drug abuse AND give all his employees a raise. When he asked us to come, me an' the old man just had to pay a visit to promote this worthy cause. We were in town anyway, stopping a shipment of narcotics at the docks and heard about this place. Care to put your John Hancock there, pal?"

Robin offered Felipe a giant check with a winning smile.

"Ah…. of course." Felipe gulped. "It is so good to give back to my community."

And praying his father wouldn't miss four hundred and twenty-five million dollars (Felipe had misremembered the earlier figure), Felipe smiled for the cameras, standing in between Batman and Robin. This image, with The Dynamic Duo's hands on Felipe's shoulders, gave the impression they were escorting him to the electric chair versus taking a picture.

"This is a nice place you have, Garzonas." Batman said. "Shame you're all out of coke. I'm parched. Maybe next time I visit, you'll be resupplied."

"Ah-of course." Felipe squeaked. "I presume for the young man's birthday?"

"Yup!" Robin said. "Say, Batman, when is my birthday again?"

"I don't quite remember." Batman shrugged, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Could be a couple months… weeks… tomorrow? Depends on Felipe's schedule, really."

And with four hundred and twenty-five million dollars in tow, The Dynamic Duo hopped in the Batmobile and drove off. It was only after closing hours, with all the families and news cameras gone that Felipe allowed his plastered smile to fade.

"I swear, the next costumed do-gooder that comes through that door I'm shooting on sight next time!" Felipe snarled, snorting the last of his emergency stash on the top of the king's table which overlooked the jousting arena.

With a ding a front door swung open (this cokehead had forgotten to lock up), revealing a man with lanky blonde hair and a gaudy yellow and blue costume complete with a domino mask.

"Hi there, my name is Javelin." The supervillain announced. "I am so-called because, obviously, my choice of weapon. You're probably wondering what my backstory is. Well, I'm an Olympic athlete-"

*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*

"Ow, my genitals!"