Being a superhero was exhausting work! Super Al needed some rest - and somewhere quiet to enjoy a good cigar. Even Super Al needed his cigar! He arrived at Cadillac Apartments hoping to book a room.

"Hellooooo?!" He calls out. Was anyone even still running this place?!

"Hellooooooooooooo?!" He shouts a bit louder, only hearing an echo in response.

"Damn... Guess nobody's home. This place does look derelict to be fair..."

Al looks down. "Aha! A guestbook!" He quickly grabs hold of it and checks the recent entries. "There! The big fucking Joker!"

Al hurries to Joker's room and begins hammering on the door. "OPEN UP! IT'S..." He pauses for a moment - would he really open up if he said it was Batman? That sounds a bit crazy and very.. Not mafia. But he couldn't say it was Al - then what would be expect?!

Al rubs his chin. "ROOM SERVICE!" Phew, what a big think!

No response. Fuck. Where was this Joker?! It was like he was nowhere but everywhere all at the same time! Craziness... In fact - where was everyone?! This place was dead!

Al takes a step back and boots the door with the bottom of his superhero boots, swinging it wide open as it rattles on its hinges.

"Okay, it's not room service!" He runs in - nobody home!

"Fine... Time for a rest." Al jumps in the shower and takes a nap.

Some hours later, Super Al wakes from his slumber and darts back out into Detroit's business district.

"No time to waste!"

Joker was in the Hotel lobby when he was told there was a message left for him.  Joker walked over to the desk and took the message.  He read it and it was from a pal who wanted to meet with him.  Joker realized that his pal was coming to meet him and that the message was two days old.  Joker shook his head and headed back out to meet his pal who should be at the suggested location.  

Joker was looking out the window as the sky opened up and the rain started to fall harder and faster.  He turned to Doc and the rest of the men in his living room.  His cigar blazing a bright orange circle as he took a puff.  He smiled and said If I had a nickle for every time I heard the word If I would have five million bucks.  No more if's if if was a fifth we'd all be drunk.  I want to heard done or when.  Everyone nodded and then Joker told them it was time to eat.  

He had a buffet waiting on them in the next room, drinks on ice and cigars for those that partake.  

Dinning in his apartment, nothing like eating ribs and drinking beer.  He was having fun his closes friends were also there some were playing cards others talking and eating.  Joker was thinking to himself about what to do with his wealth.  The banks that held his cash were paying interest and he was making dam good money off of the interest.  

Joker was relaxing reading the evening paper when he saw that their was problems back in Philly with his GodFather and the feds.  Joker read the paper for the details on the bust and saw that his name wasn't mentioned and Joker wasn't involved in the rackets listed.  He didn't want to get on the phone and talk to Sal you never know who's listening.  

Joker knew that he needed to get back to Philly quickly and the train was the best way, driving would take to long and the airports have police there daily.  Joker went to take a shower and then packed his bags to catch the eightball home.   

I rented a car and drove to the Cadillac Apartments.  I was with Diamonte when she cleaned out Joker’s apartment.  Joker was a great guy.  He loved Diamonte’s mother Spicy and treated both of us like his daughters.   Spicy was accidentally killed on Apr 12^th, Joker was gunned down on Apr 30^th and Diamonte was gunned down on Jun 30^th.

Harry the doorman was waiting to valet my car as I drove up.  When I walked into the lobby I was greeted by Hercules Mulligan, the Manager.  I told me he had an apartment ready for JamesDiVasio if he still needed one and John Sullivan was hosting a high-stakes poker game tonight in The  Layfettee Lounge.

As I walked into the apartment I could still feel her presence.  Two pairs of shoes were still left in the front parlor.  She had a habit of walking in and kicking her shoes off right at the door. She and I were the same size so I kept a few of her things and packed a few and took them to the women’s shelter.

All of a sudden I felt drained. I fixed a nice drink and did two nice lines while my bath water was running.

I sunk in the scented hot water and it felt so good.  As I laid back in the water James came into my thoughts.  I was starting to feel close and like him.  I’ve dated a man once in the life and there was nothing but complications and I swore to never date one again. I don’t know maybe I better follow my instincts and remain friends.