Richie leaned back in his chair and smiled, after days of red tape and paperwork it was finally time for the grand opening. Richie spent the day nitpicking and adding merchandise last minute, nerves urging him to do the most before opening. He spent the past few weeks flexing bus penchant for peculiarities, collecting a wide assortment of items ranging from daily essentials to merchandise of dubious legality. Gauche artwork, golden baubles, and mysterious crystals formed the curious decor of his new establishment. He slipped behind the counter and flashed a wide smile to his manager Nadja.

  "Nadja! How are preparations? Are we ready to turn all these lovely customer's trash into our treasures?" 

   Richie had the gleam in his eye he always gets when talking money, while Nadja was wearing her usual scowl, dark eyes not impressed with her boss's attitude.

  "For the last time, your little pawn hustle is only a side business, Mr. Rich. Our main goal is providing quality and diverse items to both the law abiding citizens of Detroit and the associates of the under side of the city." 

   Richie suppressed a snort of laughter at seeing Nadja riled up. He took a seat in a finely adorned red felt chair almost resembling a throne and watched as customer's filed in and out with a smile on his face. Richie had always dreamed of owning his little slice of the city, and this place was his. Newfound connections with Detroits families bring services and cclientele tragically undeserved.

Joker saw a new business and thought why the fuck not, he walked in and looked around.  He saw a set of golf clubs and bought them.  He needed the seven iron he loved the feel of that club when he clocked someone on the back of their head.  The 3 wood as also pretty dam good also.  He also saw a a gold watch with diamonds in the bands and face of the watch; so he got that too.  Happy with his purchases at a reduced price nothing better.