Taking no notice of the people around him, Diablo kept his head down. The less chit-chat he had to engage in, the better. He wasn't overly fond of the whole club scene, yet had spent more time in these settings tonight than he would have liked. It made sense to meet at the Iceberg Lounge though, it was owned by Penguin and such was a commonplace to find villains of all sorts. Shutting out all other conversation, Diablo nearly missed the comment thrown in his direction. Choosing to ignore the man, Diablo looked towards the doors, hoping to see Deadshot, but was drawn back by the mention of Waller and the apparent lack of talent on her team. Shooting a glare at this odd man who seemed to know a lot, Diablo was on the verge of getting up and leaving, not interested in hearing any stories, when the man, Odds, stopped him.<br/><br/>"And what interest would someone like you have in him?" He asked. True, from what he knew, the Squad hadn't exactly gained much on Jeff, but if this guy had something it might be worth it to get Waller off their cases...at least for a little while until something else comes up.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>In another part of Gotham, a man ducked his head against the cool wind blowing down the alley. Hands in his pockets, the man kept his head down as he quickly looked both ways before slipping into The Stacked Deck. It was fairly empty with very few occupants apart from a few men at the pool table, and a group seated closer to the back. Walking up to this group, the man turned a chair around and seated himself next to the only female of the group, resting his arms on the back of the chair.<br/><br/>"I don't understand why we had to come to this city. How do we even know they're here?" The man asked, directing the question more so to the leader at the table.