They were all here.
Mr. Rabbit, the Gun Bunny, Four Of Spades, the Three Wise Monkey brothers, Peter Pan, Braz Dolob, among others. All of them involved in the criminal activity of Twilight City. They had gathered in the Twilight Operahouse. Not to hear music. But to discuss a common problem.
On the scene by a podium stood Rebecca Hecox, the Empress of Twilight. Next to her stood her bodyguard David King. The red haired crimelord and the man with a ram head looked down at the gathering of humans and vampires who all served Hecox. All of them were some of the worst criminals the country had ever seen. And despite that, none of them could do something as simple as killing one idiot in a tuxedo.
"Ladies, gentlemen and others." The Empress spoke into the microphone. "The last two years have not been as profitable as they could have been. A silly man with a costume has somehow made fools out of all of us, and it's about time that we... wait a minute." The Empress interrupted herself with a puzzled look on her face. "What is that sound? Is that... the tick of a clock?"
Everyone in the room realized that they too could hear the faint sound of a old-fashioned alarm clock.
"Ma'am, stand back!" David King spotted a red gift-box by his boss' feet. The Empress stepped back as King slowly picked up the box. But as he did that, the gift-wrapping that sealed the box undid it's own knot and the box fell apart by itself.
And in his hands, King now held a bomb.
Everyone in the great hall gasped, and King was about to yell out the greatest, most vulgar, most creative swearword ever spoken by man. But he never had the chance to say it as the bomb detonated.
The opera-house was in an inferno of green flames that smelled like garlic, and the entire building collapsed. No one inside survived.
Near the now former opera house was a taxi parked and inside it was Greg the Goblin and Cat who drank soda to celebrated the death of the Empress and her crime syndicate.