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Squirrel Girl was oblivious to what was going on, humming "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General" to herself.

"For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a--" she was singing quietly to herself, when she finally noticed Doom's words.

"Oh, so sorry, Doc! I was just practicing for my Drama class-- But... Business?" she asked, unfurling her tail and letting it wave gently from side to side.

Clint smiled as the waiter leaned in to light his cigarette, as Clint said, "Information..". Moving with lightning fast reflexes, he grabbed the waiters arm and spun around, whipping the waiter straight towards one of the guards. At the same time, he pulled out his bow, which quickly expanded to normal size. Gripping the bow, he swung it as hard as he could towards the second, aiming only to knock them out.

The first guard was smacked by the waiter. The two stumbled backwards and into the wall behind them. The second guard couldn't move fast enough to dodge the bow. He grunted as it struck him and stumbled backwards.

A security camera positioned on the corner of the second floor window clicked as it zoomed in on the little scene taking place below it. More specifically on the troublemaker's face. As the camera kept locked onto his face, the backdoor clacked rather audibly several times. Securely locking the four outside.
Help would be arriving for the guards and unfortunate employee shortly. But the Penguin was not one to just let such riff-raff back into his establishment. Especially not when he had such tight security around his building, trained employees, and a various array of weapons at his disposal.

Five bulky, brawny guards wearing black tuxedos walked our from between the buildings and ally to the back of the Lounge. Each carrying a decently sized gun. The guards glanced down at the two unconscious guards, then looked over at who they thought was the waiter.

"Which way did he go?" one of the men said.

The guards stared at him for a moment, then looked to each other. "Alright then, fan out." the first man said, then he looked down at the "waiter". "Come with me. You know the drill." he replied as he carefully grabbed the man by the arm and led him to one of the other back doors to go back inside. One of the entrances that was out of sight of the rest of the Lounge.

There was no need for any of the other customers to see such a beat up waiter walk back inside. But the did need to check the man out. Give him medical attention, check his clothes for trackers or anything of the sort.

"Sorry, you're not going back out onto the floor with that busted face. It's enough the customers have costumes bugging them by dropping in. They don't need the waiters looking like they'd just gotten into a fight with one. Besides, with all the new faces poping up and dropping in, we need to make sure they didn't plant anything on you." the guard said as he led him through the back hallways and into a room that looked more like a doctor's office than anything that should be inside a resteraunt.

Brenda actually facepalmed as Bruce went through first; didn't this Batman know about subtlety? Nevertheless, she landed beside him in a crouch much like his own, her Batsuit's cowl using heat-vision to detect people through all the smoke, and she said in her own "Bat-voice" under the cover of the chaos: "We could've just gone through the back door... Now let's hurry up and find him before we have to fight his goons. He's probably in the back room; if we're quick we can get in there."