This is excellent! I had actually forgotten what those chairs are called, and my late wife was an archaelogist, so there's no excuse.
I suspect we'll find out our protagonist slides down a pole to enter the Dawg Cave at some point. His rogues' gallery includes all those evil bastards who win via skill, math, and burning calories, which of course are outlawed in Gotham, where the only spandex sold is extra large.
Keep it coming! And I need to get myself one of them thar sedan chairs. I bet Phil Hellmuth owns one of those.