The money's got to come from somewhere.

Tired of playing second fiddle (or third, or fourth, or whatever) to King, Jack left the Royal Flush Gang and started his own casino, making his money honestly by swindling unsuspecting gamblers (after all, it's a lot safer than living a life of crime, occasionally fighting superheroes), and to show you how tough times really are, it seems that somewhere along the way he also hired the Kingpin, showing that cross universe alliances really can work.  (Guess things are even tougher than I thought, but really, the Spider Slayer sale should have been a clue.)  Yup, turns out the only way to make an honest buck these days is to run a crooked casino.  Too bad he's messing with a friend of Dick Tracy's.  He should have just stuck to the regular busloads of seniors and tourists, then this scam could have gone on indefinitely.  As it stands now, you're living on borrowed time, Jack, so start thinking of an exit strategy.