The Jersey Devil bounced, swung, and ran across the city roofs, his mask playing "Breaking Out" by Protomen to pump him up. A real gig. Interesting. He definitely never thought to do something like this, but in the time he had spent here, homeless and prowling the city, he had already been pranking the lowlifes while trying to find money and food. He refused to steal from the innocent, but lowlifes... that was fair game. But now he was going to be doing something about them as part of a cause. Being a good guy... maybe even a hero. He sprang high off a ledge, flipped, and landed on a chimney that was billowing out smoke. He perched there, hidden in the cloud, though the mask still allowed him to breath and think. And he wouldn't be alone. He had been alone since the day he watched his friends die. Painful images ripped through his mind, and he used them to solidify his resolve. He was going to stop people from suffering the way he had. He was going to save people.
He looked around, checking his location, and the Jersey Devil Sprang out from the smoke, flipped, and was on the move again. Jersey Devil? He had come up with that name based on where he had come from... but he wasn't there anymore... probably never would be again. Hero City Devil just didn't have the same ring. Eh, work in progress.
Coming to the building, he jumped and landed on the wall, using his claws to hold onto the windowsill. Slowly he moved around the building, looking for the right room. After a time, he came to a room where two men were cleaning. There were donuts and coffee, like they were preparing for company. Probably the place... kinda shoddy for an HQ of the City's Protectors.... but what did he expect, an massive cave under a billionaires mansion?
Through the window of the one room apartment, the bug eyed gas mask of the Jersey Devil watched the men clean. Waiting to be seen, or waiting for further developments
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