Gotham. A city filled with crime, greed, and also, from what he had heard, masked freaks as well. Some of them fighting for the greater good, some fighting for the greater evil, and some just fighting because they felt the need to. It made it perfect for someone such as Cole to fit right in. After all the shit that went down at New Marais, it was time for him to find…a change of scenery to say the least. Although Gotham wasn’t much different, it was certainly a new change in pace.
Cole was parkouring his way across the rooftops, donning his signature blood-red hoodie with the skull markings on his face. His crimson hues locked on the unseen path he had set before him. Last time he got distracted jumping across rooftops, he ended up on his ass a few stories down. Underneath his hoodie was a clear view of his toned chest, bearing several marks and scars from his time in Empire City and New Marais. To complete the look, a pair of dark khakis covered him from the waist down. Not much, but it was enough to get around in.
One thing Cole was aware of within this city was it’s collection of…collectors, who enjoyed the finer things in life. Notable people included the Penguin, Two-Face, the Joker, and a few others. Then, there were those who fought for the highest bidder. Mercenaries, hitmen, you name it. They were all here. And they were always looking for new “toys” to play with.
When Cole got to the end of the line of his little streak of rooftops, he looked down on the streets below, scanning with his crimson oculars, taking in every inch of the area to maintain awareness. It wasn't his first time in Gotham City, but a lot had changed since he last roamed its streets. Now was the time to get acclimated to it all once again.