Broadway had taken a trip down to Gotham to explore and get the feeling of the alluring city. From the second he had spotted the horizon of the city lit up by lights in the darkness it reminded him of New York. Sure enough though, by the second the gargoyle had landed on a rooftop he was lost. He had flown in stubborn, lopsided circles around the city, avoiding the always present police car and he wished he had some of Lexxington's technology that would be able to point him out of these city. Quietly he glided down to an empty balcony, and peered down into the alley's, hearing his stomach complain for the fifth time that night. He climbed down into the empty alley, folding his wings around him to keep incubate some heat onto his rough, but still tender skin. Hearing a noise, he turned around wildly and backed away.