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It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.
Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.
It was likely why Seams wasn't keeping as close an ear or eye out for being followed. Usually the broker was more on top of guarding themselves, but tonight; they were wrecked. All they could hear right now was their own heartbeat and breath.