The Chameleon walked down the street like any other person with little fear that anyone would recognize him. Only a handful of people in the entire city knew what his real form looked like and they were all villains who he knew wouldn't sell him out. Besides he had a hood over his head so even if people got a look at his face they would have to be right in front of him to see what he looked like. He had been getting twitchy lately as there had been nothing for him to steal or anyone to mess with. Those villains over at the Mobius Club seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder at the moment, that was probably because he wasn't an official member of their little group. 

[color=f6989d]"God, I need to steal something soon or I will be going mad."[/color] A muttered to himself as he walked down the street toward his apartment. 

There wasn't much to look at him Hathoway's apartment as he kept any connections to his villain lifestyle in his secret hideout. All that was in his small apartment of importance was a wall taken over by three large televisions each linked to a separate high end computer. As soon as he walked inside and fired up the computers, a message popped up on the middle screen giving a report of a man falling off of a building and somehow surviving. [color=f6989d]"Stupid heroes ruin everything. What does a villain have to do to have some fun in this city."[/color]

After sometime he decided to contact the Mobius Club to see if they had any upcoming jobs that needed some more crew. He hated having to rely on them sometimes, but it was tough being a solo villain in a town full of heroes sometimes.