The Jersey Devil would arrive the same way, there being an audible *Thud* as he landed against the wall at the window, his claws holding onto the windowframe. Knowing the right window meant he could simply jump from the nearby building and land with confidence that he would peak in on someone he shouldn't. The lifeless eyes of the gas mask peered into the room to see if anyone was about. He wasn't sure how helpful his information would be, but he at least knew how he was getting in to the club. He should probably take some martial arts training if he was actually going to be a super hero. Maybe kick boxing. What kind of effect would his boots have with a kick.... things that make you go hhmmmm.