Over time, Bizarro had become a little more distant with the Hyperion Hotel. Now that Chloe was gone, he no longer felt as though he had to constantly lurk around and watch over the area. Constantly, anyway. He still did, for whatever reason. He wasn't quite sure yet. However, even creatures like himself deserved a nice break, and that was why he had decided to go bar hopping. Alone, as those who people tended to dub as monsters sometimes did. Bizarro wasn't much for friends. Except for, again, Chloe. They were friends, right? She had named him, after all. But maybe in that case she considered him as more of a pet. He wasn't sure.
Dressed in a dark jacket and a simple pair of jeans, he stepped out of a nearby bar and started down the street. He hadn't done much drinking on his part. There was mostly sitting and observing. And then there was the lonely feeling that he got when he watched the humans interact. It had started to irritate him and he found that as his cue to leave before he got angry and did something that he would have once considered amusing.
As he went, Bizarro took note of a small blonde girl that looked like she was about ready to throttle someone to death. He turned slowly as he passed her, something inside of him sensing that there wasn't something very right about her. Eyes narrowing, he started to follow her. Quickly, quietly, and hopefully stealthily enough to avoid being noticed.