“The usual.” Duke said, giving you a grin.

He had started coming into the gas station you worked at a couple months ago. He had grabbed a weird combination of takis and a cherry slushy.

You had commented on it and either the expression on your face or something in your voice caused him to laugh.

The vigilantes of Gotham usually kept to themselves. Why did this one keep coming back? And why did your day suddenly get a whole lot better when he did?