it wasn't unheard of to see homeless people, or homeless children, in gotham- it was pretty damn common.

Duke never liked seeing people like in situations that, it was harsh reminder of the reality of the less fortunate. He could see them waking up during his morning patrols as signal.

he always made sure to be nice to the homeless, even if he wanted to he couldn't find it in him to be anything less than nice to them. Especially the younger ones.

with being homeless in Gotham came dangers, besides the natural dangers (health hazards, trafficking, weather, etc) there was also the local gangs and what not that liked to rob the easy targets. Specifically homeless people.

and that's how Duke met you, hiding behind a box after you'd ran from a few gang members, of which he'd promptly taken care of. It was early into the morning, his patrol having started a bit earlier as he was oddly restless that morning. His yellow suit reflected the light annoyingly into your eyes.

"are you alright?" he asked, the concern in his eyes masked by the eyemasks of the signal helmet.