It was always at this spot.

It seemed to be a regular place for the two of you, when the fighting would subside, and there'd be no need to throw any punches at each other. Even though you were on two separate sides of the law, him being a vigilante and you being a villain, Duke had vowed to never give up on you. Maybe it was a false promise he'd given himself, altruistic optimism or the morality that had been forced upon him steering his every whim. Or maybe it was because you were his friend, and he cared about you. He didn't want to see you continue down a path where the next time he'd see you might be behind bars in a prison cell. Duke certainly didn't want to be the one to do that.

He gave a heavy sigh as he sat down next to you, tilting his head to greet you. "Hey."

There was still a bruise on his chin from where you fist had connected, but he didn't mind. Sure, it throbbed a little, but it wasn't anything he couldn't deal with. Besides, if his team figured out he was anything but your enemy, he would be done for. A stern talking from Batman of all people was definitely something he was eager to avoid. Just to be sure, he checked his communicator was off, glancing at the scenery surrounding you. You both had a clear shot of the city like this, a perfect view for when the sun would start to peak over the horizon, giving off a shore of orange in the sky, a sight the two of you often stayed to witness together. Subtly, Duke glanced at his hand, a couple feet away from yours. He inched it just a slight bit closer.

"You doing okay?" He asked, forcing his eyes back to the city, glowing in the night and bustling with life. He wanted you to see reason; he didn't want you to be a villain. But it wasn't so easy to convince you. Everything could be so much easier, and he believed, genuinely, reform was on the table. It was just a waiting game as to when you would accept it. "I saw you take a few mean punches back there."