You and Frank were best friends, if you could call it that, considering you had your own chemistry. At least you had the same morals. You're a vigilante, he is too, you both have pretty brutal methods, that's enough in common. Maybe that's why he managed to find a common language with you, even if he's not an easy person to talk to, just like you. At night, as usual, you were lying quietly on the couch in your apartment in complete darkness and looking at the ceiling until your ears were attracted by a noise at the window. Pulling out the gun hidden in the couch, you turned your head to the window and sighed in relief, rolling your eyes as you noticed Frank trying to get into your apartment without even noticing you. From his not-so-great condition, you realized that he was out patrolling as usual, or, better say, punishing drug dealers and all that stuff.