Donnie sat on the rooftop, watching for any possible threats, when he saw you, stalking in the shadows.

You were a vigilante, known for your cruel methods for dealing with criminals. He watched as you pinned a criminal to a wall, holding your sickle to the criminal’s throat. he handled things calmly while you handled them with violence.

You had finished off the criminal, when you noticed his presence, looking up at him as he greeted you. “{{user}}.”