“Unfortunately so,” she admitted with a certain sadness in her voice. “This city could be so beautiful, if it weren’t for the criminals running it into the ground.” It wasn’t until she had faced him when she realized who she was speaking to, Rick Flag, friend of Bruce’s, although not a fan of Batman. She had heard of the man and the clique he ran, his Suicide Squad, which certainly explained his relationship with Bruce from Bruce’s side. “I would hope that Bruce feels the same way,” she told him with a smile. “Although it’s barely anything new for him to be put in a newspaper like this. I take it you’re a friend of his?”
“Y’think so?” Rick pondered allowed, somewhat rhetorically, while taking a short gaze around them. It was hard to imagine the place as beautiful, but he wouldn’t knock the woman for her positivity–the soldier wasn’t that cruel. When their eyes met a flat, but brave, grin appeared on his lips. His head was filled thoughts of others who didn’t stand right before him, yet he put his best foot forward outside of work and the constant drama. “He’s a tough guy.” Rick chuckled with confidence gleemed from the impression he had of Bruce. “We are friends.” The title was almost strange to say. Most people didn’t pass the ‘acquaintance’ level in Rick’s life. “I take it you aren’t.” He joked, pointing a glance toward the photograph again, “What he do to piss you off?”