Parting

"You're a righteous bastard, Donnie," Batman said with utter seriousness. "What a coincidence. That's exactly how I see you too." With a hard pull, Donnie smoked more than half the cigarette in one drag, then tossed it to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot. At his level of life, he no longer needed tobacco to stay alert. It was purely for the sensation. Tea was much the same. "I'm leaving. Before I go, I wanted to see you.