Sending The Signal

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The pack of cigarettes is still sitting in the top drawer of her desk. She should have brought it along. A little extra something to keep her warm as she waits on the rooftop would be a Godsend. With hands shoved into her jacket pockets, Renee Montoya watches as Stacey flips the switch of the Bat signal. Her gaze immediately shifts to the night sky. The symbol stretches across the clouds for all to see.

When she was a teenager, she used to look out her bedroom window and watch the light ripple in the darkness. Back then it was a sign of hope. A promise that good would always win out over evil. It's partially what lead her to law enforcement. Now?

She's old enough to know there's no "happily ever after".

Her gaze drops and her thoughts return to Thorne.