1912/A Brief Intermission

A Brief Intermission
Date of Scene:	09 August 2017
Location:	Gotham
Synopsis:	Kate Kane comes calling on Renee when the overworked Detective Renee Montoya doesn't show up for their date.
Cast of Characters:	Renee Montoya, Batwoman

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Renee Montoya has posed:
    Renee's apartment isn't anything to be impressed by. It's not squalor, by any means. But, neither is she living expansively. A simple 1-bedroom apartment. Small bedroom. Small kitchen. And, the majority of the place is the room with a couch, and a television in it, along with a desk fit into the mix somewhere. And, above the desk, a map of Gotham. Several thumbtacks in a corkboard, with various strings, pictures, news clippings, and circles all the map. All related to Fight Club, and the drug 'Blood'.
    The smell of dinner, which was a mircrowavable pasta dish of at least adequate taste is in the air, the box and plastic tub stuffed into the garbage. The remnants of a few glasses and silveware in the sink, suggestive that she rarely uses the old gas stove.
    A bottle of whiskey is out, but she's not nursing it. She's drinking it out of a tumbler, slowly. Staring at the board, as if trying to answer a question that wasn't there. Staring at several pictures of a man named Victor Sells, his immediate family.

Batwoman has posed:
    Kate knocks firmly at the door, a sharp staccato that is fairly precise but not entirely even. The girl has dressed down today, arriving wearing a blue t-shirt, black leather jacket, and blue jeans, her red hair framing her face. She hasn't let it grow out either. Kate waits patiently at the door, fidgeting slightly from left to right while she watches it. "Renee...?" The redhead calls. it's entirely possible the detective forgot about their date entirely. Kate's bag is hanging over her shoulder, resting against her side. A deep breath is taken and she waits patiently.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "Shit," curses Renee, hard. Her date. With /Kate/. She'd forgotten. This case was vexing her more than she ever realized. "It's open," she calls, pushing herself up from the slightly beat-up wooden desk chair, and turning off the television set. It wasn't like she was watching whatever was on, anyways.
    She calls, "I'm an ass. I'm sorry?" And, really. She is. But she's not sure even that she'd forgive herself.

Batwoman has posed:
    The door opens and kate steps inside, looking around the room slowly before letting her blue eyes settle on Renee. The woman cracks a wry smile. "Something come up?" Seh asks, tilting her head slightly to the left as she does. Her eyes come to rest on the map and she nods slowly. "Bet it was work. I get the same way sometimes,. When I have a project..." Still smiligng quietly Kate approaches Renee with soft steps. "You are an ass," she agrees. "But we'll survive."

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "Same case I've been working on." The case that had caused Renee to either cancel a date previously, or be hard to reach. "We're closing it up. But." She shakes her head, moving over to take Kate's bag, glance at it, then set it down on the couch. "Trying to put the pieces together." She closes her eyes, "Those kids, Kate." Slowly, she opens them. "I take it you read the news stories, or heard them? Media's been kicking our asses."

Batwoman has posed:
    "Yeah, it's been pretty hard to miss if you live above ground." Kate nods slowly and then takes a deep breath. She relinquishes her purse to Renee without hesitating, offering the woman beside her another of those wqry smiles. "I get that work is going crazy. But do you have a little time since I came all the way here? We missed our reservations but there's always take out."

Renee Montoya has posed:
    There's a moment when Renee is about to say, 'I had some Italian microwave pasta thing', before she relents, and realizes she's at least still a little hungry. "Sure. Your pick, since I'm an ass. My treat." She moves to the couch, offering, "So. Let's not talk about work. Let's - talk about you. Or. Movies. Or, fashions. Or, watch a movie. Or anything but anything with the case. So, pretty much anything." She half-smiles, a little apologetic, before saying, more sincerely, "Thank you, Kate."

Batwoman has posed:
"Indian," Kate responds immediately before giving a soft laugh ."Okay," the woman continues, shakign her head as she does. "We can talk about anything, hmm?" Blue eyes study the Latina's features for a few long moments then Kate shrugs slowly, her smile broadening slightly. "Don't thank me yet. How are you feeling about spicy?"

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "You do know you're talking to a mexican girl, right? Someone tried to pepper spray me when I was a teenager, and I was just like, 'Yum, does that come in jabenero?'" Renee jokes back, doing a fairly good job of taking her own advice. Kate, afterall, was a decent distraction for anyone, at anytime. "Surprise me. Indian sounds good."
    She hands Kate her cell phone to order from and then she's pushing herself up, "Going to go freshen up real quick, while you order."
    She moves into the small bathroom, closes the door, washes her face, takes a few breathes and runs a quick brush through her hair before coming back out, looking a little more like herself.

Batwoman has posed:
    "Surprise you? Okay." Kate dials as Renee gets to he feet, taking a deep breath as the other woman is stepping out of the room. "Yes. I'd like to get two orders of-" after placing her order Kate settles on the couch and smiles faintly, crossing her arms over her chest. She takes a deep breath and slowly shakes her head. "You look better. Haven't been sleeping much either, have you?" Kate asks in a faintly concerned voice.
    "So. You told me to talk about something. I know clubs aren't your scene but how do you feel about dancing?"

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "Dancing?" Renee looks mildly taken aback, and then suspicious. "And, why are you asking me about dancing? You want to -go- dancing, don't you?" She sits back down on the sofa, tucking one leg underneath herself, and leaning back. "I'd rather go to the gun range," she says, with a half-smile. "Or, how about a martial arts class?"

Batwoman has posed:
    "I might," Kate agrees with a soft laugh. "But if you want to hti the gun range I won't say no. Martial Arts classes either. I mean, our instructor could always use a few lessons..." Kate's smile is almost wolish in her quiet glee following that pronouncement. "Or one of those escape roo puzzles?"

Renee Montoya has posed:
    That earns Renee's interest. "Escape room puzzles?" She faces the gorgeous red-headed woman, her brown eyes fixed. "I can't say I've heard of those," she admits, thoughtfully. "Sounds, fun. They just put you in a room with a lot of traps and things that you have to do get out of the room, or the house? Hidden doors, falls ceilings, and all that?"

Batwoman has posed:
    "It's more like, mmm. THey hide clues and tools around the house. Maybe a key in the ash in the fireplace that goes to the lock box under the bed to get a little amulet that has a picture. The picture has a riddle, the solution of which leads you to something else. Stuff like that. Not so much traps, usually. Hidden doors, false walls, and all of that? Definitely." Kate nods and that grin broadens further. Very much the cat that caught the canary, this one. "I knew you'd like that one." Dancing was a smokescreen?

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "You're on," says Renee, warmly. She leans forward to kiss Kate's cheek, impulsively. She tilts her head, suddenly even more curious, further interested. "You go in for that sort of thing?" She was, afterall, still getting to know the whirlwind that was Kate Kane, having quickly learned that while many of the tabloids did have a few things spot on, like the media with the police there were a lot of nuances that they didn't know about, or simply excluded.

Batwoman has posed:
    "I don't know. It's the first time I've tried it," Kate responds with a shrug. "But I knew you would be and it osundsl ke fun, so..." She shrugs a little bit a this,her smile staying plastered across her lips as she receives that kiss. "Okay. So... The one I was thinking of starts at midnight. If we go after dinner we can probably make it tonight."

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "You are so on." Suddenly, she eyes the bag that Kate brought, and she leans over the other woman, impetiuously, and pulls it into her lap to open it up and look inside to confirm her suspicions that this is what Kate had planned all along. "Though, I am going to see about finding a -really- good martial arts teacher. I can fight. But," she shakes her head, "When I see people like Batwoman, or Nightwing fight, hell. I appreciate them, Kate. I do. I know we need them. But if I'm protecting the city in uniform, I need to be able to fight better. As good as them, even if they can - go places I can't."

Batwoman has posed:
    "...I'm pretty good if you want a sparring partner," Kate rsponds slowly, tilting her head slightly as she does. "I got a lot of extra training in the military and I took classes after," she contines. Blue eyes are thoughtful while she considers those words. She watches as Renee opens her purse, shaking her head and laughing. Inside is her cellphone, a small makeup kit, some hairpins... And two passes for the Escape Room at the 'abandoned' Gotham mansion over on 32nd at midnight.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "You," Renee says, setting the bag to her side, and leaning into Kate, "Terribly wonderful." She exhales, "Thank you." There's a pause, "Though, do me a favor? If you ever see a guy without a face, in a suit and fedora hanging around my apartment when I'm not here? Don't hurt him. He's -," she considers, shaking her head, "I don't know. Smart. He's been helping me. I think." Of course, she's talking about The Question. Whom Batwoman may well know. Or at least, heard of.

Batwoman has posed:
    "Got it. If I see the Question hanging around don't break his arms and legs," Kate agrees with a nod. "I've heard of that guy. Solved a few major crimes around here the last few years, right? He's been a bit quiet lately, though... Mmm." The redhead gives a slow shrug of her shoulders and then takes a deep breath. Carefully. "You're welcome," she adds, leaning herself into Renee in turn.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "So you do keep up on the vigalantees. He's a quiet one. Doesn't come out of the woodwork, much. But he's shown up a bit. Showed up in my apartment, not too long ago. Think he likes me." Renee shrugs some, not seeming to mind this in the least, but also unsure if she should be flattered or concerned. "You're doing well?"

Batwoman has posed:
"I'm doing great. Barely a care in the world." Kate cracks a smile at this and then slowly shrugs her shoulders. "You're sweet for worrying but the worst thing I do is go home with detectives I've hardly met in handcuffs and wake up naked and cuffed to their bed." She winks once.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "You weren't complaining, as I recall." Renee seems confident, but she lets out a breath, "You caught me on a rare night. Or maybe it was just -you-. I've never picked a girl up like that, before," she admits, with a quiet little lopsided grin, and another kiss before getting up to go answer the knock on the door, and pay for the indian food which she brings over to the couch. Kate's provided some silverware, and a tray, before Renee grabs her own.
    "But that's good. After we --," a pause, "Things should be getting better for me here, too. Soon. Until something else happens. Like the Joker escaping." There's a pause, wry shake of her head, "Oh, wait. Already happened. Guess not." She forks a bite of food, "But, at least I was able to prevent anyone from -really- getting hurt."