Owner	Pose
Renee Montoya	Gothm PD had been cracking down, hard, on drug runners. Moreso than usual, given the aspects of the drug, Blood, that had been showing up around the streets. Piles, and piles, and piles of cocaine, MDMA, PCP, heroin, and other illegal drugs had been confinscated. But, nobody questioned knew anything about Blood.     Of course, Renee had Harry's information, but that wasn't doing her or Murphy much good. And, Renee had started bringing her work home with her. A map of Gotham had appeared one day on her wall, thumtacked up. Then, the additional thumbtacks appeared. Colored sewing thread in between, tying like drug busts with like.     She'd heard rumors, of course, of the Fight Club. Of the demon-like things that had appeared there, but there was no real connection she could think of. And now, late at night, sleepless, Renee is comfortably in a pair of black panties and bra, a bottle of Jack Daniels at the desk, as she looks at the arranged information, trying to see something that she thinks ought to be there.     A picture of the rune mark she'd also drawn for Harry is to the side of the map, as well as everything she has found out, and Harry has found out, about Blood. The names of the teenagers involved - the victims - and, other corresponding marks on the maps for where the murders took place.     "Damn it," Montoya mutters to herself, quietly.
Vic Sage	A bathrobe sails over Renee's head and plops onto the desk next to her. "You might want to put on some shorts if you want to continue fighting evil today." says a slightly amused voice as The Question moves up next to her, his presence looming just over her shoulder as he stares at the map. "Or don't, it really doesn't matter to me." Question moves up closer to the map, his gloved hand reaching up to trace the symbol lightly with his fingertip. "It looks like you have the key, you just need to find the lock."
Renee Montoya	One cannot deny that while she is no superhuman, Renee Montoya doesn't have good reflexes. The bathrobe has her jumping, the voice has her, in a smooth motion, grabbing the pistol laying on the desk and aiming it directly at The Question as quick as most any ordinary human could. When she sees who it is - she immediately recognizes the man. If, indeed, he -is- a man.     Slowly, she lowers her gun. "Keep that up, and I'll be trying to solve your murder," she says, darkly.     The robe is picked up, wrapped around herself loosely and almost indifferently. "Breaking into a cop's apartment probably isn't the smartest thing you've ever done." And, he's damn good. She has to give him that. But, not aloud. By her expression, she's still considering breaking his teeth. If he has teeth.
Vic Sage	"No one has ever accused me of being smart, Detective Montoya..." says The Question as he ponders at the map, showing no sign that the gun being pointed at him causes him any concern. "The mystery of death would be an interesting question to solve, one would say that what lays beyond the mortal coil is in fact the only question that matters, but it is one that everyone gets to answer someday." He turns his faceless visage towards her, the hint of a grin behind the voice, "If you killed me, I think the mystery would be solved rather quickly." He pauses, "Besides, I took the magazine out of your gun."
Renee Montoya	"Of course you did." Renee exhales, lowering the gun onto the table, rubbing the bridge of her nose ever-so-briefly in frustration. She gives him a Look as if to implicate him in something, or by proxy of that particular action of rendering her gun a non-threat.     And because her mind chooses to go there, to solve the problem versus deal with the problem that is him, she exhales, "Fine." She hadn't missed what he said, earlier. "So, I've got the key." She taps the map, "Where's the lock? Because I sure as hell can't see it."
Vic Sage	The Question stands there for a moment, and walks forward towards Renee. "Lesson one, Padawan. Never take anything at face value." The Question picks up the gun, ejects the magazine and then slides the rack back, locking it into place and ejecting the shell in the chamber, catching it in midair. "Just because someone says something, doesn't mean it is the truth. You're a cop, you should know that by now. He takes the magazine and sets it down next to the gun, "I'm good, but I am not superhuman." He looks back to the map, a snort emanating through the flesh like mask on his face. "If I knew that, then this would be a boring little visit. What I do know, is that the drug and the fight club are connected. Find the ring leader of one, you likely find the ring leader of both. But he isn't going to go down easy."
Renee Montoya	"Connected?" Renee had -thought- they were, it -sounded- as if they were, but, there was no real evidence. It wouldn't be the first time she'd followed her gut, though. The way her eyes crinkle suggest to the man that her thoughts had moved along the same path. "What do you know?" She asks, attentive, perhaps even still a little mistrustful in the fact he'd snuck into her apartment like this.     But, if stories of The Bat were true, well -- Question wouldn't be the first hero to sneak into a cop's apartment in the middle of the night for a chat, either. "I can't just bust in there on a whim. Hell. I can't even get our digital team to investigate them on the dark web, they're too busy with their limited resources looking into child predators and slave markets."
Vic Sage	"Sometimes, it isn't what you know but what you feel. You have instincts, good ones. I know they tell you that these two seemingly unrelated events have something to tie them together. What gives you that feeling, Renee?" says The Question as he taps the map, right on that magical symbol. "When you look at this, what draws your eye? What do you focus on first?"
Renee Montoya	Renee considers his words, carefully, finally just giving in altogether to his presence. She nods, "The fact that every murder occurred within a two mile radius of where this illegal fight club is supposed to be," she begins, quietly, "And, every murder occurred at the victim's home. Where each child lived. But the drug bust was on the complete other side of the city. And that doesn't fit."     She points her finger to the lone mark, assessing Question, briefly, "We've been working overtime, busting our asses day and night. Scored more drug busts this month than in four months last year. No Blood. Nothing. Whoever this is, ... they've either got eyes and ears in the department, or they've gone completely underground after the fiasco. After I shot the Hollow Man."
Vic Sage	The Question nods quietly, "And if something doesn't fit the pattern, what does that tell you? One of two things...it is an isolated event that is not connected to anything at all, or that it is the counterpoint to what you are looking for. The fulcrum that ties the murders to the fightclub to the drugs. Look harder at that drug bust, Detective. Something is missing, but you weren't looking for it yet. And the GCPD being what it is, present company excluded, you know the answer to if they have eyes and ears in it...so mute and blind them. Leave the badge at home if you need to, sometimes that is the only way you are going to get to the truth."
Renee Montoya	"Do you always speak in circles?" Renee is frustrated. Mostly at the mystery in front of her -- at not being able to help those kids, at not being there to stop the murders. At the futility she feels in not being able to help, resolve this now. It's compounded by the fact a strange faceless man is in her apartment, and the fact there are just too many contengencies. Frustrated. But, not to the point of giving up. Just, frustrated.     She exhales, refusing to seek refuge in the Jack Daniels, which still remains closed. "Leave the badge at home is easier said than done. Being a cop is all I know how to do. Someone has to help these people. The Commissioner is a good man. Trying to clean out the department, too. I'm one of the few he knows he can rely on, right now. I'm not going to give his enemies a reason to get rid of me, whoever you are."     Another forced exhale. "Okay. So, what's missing? What do -you- see missing? Because I can't see it. Nor can Murphy."