Renee Montoya.

Cue the commissioner leaning back into her seat. She needs a moment.

“ Fine. BUT if anything happens you know how to reach me. ”

“ Well that’s ironic, don’t you think? ”

“ Mhmm. So be careful, yeah? ”

“ I’m just saying. I can never be too sure with you. You’re quite the handful, you know. ”

“ At least try to not over do it by getting the biggest, heaviest one you can find! ”

|| >.> <3

“ That’s the main thing, I guess. ”

|| Renee’s headache incoming

“ You do if you’re trying to play with that kind of weaponry. You’re not just going to start swinging like it a nothing. ”

“ A machet— yeah, I’m sure you could. Then Gotham has more than enough sword users do a teacher shouldn’t be that hard either. ”

“ And where are you going to get one of those? ”

“ Oh, is /that/ where you ran off to? To learn Kung Fu? ”

The subtle twitching of her eye. She’s really trying to take no offense here— “Yeah. Someone has to do it so, here I am.”

“Hrm...”

“Guess who—“

Sighs. “You were but it’s not everyday I give someone the chance to get out of it.” She takes one of her hands, intertwining the fingers with her own as she leans closer. “You want to get arrested that badly, huh?”

“I wouldn’t oppose giving them a try....”

“I don’t know, they look pretty much the same to me.”

“Missed them that much?”