Renee sighed and stepped back from the telescope. A zephyr swirled the smoke of her cigarette as she contemplated the skyline. She envied the normal people of Gotham. She thought the pressure of responsibility was too much as a cop. But now …
She dropped the cigarette and angrily stamped it out. Charlie would yell at her for still smoking. She wished he was still alive to yell at her about the damn cigarettes. And she wished he was here to have his job back!
The breeze dried the tear on her cheek. Why did he leave the questions to her?