making alliances

[parable_of]

Renee smokes in the stairwell, alternating between anxious speed and a slower pace in determination not to blow it. This is important and they've had to put it off for a while now, but that's no reason to get excited. It's just a mildly illicit meeting with two upcoming vigilantes. She doesn't have to worry about, god... impressing them or anything. Right? Well, she should be a goddamn professional, obviously, even if there's nothing professional about this. (Yer damn right, says the disturbing Bullock voice in her brain.)

At the door to the roof, she pauses, extinguishes her cigarette, breathes deep, assumes her on duty face, and goes out to meet Nite Owl and Rorschach.