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Detective Renee Montoya, Star City Police Department.

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Adria Arjona in Triple Frontier ( 2019 )

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Event Hiatus Post: To avoid the whole awkwardness of a random SCPD detective rocking up to the wedding of two complete strangers, Renee will be officially holding down the fort back in Star City while the festivities tear up the dash. Solving crimes, making terrible life choices and probably doing her own counter event in a bar. Someone save her a slice of the cake.

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After the last few weeks in the neighboring Star City, the comparatively bright and shiny streets of Central City seemed an anathema to the detective. Was it simply down to a reflection of the heroes that called it home? The Flash and Supergirl both seemed saccharine and absurdly wholesome in comparison to the more gungy, grimdark vigilantes she was more used to. Vigilantes, Renee supposed, she would have to start including herself apart of now that she had donned the featureless pseudoderm mask of the Question.  Right now she was lying in wait as her civilian alter ego, however. A bitterly dark coffee resting in one hand, a dog-eared case file open precariously in the other. Those dark eyes eyes watching the entrance to the coffee shop like a hawk between skimming the details within the manila folder, even though she had already having committed most of them to memory at this point. She had six hundred or so miles of mind-numbing train journeys ( and an uber ride from hell) to thank for the opportunity to review each word, paragraph and line item over and over again until they appeared behind her eyelids every time she happened blinked. She was just about to start the entire process again for the umpteenth time when the door chimes jingled softly, heralding the appearance of a striking brunette that matched the rough description she had been provided with. “Doctor Snow, I presume?” Renee called across the coffee shop, pulling back her leather jacket a little to flash a hip-mounted badge. “For an acclaimed scientist, you’re a surprisingly hard woman to track down. I’m Detective Renee Montoya. I’m hoping I could have a quick moment of your time.”                                                     

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ൠ Random! (Bedroom/house/living quarters )

A lot of people assume that Renee is a neat freak when they first visit her apartment. From the bathroom to the bedroom, everything is spotless, perfectly arranged and always kept in pristine condition. You could pretty much eat off that kitchen floor. In reality, however, it is simply because Renee treats her apartment as a temporary pit stop. Sure, she might occasionally crash on the bed at 4am in the morning (or just as likely the couch), but other than to grab a cup of coffee and a quick shower, the rest of the apartment is just window dressing on a life she barely has time to lead anymore. Too busy living the double life as a GCPD detective by day, masked vigilante by night, she simply doesn’t have time to get the place in a mess.

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☮ Friendship

Friends are as precious as they are rare for Renee. She’s always had more acquaintances, work colleagues and even paramours than she has had actual, honest to god friends. And of those lucky enough to breath such rarefied air, perhaps only one has ever been fortunate enough to really know who Renee Montoya was. Charlie. Insufferable bastard as he was, he was the first person she never felt she had to conceal a part of herself with. He accepted her for who she was, warts and all, and never once offered any judgement or pity for her past. It wasn’t so much as being around him made her a better person, so far as he gave her a chance to become who she was really meant to be. For that she owes him far more than she can ever put into words. Far more than she can ever hope to repay.  

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▼ Childhood

She remembers the fear most of all. The almost palpable, acrid smell of terror that had filled the city in the weeks and days before. While Gotham would never be anyone’s idea of a perfect home, the city today pales at the twisted, dark creature it once was. Back then, a sense of dread and hopelessness clutched at people’s chest, strangling them for breath and choking the life out of them on a daily basis. As if a heavy miasma covered the entire city from length to breadth. And then the signal went on. A bright, radiant beam of hope shooting up in to the sky from the GCPD headquarters. A beacon - a lighthouse - showing them that there was another way. That there was still something in Gotham worth saving. That someone out there was still fighting for them. In that crystallizing moment, she knew she wanted to do the same, and even now that memory is one of many that keeps her moving forward when all else seems lost. While some cops joined the force to uphold justice and the rah-rah American way, Renee Montoya joined because of a goddamn oversized lightbulb on a municipal roof and the hope it brought a young girl during the city’s darkest moments. 

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S I N G H .

Christian kicked at the ground in frustration. The dust kicked up in a cloud that mirrored his own troubled haze. Renee’s sarcasm didn’t settle his qualms but it did bring perspective. Her stint in Gotham weathered her to the chaos of human nature ,and even worse, the plight of good men turning down the road vastly traveled.  His radio rolling in his palms ready for the punch drunk consequences of his actions. Christian knew he needed to call it in. A bus would be in route to carry the bloodied man all the way to Central City General. He just wasn’t ready to face the music.

Peering back the hard lined detective, his brows furrowed at her own lawless behavior. “Montoya, what are doing? You don’t even have gloves on.” Christian ripped a pair from his belt, tossing them down to her. He caught the rectangular device looking over the number with a grimace. Their collective actions weren’t right but it got results. 

“I may know someone who’d be willing to run it without questions.” 

In a rare display of considerable restraint, Renee somehow managed to refrain from making a comment as Christian went from rabid pooch to petulant kid in a blink of an eye behind her. Instead she focused in giving the suspect another pat down, batting away his complaints and his hands as she relieved him of a switch knife and a wallet. The former tossed negligently down a drain, the latter was palmed for insurance. This wasn’t her first rodeo after all. A good detective followed the law, a great detective knew when the blur the lines. Bullock had taught her that.  “Right, because smearing your DNA all over this guy’s face with your knuckles didn’t already contaminate any evidence and screw up any chance we have of booking this guy.” She shook her head dismissively as she stood back up, catching the gloves with her free hand but simply tucking them in her jacket pocket along with the wallet. “Of course, that is assuming that this wasn’t just gang on gang violence, right? Nothing more than a simple disagreement between rival factions that got out of hand, with Matthews here catching a pretty bad beating for his trouble. The kind that could’ve turned out a lot worse if we hadn’t turned up when we did, right?” She kept her gaze purposefully on the suspect as she spoke, speaking loudly and firmly enough to ensure he was following each word even in his pan riddled haze. It didn’t hurt that somewhere in the calmly delivered, almost saccharine explanation of events her boot had found its way on to his knee. She would let herself feel guilty for this later, drowning in a bottle or two of Central City’s finest, but right now she only felt a sense of detachment as she increased the pressure with each word.  “Because you know, the alternative story that he gave up his employer... Well, that wouldn’t go down nearly as well. Sure it might be the kinda tale that might end a cops career, but we all know what endings rats get.”  She gave another h a r d press with her foot before removing it entirely, “Just food for thought.”

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D A N V E R S .

alex noticed the brief pauses between the woman’s motions - biding her time. it was clever, she’d be wary if approached by an agent with a badge as the only thing to vouch for their name. “i’d argue that star city has some different qualities than gotham. the spill over from central city for example, whereas gotham suffers a more…vivid show of crime.” alex reached for the cup of coffee with a grateful nod as she grasped one of the sugar sachets to shake out. “it is.” alex nodded in agreement, her gaze drifting to the buzz of of silence within the department. it was as if everyone sat in anticipation of what was happening. alex turned her eyes to renee again, “i heard there were open spots on the anti-vigilante task force. it’s getting most of the city’s funding now. my understanding is that makes it easier to get through the shifts.” alex tilted her head as she gauged the woman’s reaction. she wanted to get a feel of her possible recruit, even if she had already formed her own idea. what was on paper certainly was different than what she can see with her own eyes.

Renee let out a soft, dry chuckle at the agent’s diplomatic approach to describing Gotham. Vivid show of crime. “You mean we attract the kooks.” She translated bluntly, clearly leaving all the pretty dressing up to the aforementioned criminals, even if it was just verbally. “It’s the lack of any real sunlight. Drives people criminally insane.” The coffee was as bitter as it was cheap and foul, but any source of caffeine was welcome at the moment. And as unpleasant as it was to sip, it  brought her a moment to glance over towards the rest of the break room over the rim of her mug, the assembled scattering of officers surreptitiously trying to pay attention without making it obvious. Tt. She would have to be careful here. “As appealing as that overtime pay is, I figure this city’s got enough crime to contend with without chasing down Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men. I’ll stick with an honest day’s work.”

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G R E E N  A R R O W.

The ominous gray captured the idyllic cerulean sky sweeping away the ambient  chimes of the holiday. Gluttony took many forms on the hollowed grounds of Star City; the only excusable example of such selfishness was supposed to be smothered in cranberry sauce and far too much turkey. Instead, they c h o k e d on the misery of young lives lost. Oliver bitterly watched the scene unfold below from the desolate rooftop. The rain distorted his vision, blurred lines and the harsh glare from the swirling red lights. The Glades just couldn’t catch a break. Not with Diaz’s campaign to drown the city in his grime; a grim image of the absolute power.

You’ve failed this city.

The notion called at the back of his head. His nimble fingers at the ready to protect the only good cop on sight. Renee Montoya. She sure knew how to pick ‘em, didn’t she? First Gotham and now the failing paper town that was Star City. His gaze hardened at the stark passing of white bags carting the tragic end into the back of the coroner’s van. Oliver turned away at the thought of his own son. This had to end one way or another. He weighed him approach to this after excusing himself from the table. The former adminstration stream rolled out the bill that outlawed men like this and the case that encased him to his own four by four death sentence, Oliver reached into his quiver, the beacon arrow emanating a low buzz. With a sharp exhale, he lined his shot and fired the arrow into the eroded bedrock above. The rest of the frenzying swine wouldn’t notice in their efforts to sweep up the broken piece of this operation. Montoya would. A noninvasive request for some time with the hardened detective.

Renee flinched as an arrow punched its way into the building above her head, hand automatically falling to the comforting embrace of the non-regulation issue revolver on her hip before she realized it was less of an attack, but a crude message. What was with vigilantes and their goddamn need for theatrics? Was there no room in the leather and spandex assemble for a phone? Offering a silent and borderline blasphemous curse to the heavens, the detective tugged at her hem of her jacket, re-adjusting it to disguise her initial surprise before anyone got suspicious. Unlike their Star City counterparts, the Gotham’s boys in blue had a long and open history of working amicably with vigilantes. A certain Bat was even unofficially listed on the MCU case clearance board last she checked. If the Arrowman (or whatever the fuck he was called) could help her stem the tide of bodies, then anti-vigilante act be damned. It wasn’t like the SCPD was about to do anything, not when they were too busy kissing Diaz’s ring.  “Kowalski,” Renee called to the burley looking CSI tech, jerking her head towards the evidence collection currently going on behind them. There was a greater than fair chance he was just as brought and paid for as the rest of his compatriots, but he was the only one who’s name she had bothered remembering. “Make sure they tag and log the evidence right this time. I don’t need the DA tossing another case on account of you guys being a bunch of illiterate assholes.” She was already striding off before the man could even begin to voice his protest, ducking her head as she slipped around the corner and pressed further into the glade’s labyrinthine warren of alleyways and backstreets. Halting only once she was satisfied that she had put enough distance between herself and her fellow officers. “You better make it quick. We’re running low on manpower and I’ve got work to do.”

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T O D D‌ .

Jason smiled a little in approval at that - cops, in his experience, swung one of two ways most of the time. They didn’t want to rock the boat, so turned a blind eye to the corruption and neglect from the top, or they took full advantage of it to do what they wanted. It wasn’t often any of them chose to actually use the failings of the system to try and fight back to fix it, or at the very least make sure they knew not everyone would stand for it. “I can respect that. Still wouldn’t find me signing up to the academy anytime soon but… you’re right. Someone’s gotta do something, might as well be you.” He shrugged. He knew that was the mantra of many in his ‘line of work’, especially among the rest of the batfamily.

In truth, the life of a cop wasn’t one Renee would’ve wished on anyone. She had lost count the number of her fellow officers that had fallen victim to the job, being irreparably injured physically, mentally or worse in the line of duty. Half her graduating class and more besides.  Yet it was also one she wouldn’t have traded for the world. It was in her blood now. All but addicted to the increasingly rare and elusive high that only arose from the sense of satisfaction making a difference, even temporarily, could bring about. “Probably for the best.”  She snorted softly, pointing at him lazily with the top of her bottle. “ Pretty sure a guy from Park Row would combust just stepping over the Academy threshold. Besides, the pays pretty terrible, the hours are long as fuck and don’t even get me started on the dental plan.” 

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Adria Arjona in True Detective.

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From Convergence: The Question 1 by Greg Rucka and Cully Hamner