Here's looking at you
Jane had been in a bar that night. Getting information for one of her cases. She had noted that she had been drinking harder stuff lately. Knowing her friend was gone had done a lot to Jane. She had been more willing to dance on the edge, more willing to take risks. It was hard trying to not be stupid.

But she was happy she got that information. She was going to shut down a gun runner who had been pressuring a mechanic to let him run his stuff out of her shop. She had all the intelligence she needed to make her move.

She stopped when she was outside near her car and shook her head.

"Sure does feel dark outside. Darker than normal for Gotham. What gives?"