"Hey. The hat's in style." On occasion, anyway. The dizziness had faded, and she shifted his supporting arm away, walking on her own. A massive headache had set in instead, but that wasn't something she was unaccustomed to. She eyed the rioters around her, turning away from Dent every so often to mutter into a communicator to the Network. She was temporarily out of commission, but here's something that needs tending. Mostly, she ignored the chatter in her ear.

When Harvey asked, Renee laughed dryly, glancing at him. Yeah, this was going to be a fun conversation. "When Batman died." She pointed up at the sky, where another of the warped signals had just lit: the Batsignal, with R.I.P written in its body. "City has a sick sense of humor, huh?"