Chapter 63

Isaac Dinklage

I did not find Rene in the room. She was in the bathroom. And judging by the sounds she was crying.

I didn't know what exactly happened, but my intuition told me that it was something personal or that she suddenly had PMS. The gift bottle was already lying on the floor next to her belongings, completely drunk. So I realized that I needed to talk to her.

And, leaning against the door with my back, I asked Rene over this obstacle:

- And why are we crying? I promised to return. And he returned!

- Hn ... everything is fine ... sniffing ... just got some strong wine ...

- So strong that it made yourself completely drink and cry in the bathroom?

Silence and quiet sobs continued.

- Rene, what happened? I do not promise that I will help, but I can listen. I can listen, believe me. And there maybe I will even help if I can. We're partners. - I didn't lie to her, and really wanted to help.

+ 300 to relationship with Rene Montoya.

She drank not sickly. Although it was already brewing.

- I don't want to lose our relationship. Better not to let you know about it.

- Rene, I myself am not a gift, or you have not yet understood this during the time that we know each other. And I'm also a womanizer, which many women don't like, I have suicidal tendencies, if you listen to some experts. Other than that, I do not know where I will be carried in this world. My character is poor. I am the last person in the world who will judge someone. Trust me! I don't even blame the Joker and our "freaks" for who they are and what they do. They rather infuriate me, and even then not all. Therefore, if you think that those words or an event that worries you so much can damage our relationship or somehow spoil it, then put it out of your head. You don't even have to tell me anything now. But sooner or later you will understand that I am right. And I will be ready to listen to you at any time. Just know this.

You have increased the level of the "Narototherapy" skill

+ 100 to relations with Rene Montoya.

The click of the door and I am already falling on my back, next to me is squatting Montoya with a half-empty bottle of whiskey. And nearby there are still several closed and half-drunk bottles of beer and something else lying around.

Yes, she is a drunk worse than me! I'm jealous!

I crawled over to her, closing the door behind me, and now the two of us were sitting together in the lotus position. She leaned against me next to the door. I'm back to the door again only now, on the other side.

We sit, we are silent, I wait, she gathers her thoughts. Somewhere in the fifth minute of patient silence, I could not stand it and ... I also took a bottle of beer and began to drink. At the tenth minute, Rene had already leaned against my shoulder and laid her head on me. But she was silent ...

At the twentieth minute, she nevertheless spoke:

- I ... I joined the police after my husband died. I married him when I was twenty ... I just graduated from the academy. He was a police officer. I always looked up to Gordon, and dreamed that Gotham would turn from the garbage he was, into a truly beautiful city, where a small child could go out into the street without fear of being beaten for nothing. So that depositors in banks do not worry about their money. He wanted fear to stop ruling this city. He was ... * sniff * ... a wonderful person, an idealist, even a dreamer, but I probably fell in love with him for that. And I don't regret it. But our family happiness did not last long. It all ended a little more than three years later. He was killed on one of the calls. Drunken brawl ... knife ... and one single corpse.

She took another sip from the bottle and finished it completely.