Renee faltered. She'd been following the sound for close to ten minutes before she realized she was even hearing it. Now she knew it - but she also had an inkling of what it was. She waffled for a moment, questioning herself, then decided to continue. She ducked into the shadow of a doorway and popped the gas that allowed her mask to form. Then she continued, following the tune to its source.

Source was sitting on a rooftop. Sound carried well up here. That made sense; she understood this one had almost supernatural hearing. "You wanted something?" she asked.

"To thank you," he replied. He turned around and stood up, "I apologise for the lure. I didn't want to miss."

Question inclined her head, "Accepted. Where's your buddy?"

"Deadshot killed him."

Beneath her mask, Renee blinked. "...I'm sorry," she said softly, "I didn't recognise Waller's binders until you were already gone, or I'd've done more for you."

"Thank you," Piper sighed, "You did a lot for us and we were grateful. It helped both of us that you believed us."

Question snerked, "Batwoman is a fool. We're supposed to make the court's job easier, not to waste their time. I remembered something about a Rogue in the FBI. I looked you up, both of you. You - you're good people."

"Maybe," Piper shrugged, "I don't know what I am."

"In the right place at the wrong time," Question sympathised, "I'm sorry about your friend. Him... maybe not so good, but not a threat. The puppets were funny. I cried with laughter when I went home."

"I couldn't believe he had the audacity," Piper grinned, "Tricks could be hilarious when he wanted to be."

"You were friends a long time?"

"Yeah. Despite his misgivings, he was still a good friend whenever I needed one."

"Misgivings? Ah yes.. You're an out brother. The word on you is good."

Piper eyed her and nodded slowly, relaxing somewhat. "Yeah. He was somewhat homophobic. Made a lot of bad jokes."

Under her mask, Question lifted an eyebrow, "Someone like that was your friend?"

Piper smirked derisively, "You can't very well go demanding to be accepted as you are, then condemn someone for being who they are." Question blinked. Her surprise must have communicated because Piper turned and explained, "Trickster's the sort of person who has to have someone to bug. If you don't give him a target, he'll dig around until he finds one. Any gay worth their salt knows their queer identity is going to be targetted, so if they're smart, they armour it. I didn't shoot back much because if I had, he'd've given up and dug around for something really vulnerable. Tricks kept it to bad jokes and didn't stray off. He wasn't a hater."

"Doesn't sound like a very nice person. This sounds like an excuse."

"Trickster acknowledged that what I had with my boyfriend was pretty much a marriage. Nor did he ever try to 'convert' me." Question digested that in silence. "He saved my life, several times. He talked to me when no one else would. It was easy to ignore the jokes; his friendship mattered more. Mine mattered to him, otherwise he wouldn't have kept it to jokes."

"I hadn't thought of it like that," Question said slowly. Piper shrugged. "You're wise. A wise brother. Yeah. I could use a friend like you. One with sound advice." Piper looked at her, his smirk hidden in the depths of his cowl. She tilted her head, then wrote something down on a scrap of paper and handed it to him, "Question's mobile. Keep in touch."

"Thanks. You always trust people this quickly?"

"I trust my instincts. They're seldom wrong. What will you do now? Finish your friend's work? Bring in the Rogues?"

"If I can."

Question turned to leave, then looked back, "I haven't laughed like that in a long, long time. So, when you avenge his death, give 'em one for me."