Question sighed, tired from the day's work and the night's heart shatter. He sprayed the gas, making the faceless mask of his peel off, and the Question's brown hair turning into Vic's ginger hair. 

Out of the alleyway and into his apartment, Victor closed the door and took a seat, leaning his bruised arms on the kitchen table. He sighed, almost reaching out for the cigarette pack he kept in his coat pocket. "Damn, when did I ever become this tired?" 

Despite his tired legs, Question stood up in a start. "Right!! I still have many things to do! I still have conspiracy to unravel, like the truth about social media websites." He walked to his room, greeted with his cork board pinned with tacks and strings to connect the dots. 

Vic planted his butt on the seat and stared into the laptop, ready to type out an essay of how social media has taken over the next generation's mind and will use that control to turn the children against the government and will overthrow it for the sake of likes and views on YouTube. 

But with all the ideas blurting out of his hyper mind, his body didn't want to move. His eyes only staring at the repeated blinking line that sat on the top of the empty document, as if it was waiting for him, but the fingers couldn't bring itself to rest on the little keys on the board. 

Question's view wandered to the mug on his desk, that carried all the pen's and chipped off pencil. Through that there was an arrow, dull from the tip, but still carried it's sharp purple color. 

It was the same arrow, from the day the two first met. 

When huntress shot it at Q's cork board, planting her butt on his desk then demanded him his help to hunt down a killer. How she would take him by the tie and kiss him on the lip, how she would fight by his side, bringing back all hope that seemed to be lost. 

"Too bad we broke up,"  

It made him snap the last sentence of her's, throwing that precious arrow of her's into the cork board, like a dart, like she did the first day they met. 

Question breathed heavily from his evaporating anger, sliding the loose tie of his off his collar dropping it to the floor. "Too bad, indeed."