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Falling Apart	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman/DC Comics, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Home
- 2-Reconnection
- 3-Lost
- 4-Memories
- 5-Romanced
- 6-Encounters
- 7-Mine
- 8-Changes
- 9-Meeting
- 10-Hike
- 11-Danger
- 12-Tension
- 13-Scared
- 14-Forgiveness
- 15-End
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Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies. Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina
I dashed around my apartment, trying to make sure everything was clean before Bruce came over. As I walked down the corridor to put some towels away, I noticed someone had slid an envelope under my door.
Bending down to pick it up, I noticed that my name was written on it in intricate calligraphy. It gave me a bad feeling, and I wanted to just toss it aside and forget about it, but something made me open it.
Inside was a letter, and a photo of me on my stakeout. I began to shake as I unfolded the letter and read it.
You made a mistake when you exposed my daughter. I’m giving you more warning than I would anyone else, because I’m certain it was an innocent mistake. You have twelve hours to undo what you did, or leave town, before I send people after you.
Carmine Falcone.
I shoved everything back into the envelope, feeling my world come tumbling down around me. I’d done the one thing I always promised Dad I wouldn’t. I’d rushed in without checking everything through. It was stupid, but I was so excited about finding a way to reopen the charity that I hadn’t even thought about everything.
Tossing the envelope onto the bench, I ran to the bathroom to throw up. My chest was tightening and it felt like every breath was a struggle.
One deep breath, I thought to myself, trying to calm down. And another one. Good. You can handle this, Eve. You know how to protect yourself.
It took me a few minutes, but I managed to get myself at least mostly calm. I rinsed my mouth out and washed the tears off my face. I was hoping that Bruce wouldn’t notice that I was still feeling anxious.
Fixing my makeup, I headed back to the kitchen to start cooking dinner. It was easy to push my worries aside and focus on just the preparation.
By the time Bruce knocked on my door, I was completely calm again. I carefully kicked the oven door closed, then walked over to let him in.
“You look beautiful.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“You say that every time you see me.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He slid his hands under the back of my shirt, pulling me in close. “That’s because you always look beautiful.”
I kissed him, moaning softly as I tasted coffee on his lips. Everything seemed so easy with him, and it was a little scary.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, walking into the kitchen.
“I would love one.” He sat on the bar stool, leaning on the bench.
I opened my drinks cupboard, pulling out a bottle of Port. As I turned back to pour it, I saw him pick up the envelope and look it over.
“Is someone sending you love letters?” He asked, giving me a smile.
I snatched it out of his hands, throwing it into the bin. “It’s nothing.”
“Hey, I was just joking.” He reached for my hand. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, sorry. I’ve just had a long day.” I sighed. “I’m fine, I promise. Sorry for worrying you.”
He studied my face for a moment. “As long as you’re okay.”
I poured his drink, handing it over to him. “If I’m not, you’ll be the first to know. Now, dinner won’t be ready for another hour, what should we do?”
“Oh,” He stood up, pulling me into his arms. “I can think of a few things.”
“I’m sure you can.” I took a sip of my drink. “Like what?”
He pressed a kiss to my neck. “Do I really need to say it?”
“No, you really don’t.” I laughed, pulling him towards the bedroom.
“Eve, honey, I have to run.” Bruce whispered, gently touching my face.
I opened my eyes, looking up at him sleepily. “Okay, call me later?”
He nodded, softly kissing me. “I’ll see you soon.”
I watched him leave the room, then rolled over to go back to sleep. Drifting in and out for a while, I woke fully when I heard the front door open again.
“Bruce?” I called out, sitting up. “Did you forget something?”
When there was no reply, I reached into the top drawer of my bedside table, pulling out my switchblade. It had been over twelve hours since I got the note, so I figured they were coming for me.
I felt strangely calm as I quickly pulled some shorts on and slid my blade into the pocket. Standing behind the door, I breathed slow and quiet.
A moment later, it opened, and a large man walked in. I kicked him in the back, knocking him forward. He recovered faster than I expected, grabbing me as I dashed past him. I punched him in the face, but he didn’t even flinch.
He threw me through the doorway, sending me smashing through glass coffee table. Sharp pain shot through me as shards of glass cut my skin, but I managed to pick myself up and face him again.
“If Falcone wants me dead, you could have just shot me.” I wheezed, pulling a piece of glass out of my arm. “Is the beat down really necessary?”
“He doesn’t want you dead, sweetheart.” He laughed, rolling up his sleeves as he walked over. “He just wants you to learn a lesson.”
I dodged his first punch, slamming my fist into his side. Ducking around him, I kicked him in the back of his knees. He staggered forwards, but stayed upright.
I tried to run, adrenaline pumping through me, but he caught the edge of my shirt, hauling me backwards. Hitting the ground at a weird angle, I struggled to breathe as he lifted me up then slammed my head into the ground.
The world seemed to spin out from underneath me as stars sparkled before my eyes. He punched me multiple times, until I was barely conscious. I wasn’t able to fight back, but I somehow had the presence of mind to get my knife out and stab him in the side.
He flinched, ripping the knife out and kicking me once before running for the door. Climbing to my feet, I stumbled into the bedroom to get my phone and call Charlotte.
“You’re calling very early, Miss Eva. What can I do for you?” She asked. “Is it about what I saw on the news the other night?”
“Yes, I need help.” I said quietly, limping into the bathroom for the first aid kit. “They broke into my apartment and hurt me. I can’t call the police.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen. Stop the bleeding as best you can.”
I sat on the floor, picking small pieces of glass out of my skin. None of them were very deep, and there wasn’t a lot of blood. I was more concerned about the pounding headache I now had, the kick to the ribs I’d taken, and whether I could cover all of these injuries up so no one would know. I was still sitting there, bandaging up my wounds, when Charlotte arrived.
“Oh dear. Let me help you.” She knelt down in front of me, helping me clean myself up.
“How bad is my face?” I asked, trying not to cry. “Is it noticeable?”
She nodded. “It is, but it’s nothing that can’t be covered up with foundation. Turn around.”
I did as I was told, unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off. It was pretty shredded, more at the back than I’d expected. I was still running high on adrenaline, so I couldn’t feel her getting the rest of the glass out of me.
“As for the rest of the cuts and bruises you have, I would probably avoid wearing anything too revealing for a little while. If you have Bruce over, maybe keep things as dark as possible.” She cleaned the rest of the blood off my skin. “You won’t need stitches, so we won’t need to get anyone involved. Just… be careful.”
I nodded, wiping my eyes. “Dad is probably so disappointed in me right now.”
“The first time your father blackmailed someone in this city, I stitched up five knife wounds and set his broken wrist.” She chuckled. “You’re doing just fine, and I promise he would be proud.”
“Thank you.” I shivered a little. “I feel like I screwed this whole thing up.”
She helped me up, walking me back to the bedroom. “This is just a hiccup. Even if you have the entire mob coming after you, this is something you can deal with. Rest now, I’ll clean the mess up and get a new coffee table in.”
“I don’t feel tired. I feel like I should do something.” I whispered, getting some clothes to change into.
“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t make me use my demanding voice. You will rest now, watch some television or a movie. It will take longer for your wounds to heal if you don’t rest.”
I laughed through the tears, unable to really be upset with her telling me off like that. “Alright, I promise I’ll rest.”
“Good girl.” She helped me into my clothes. “I’ll bring you something to eat later.”
I did as I was told, lying on the bed with my laptop in front of me to watch movies. She came past with some food and painkillers after a couple of hours, but other than that, I was basically alone and resting all day.
I was drifting in and out of sleep again when my phone began to ring. It was Bruce, but I really was not up to talking to him right then. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to fake my way through a conversation without letting on that something had happened.
When he called back a second time, I picked up. I did want to talk to him, I always did, so I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.
“Is everything alright?” He asked. “Normally you pick up really quickly, so I was worried when you didn’t.”
“I’m alright, I just have a mild migraine. I was sleeping, so I didn’t really hear your first call.” I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.
“Oh, Eve, I’m sorry. Do you want me to call back later?”
I smiled, ignoring the pain for a moment. “No, it’s nice to hear your voice. Why did you call?”
“I was wondering if you might want to come over for dinner tomorrow. It’s going to be another beautiful day, and I thought we could eat outside.”
“I…” I hesitated for a moment, then made a decision. “I would love that.”
“Good! I hope you’re feeling better soon. I’ll call you later to check up on you, alright?”
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