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Red Lips, Dark Hearts	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld, Maxims
“Are you going after him?” I asked, gesturing up at the green-haired man on the computer screen.
Bruce nodded, leaning back on the chair. “I have to. He’s too dangerous to be left to his own devices.”
I bit my lip, hesitating. The more we found out about Joker, the more scared I was about Bruce going out after him. There was no pattern to the way he worked, nothing made any sense about him, and I worried that Bruce was going to get himself killed.
“What is it?” He asked.
I shook my head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, Eve.” He slid closer, resting his hands on my waist. “What’s bothering you?”
“It’s just… Joker is dangerous, and I know I can’t convince you not to go out there, but I’m worried that he’s going to kill you.”
“I’m being careful.”
“I know you are. But you already come home bruised and cut up, it’s hard not to think it could get worse.” I played with my hair, trying not to show how scared I was. “I would never ask you to stop, but I just want to know that you’ll always come back.”
He gently pulled me off the desk and into his lap. “I know it’s hard. All I can do is promise you that I will be as careful as I can.”
“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I know I’m being overly anxious.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He kissed me. “I…”
An alarm went off, and I stood up to get out of his way. “Go. I’ll see you when you get back.”
He got up, stopping to kiss me deeply, then running off.
“I love you!” He called as he ran to change. “Alfred will be back in an hour or so.”
“I know. I love you too.” I replied, sitting down in the chair.
As he went roaring out of the cave, I put my feet up on the desk to keep an eye on things. I didn’t really need to be there, but Bruce knew that it made me feel a little less anxious when I could see what was happening.
I don’t think he realised just how easy it was to follow him through the CCTV cameras around him. He wasn’t as subtle as he seemed to think. Maybe it was just because I knew him well enough to predict what he would do. I’d been spending nearly every night in the cave for almost two months now, which was probably part of the reason.
While I waited for something interesting to happen, I hacked into the Gotham Gazette to see what they were planning on posting in the morning. I didn’t entirely care what they wrote about me, I mostly just did it out of curiosity at this point.
Then something caught my eye. Bruce was standing on a rooftop, and a woman in a tight catsuit was approaching him. She was beautiful, and I felt a twinge of jealousy in my heart.
There was no sound, so I couldn’t tell what she was saying, but from the look on her face, it really seemed like she was flirting. Anger was quickly replacing the jealousy, and the only thought in my mind was one of betrayal.
Was she better than me? Prettier, smarter? All I knew was that he seemed to be paying attention to her. He knew I probably would be watching, but he was still there with her.
Bursting into tears, I fled the cave via the passage up into my home. Somewhere deep inside, I knew this was irrational, that I trusted him, but I couldn’t hear that right then. It’s like my tears were blocking out the rational voice inside of me.
I was still crying when I got back to my bedroom, but I managed to change out of my clothes and get into bed.
I was still awake when Bruce slid under the sheets behind me. As he wrapped an arm around my waist, I flinched involuntarily.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, turning on the light.
I sat up, biting my lip as I turned to face him. “I… saw you with a woman tonight. It looked like she was flirting with you…”
“What?” His eyes went wide. “Eve, I would never do anything like that. You know that. You are the one I love, I would never jeopardise what we have. She sometimes gives me information, that’s all. I promise.”
“I know.” I nearly started to cry again. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought that.”
He gently pulled me into his lap. “Is something wrong? You haven’t been entirely yourself recently.”
“I don’t know. But you’re right, I haven’t been feeling normal for a little while.” I wiped my eyes. “I guess this is where Mum would have told me to go see the doctor.”
“And she would be right. Whatever is going on, we can handle it, but first we need to know what it is.”
I nodded. “I’ll go soon.”
He held me close, not speaking, until I was feeling better.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” I laughed, hooking the carabiner onto my harness.
“You’re pretty confident for someone who hasn’t done this for a while.” Bruce replied.
I took hold of his shirt, pulling him close enough to whisper in his ear. “And you’re pretty confident for someone who relies on technology and mechanics to climb walls.”
His mouth dropped open. “Oh, it’s definitely a competition now.”
I grinned, starting to climb. It was easy to get back in the rhythm and thought process that I needed, my focus on the next step, the next reach. Although I could only just see him out of the corner of my eye, I could feel that he was close, and I needed to hurry up.
Pausing, I looked up to judge which handhold to try for next. There was one just a little further than I could reach, and I took a chance. I jumped, reaching out my hand to catch it.
There was a moment of panic where I thought I wouldn’t make it, but then I caught hold and hauled myself up further. I was definitely out of practice, but was spurred on by the fact that Bruce was on my heels. No way I was losing to him, not in the date activity I’d chosen.
I pushed myself, trying not to slow down as the climb got harder closer to the top. It felt good to be climbing again, both inside and outside. The competition was energising, and it powered me on.
Bruce was right next to me as we hit the last few metres, and I kept my focus on the bell at the top. We were neck and neck, but at the last second, I managed to reach out and ring the bell.
I looked over at him as he made it to the top as well, a cheeky smile on my face. “And you didn’t believe I could beat you.”
“We might have to start doing this regularly again, then you won’t beat me.” He laughed.
Pushing off from the wall, I let the auto-belay system slowly lower me to the ground. Once my feet touched the floor, I unhooked the rope and returned it to the post. He did the same, pulling me in for a hug.
Climbing a few more times, but more casually, I stopped when my muscles began to burn. We changed back into street clothes, then headed out to the car.
“I missed doing normal things like this.” He said quietly, holding open the car door for me. “It’s easy to forget about all this when I’m focused on my nights.”
I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I might not be very helpful during your night work, but at least I can keep you grounded in normality.”
“You do.” He softly kissed my forehead. “Should we go get coffee? Maybe we could go for a walk in the gardens?”
“I would love both.” I let go of him, stepping into the car.
We picked up coffee at a small café, then headed across the street to the gardens. It was the start of September, and thankfully the weather was already cooling a little.
“It’s strange,” I said, as we sat down on a bench. “But this feels so normal. We go through so much every night that quiet moments like this feel wrong.”
Bruce slid his arm around my waist, pulling me close beside him. “Maybe we do need to start getting out more. I know you’re getting closer to opening your home for girls, and we will need to be more public for that. We’ll just have to work out how to balance our time better.”
“We haven’t really been putting enough effort into being normal over the past couple of months.” I laughed, taking a sip of my coffee.
“We aren’t really very normal.” He replied, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“No, but we can fake it.”
He took my hand, softly squeezing it. “How are things going with your charity work? I haven’t asked for a while.”
“Oh!” I turned to look at him in surprise. “It’s going really well. I’m organising a fundraising ball, and I’m starting to look at buildings I can use for the home. It’s a lot of work, but I’m getting there. I just hope that I’m living up to my mother’s memory, that’s all.”
“She would be proud of you, and I think you know that.”
I nodded. “I do, but it’s nice to hear someone else say it.”
He pressed a finger to the underside of my chin, drawing me in for a kiss. There was more I wanted to say, but none of it really seemed to matter when we were kissing. What did matter was that we loved each other, and I was certain we could make this work.
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