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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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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. Lao Tzu
“Are you ready for this?” Bruce asked, as we slowed to a halt in front of the valet. “We can’t hide on a red carpet.”
I nodded. “Then we won’t hide. We don’t have to give them anything concrete, they’ll theorise anyway.”
He leaned over to kiss me, and I was thankful for the tinted windows so no one else could see. After a moment, he got out, walking around to me. He opened the door and held his hand out to me.
I stood up, moving my hand to the crook of his arm as we headed towards all the flashing lights. Even though I was feeling a little anxious about the attention, it was comforting to have Bruce by my side.
The questions came from all sides as we stopped for photos. I turned to a young woman with a notepad and recorder, giving her a big smile.
“Eve!” She called, waving me over. “Are you and Bruce an item now? We’ve seen you together at a few events, and we’re all wondering.”
Detaching myself from Bruce, who had stopped to talk to another reporter, I walked over to her.
“I just got back from England, and I’m not ready to rush into anything yet. We’re just taking things slow right now.” I clutched my purse behind my back, keeping up a smile for the cameras.
“Are you planning on staying in Gotham? Or are you going to head back to England?”
I shook my head. “I’m staying, for sure. I’ve been away for long enough, and I think this is where my parents would want me to be.”
She wrote down some notes, then looked up at me again. “So what are your plans now that you’re back? Will you take over the hotel empire?”
“No, I think I’ll leave that up to people who know the business better than me. I’m hoping to get into some charity work again. But we’ll see.”
I felt Bruce take hold of my elbow, and I looked up at him.
“We should head inside. The show will be starting soon.” He said quietly.
I nodded, saying goodbye to the young reporter. He slid his arm around my waist, and we walked into the theatre. It was more beautiful than I remembered, probably because I’d never appreciated it as a child.
“Do you want a drink before we go in?” Bruce asked, turning to me as we stopped near the bar.
“I’d love a champagne. I’ll be back in a sec, just need to go to the bathroom.” I squeezed his hand, then headed over to the ladies’ room.
Standing in front of the mirror, I checked my make up and my hair. The momentary anxiety of the press was gone, but I still didn’t feel fully back to my confident self yet. I really liked Bruce, I always had, but I was a little scared that this wouldn’t work, and I guess that’s why I was holding back.
I took a few deep breaths, then reapplied my lipstick. I’d never been one to let fear get in my way, but this was a big deal, and I just couldn’t shake the worry that something could go wrong. It took me a couple of minutes, but I managed to push back the worries enough to keep myself calm.
Walking out of the bathroom, I found Bruce walking over with my drink. He handed it to me, just as the bell sounded.
“Ready to go in?” He asked, taking my arm.
I nodded, and we walked up to the box he’d booked for us. It was a cosy space, with the two seats replaced by a comfy bench seat so we could sit closer together.
“I’ve known you a long time, Bruce, but I never took you for such a romantic.” I commented, as we sat down.
He lazily wrapped his arm around my shoulder, placing his glass down on the table. “I thought that since this is our first date, I would make it a little nicer.”
Touching his cheek, I turned his face so he was looking at me. “I think this is perfect.”
He kissed me, tangling his fingers in the hair on the back of my head. It was a soft kiss, short and sweet, because it would have been inappropriate to go any further, at least while the lights were still on.
“I like it when your hair is down.” He whispered, twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. “It makes you look softer, and more relaxed.”
“I always worry that it looks messy, or improper.” I bit my lip, embarrassed. “Mum told me that a lady should always wear her hair up, because it makes her neck look longer. I don’t think I’ve ever been the sort of lady she wanted me to be, though.”
He drifted his hand down my arm. “I think you are better than what she wanted for you.”
“Well, of course you would say that.” I laughed, as the lights dimmed around us.
The overture began, the music swirling around us, and he pulled me closer. The show went on, my focus interrupted every so often by Bruce pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
This was one of my favourite musicals, and by the end of the first act, I was feeling a lot better. As the lights lifted for the intermission, I turned to Bruce with a smile.
“Thank you for this.” I said, quietly. “I like going out to places where I don’t feel like I’m constantly being watched and judged.”
“They could be watching us now, you never know.” He joked, softly pressing a kiss to my palm.
I laughed. “But you know I would be just as happy having dinner at either of our homes, right? I’ve seen you at some of your lowest points, and you’ve known me basically since the day I was born. You don’t need to impress me.”
“I know.” He whispered, leaning over to kiss me. “Next time I’ll invite you over to mine for dinner, but I knew this was a show you liked.” After a moment, he touched my cheek. “I heard you tell that reporter you wanted to get back into charity work. What will you do?”
“I’m not sure yet. Mum was always so involved in so many charities, and I don’t know where I want to start. I’ll have to think about it.” I played with my necklace, looking out at the audience as they stood up and stretched their legs, chatting with each other. Crossing my legs, I felt my dress slide apart at the slit, revealing my skin.
“Whatever you decide to do,” He traced patterns on my thigh, higher and lower, making me blush. “I know you’ll do great.”
“You’re sweet.” I kissed him, gently pulling his hand from my leg. It’s not that I didn’t want him to touch me. It was just that the more I kissed him, the harder it was getting to control myself.
I stood on my toes, pulling one of the books off the shelf. It was a heavy law book, nothing of interest for me, but he’d asked, and I obliged.
“You asked me to do this just so you could get a look at my ass, didn’t you, Harvey?” I laughed, turning to face him.
“Am I so predictable?” He laughed, reaching for my arm and pulling me onto the couch beside him.
“Do you really want to read this? You’ve been studying for hours.” I dropped the book in his lap, beginning to unbutton the shirt I was wearing over my underwear. “We could do something a bit more fun.”
He pushed me down onto the cushions, leaning down to kiss me. “It’s going to be very hard to become a lawyer with your distracting face always around.”
“I know you will become a great lawyer, even with my distractions.” I softly pushed a piece of his hair out of his eyes. “You’re smart enough to be anything you want to be.”
“I’m grateful for a little distraction now and then.” He slid his hand along my thigh, pulling my leg around him. “Especially when it comes from you.”
“The house is coming along nicely, Miss Eva.” Charlotte told me. “With so many workers, they estimate that the house will be liveable in a few weeks, with the entirety of the maintenance finished in just over a month.”
I sat down in my comfy office chair, lifting my feet up onto the desk. “I’m glad it’s going so well. I can’t wait to be back there.”
“I’ll call you again soon when I have more news.” She hung up.
Alone with my thoughts again, I set about preparing for my stakeout. The mayor had so generously told me that his wife was away, and that he enjoyed the company of women who weren’t her.
He’d also provided me with his mobile number. It’s so easy to track people through their phones nowadays, since everyone had GPS and allowed so many different apps to see their location.
I was a little torn. I wanted to focus on doing what Dad had taught me, but reports about this Batman character were still filtering through.
Focus your attention. The punishment comes first, the reward later. I heard his voice in my head. He was right when he used to tell me that I had trouble working out what was important.
Maybe my interest in Batman came from a shared goal. Whoever he was, he went out and dealt with lower level crime physically, working his way up. I just started from the top, using the information I had gathered, to influence them into doing the right thing.
Blackmail for the sake of blackmail wasn’t my goal here, and I still needed a reason to use this information. It wasn’t enough to just have it, though I could let Hill know I do and then hold that over him in the future.
So I searched. I sorted through every connection between him and my parents, and there were a lot, looking for anything that had changed since they had died.
I was scrolling through financial records when I found it. A charity for abused women and children that my mother had run went bankrupt a few years after she died, because Hill was funnelling funds out of it and into his personal accounts. When it closed, he’d turned the building into an experimental medical centre, removing the access from the community. The people that were being helped were tossed out.
It was the best coincidence. I wanted to get back into charity, and now all I needed was physical evidence so I could get Hill to admit what he’d done. That way, I could reopen the home under its original name without any bad press attached.
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