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Falling Apart	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 370 -:- 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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There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite. Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I sat in my car with my laptop, tapping into the mayor’s phone. From there, it was easy to discover where he was that night. The GPS placed him inside one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, the Royale Bar.
It wasn’t far from my home, and, as I parked outside, I saw that he was sitting in the window with a woman. She was beautiful, with long dark hair. I was sorry for dragging her into this, but from the news reports I’d read, my mother’s charitable reputation had been besmirched by Hill’s actions, and I couldn’t let that stand.
I pulled my camera out, snapping a few photos. I’d never understood why people would make the commitment to get married, only to turn around and start an affair when the opportunity arises.
As I managed to get a photo of them kissing, my phone began to ring. I didn’t really want to answer, because I was trying to pay attention, but it was Bruce.
“Do you often call young women late at night?” I asked, holding the phone to my ear.
“I could hang up and call you in the morning, if that’s what you would prefer.” He laughed softly.
I blushed, pausing for a moment. “If I’m the only woman you’re calling this late, I suppose I can indulge you. What can I do for you?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice again. It’s been a couple of days since I’ve heard it, and I miss you.”
“Well, I was going to call you in the morning.” I took another photo. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to mine for dinner tomorrow night.”
There was silence for a few seconds, and I was worried that maybe I’d said the wrong thing.
“I can’t for the next few nights. Would Friday work?”
“I suppose I can wait until Friday.” I noticed that the mayor had stood up, and looked to be leaving. “If you want to hear my voice, you know you can call me whenever you like.”
“I will definitely take you up on that.” His voice was quiet. “I’m sorry I can’t come around tomorrow. I want to see you, but you came back to Gotham right during a lot of changes at the company, and there’s a lot happening.”
I started driving, slowly following behind the mayor’s town car. “It’s fine, I promise. You don’t need to explain to me. Call me when you can, alright?”
“As soon as I have some more free time.” He said his goodbye, and then hung up.
I returned my attention to what I was doing. There probably wasn’t much more I could get from that night, and Hill was pulling into the driveway of his home, so I headed back to the warehouse.
While the photos printed, I placed copies on a USB, on my setup and in the cloud. I wasn’t about to lose my work this early in the game.
“Why can’t you understand?” I leaned against the window sill. “We’ve been friends for twenty years, I’m not just going to drop him.”
“It was never me, was it?” Harvey asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you ever love me at all?”
“I did… I do!” I cried, frustrated. “But Bruce is my best friend, I’m not going to cancel on him out of nowhere.”
He stormed over, taking my face in his hands. “No, you won’t. You’ll never put anyone else above him, not even me. You don’t love me, because you love him.”
“Harvey, don’t. I love you, I promise I do.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore, Eve. I’m not going to pretend like I’m happy with being second to him.” He kissed me softly, once. “I’m sorry, but this is over.”
I watched him leave, sliding down the wall to the floor. My heart hurt, and I knew I’d screwed everything up. Maybe I knew deep down that he was right, that I’d neglected him for Bruce, but right then I was furious. Why couldn’t he understand that Bruce and I were close?
I’d tried so hard to balance my life between the two of them, but I guess it wasn’t enough.
I walked into my apartment, placing my groceries down on the bench. Bruce was going to arrive in just over an hour and I needed to be ready.
As I set everything up to start cooking, my phone began to ring. Putting it on speaker, I placed it on charge.
“I’m seeing you in an hour, couldn’t you wait to hear my voice again?” I asked, turning on the oven.
I heard him take a breath, and I could tell what was coming. There were a few more seconds of silence before he spoke again.
“I’m so sorry, Eve.” He hesitated again. “There’s an emergency at Wayne Tower, and I need to go help.”
I held back my sigh of frustration and upset. “It’s alright. If it’s an emergency, of course you need to go. We can have dinner another night.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know. Call me when you can, okay?” I hung up, trying not to cry.
I packed everything away again, then poured myself a strong drink. My night was over before it began, and now I needed something to do so I could ignore the hurt I was feeling.
Before I could dwell on it too long, I decided to go out. There was a club nearby, one that I’d been going to since I was less than legal. I was hoping that it hadn’t changed, because it was always a place I’d enjoyed.
I got changed into one of my club dresses, then headed down the street to the club. Waltzing past the line, I walked right up to the bouncer, who was very familiar to me.
“Welcome back to Gotham, Eve. Go right in.” He unhooked the rope, letting me through. “Lots of familiar faces today. The DA went in about an hour ago, in case you wanted to talk to him.”
“Thank you.” I walked inside, stopping at the bar to get a drink.
Looking around, I spotted Harvey sitting at a table near the back. He was alone for the moment, reading a file, so I took my chance and carried my glass over.
“May I join you?” I asked.
He looked up with a smile. “Of course you may.”
I sat down beside him, nosily looking over his file. “Do you often bring your work to clubs? Don’t you ever get disturbed?”
“Only this one. The talking and the music seems to help me think.” He closed it, placing it in his briefcase as he laughed a little. “This is the same table I come to at least three times a week, and the only person who has disturbed me in the past year is a nosy, but beautiful ex-girlfriend.”
“You could have said no.” I rested my arms on the table.
“But then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of your company.” He ruffled my hair. “Did you come here to see me?”
I shook my head. “Not specifically. Bruce stood me up because there was a work emergency and I needed something to do. Seems like there’s a lot of work issues recently.”
He took a sip of his drink, giving me a thoughtful look. I realised straight away what he was thinking, and blushed.
“And I realise now that’s basically what I did to you.” I bit my lip. “I’m sorry, you should have been my priority when we were dating.”
“If I was still mad at you, I wouldn’t have asked you to dance at the charity ball.” He looked out at the other people around. “It’s in the past, but I appreciate the apology.”
I had some of my drink, then rested my head in my hands. “I never wanted to hurt you, Harvey. I just didn’t know what I actually wanted.”
“I’ll admit that I was jealous of how close the two of you were.” He touched my hand. “But I don’t think you and I ever would have worked, even if you had made me a priority, simply because you will always be closer to him.” Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You deserve someone who will make you a priority too.”
“So what do I do?”
“You fight for as long as you can, if you think he’s worth it.” He hesitated. “That’s what I did…”
I looked at him, caught between the hurt I felt when he dumped me, and the tremendous guilt I was feeling now that I realised how badly I’d hurt him. “Thank you. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“Any time. I don’t know if you want more advice, but I think you should fight for him.” He leaned against the back of the booth, flipping a coin back and forth across his knuckles. “Even after ten years of separation, he still looks at you the same way he used to. The two of you seem to just work together. So fight for him, Eve.”
“I will.” I stood up. “I’m sorry for everything, but thank you for still being my friend.”
He nodded. “Just because we don’t work as a couple, doesn’t mean we weren’t good friends. I’m here whenever you need me.”
I could have hung around and had some more to drink, but he was right. If I wanted things with Bruce to work, I needed to fight for him. But first, I needed to know whether he would make me a priority.
I walked back to my apartment, feeling a little silly for getting dressed up to only be there for a few minutes. Thoughts were swirling around in my head, and I tried to put them together.
Locking my door, I leaned against it and pulled out my phone to text Bruce.
I know you’re busy with the emergency, so you don’t need to answer right now. Could you make time for me tomorrow night? I really want to see you. No expectations, I just miss you.
Stripping my clothes off, I changed into a singlet and some shorts. It was turning out to be a warm night, and I wanted to stay cool through it.
After eating some leftover pasta, I lay on my bed just listening to music. I was almost asleep when my phone buzzed with a message.
I’ll be there at 7. I promise.
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