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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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Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds. Rita Mae Brown, Riding Shotgun
I didn’t feel much better after sleeping for a few hours, and since I hadn’t heard from the hospital yet, I figured Harvey wasn’t awake yet. I wasn’t ready to go back, and I didn’t know how to deal with what had happened between Bruce and I.
After a shower, I threw on some clothes and walked out to my parents’ graves. I didn’t expect to find any answers there, but this wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Charlotte.
Sitting down on the cool grass, I realised I didn’t even know what to say. My life was an absolute mess, and I didn’t know how to fix it. I was still sitting in silence when I heard footsteps. Looking up, I watched as Bruce sat down in the grass beside me.
“I’m sorry. I should have been there for you.” He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knees. “I’m trying to do better, but it’s not easy.”
I looked away from him. “Am I even still a priority for you? Or is being Batman and having Catwoman fawning over you more important?”
“I…” He hesitated.
“You don’t even know, do you?” I stood up to walk away, but he took my hand to stop me.
“Wait, Eve.” He got up, not letting go of me yet. “How do I fix this?”
I wiped my tears from my eyes. “I don’t know. I am terrified that one day it will be me who’s in trouble, and you won’t be there. I love you, but I need to know that I can count on you. I need to know that I can call you and you’ll come find me if I’m in danger.”
“I don’t have an answer yet, but I’ll find a way for you to get onto me immediately if you’re in trouble. I promise.”
I placed my hands either side of his face, softly kissing him. “I love you, and I don’t want to lose you because of this. But I was really scared last night, and I had no one to turn to because you weren’t there.”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “I’m sorry, Eve. I should have been there, and I should already have a way to deal with this.”
“What you do,” I looked up at him. “It’s part of who you are now. And I wouldn’t take that from you. I don’t want to be the girlfriend who stops you from doing what’s important to you. I just want some reassurance that I’m just as important to you as this city.”
“I’ll work out an emergency system for you. I won’t leave you to deal with something on your own again.” He softly wiped a tear off my cheek. “Do you want me to come with you to the hospital?”
“No, I think I need some more sleep before I go back.” I stood on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”
I lurched out of bed, sprinting to the toilet. My stomach was all over the place, and it felt like everything inside it wanted to come out. I spent the next ten minutes on my knees, throwing up.
I hadn’t eaten anything that would cause me to feel so awful, so I didn’t know why it was happening. Something, I’m not sure what, possessed me to look back through the calendar on my phone. I hadn’t marked a period for two months.
That’s when it all made sense. The nausea, the hunger, the back and forth moodiness. I sat back against the wall, trying not to cry. I needed to be sure before I panicked.
“Miss Eva, are you alright?” Charlotte asked, walking in with a basket of clean clothes. She knelt down in beside me.
I shook my head. “I need you to do something for me, and I need it to be secret.”
“Of course. What do you need?”
“I need a pregnancy test.”
She looked taken aback for a moment, then nodded, handing me a tissue. “I’ll go now. Try not to worry, alright?”
“Thank you.” I wiped my eyes. “I would go myself, but people would notice.”
“It’s fine. This is what I’m here for, you know that.” She softly squeezed my arm. “I have a couple of things to do anyway, I’ll be back in an hour.”
I watched her leave, slowly making my way back to the bed. There was no way I could be pregnant. Not with everything else going on. Only a week or so ago, Bruce had basically told me there was no way we could make a family work, and now here I was suddenly dealing with the idea that we might be having one.
What would he even say if I told him? I knew we should have been more careful, but I was quickly realising that this was something I wanted, even if this wasn’t how I wanted it.
Trying to distract myself from the terrifying implications of what was happening inside me, I turned on the TV. The evening news was just starting, which seemed like just my luck, especially when I saw what the headlining story was.
“The victim of a brutal acid attack last night, Harvey Dent escaped Gotham Central Hospital after killing a nurse. The police have yet to find him, but urge people not to approach him if seen. Instead, call 911 and keep your distance.”
“Fuck…” I breathed.
Nothing in Gotham ever seemed to happen one at at time. It always was two or three things, and it was really stressful. I had a bad feeling that I was at least a partial source of Harvey’s anger, and that meant he might come for me.
I didn’t know why he’d gone off the rails but I was scared. Not just for myself, but for him too. He’d always been such a good friend to me, and I really cared about him, but now I’d lost him.
I sat there, staring at the TV in a kind of calm panic, until Charlotte returned. She handed me a small paper bag.
“Will you use it now?” She asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t think I’m ready to know yet. Knowing would mean… everything would change, and I don’t think I can handle that right now.”
“You have time, but don’t wait too long. Bruce deserves to know as well.”
“I know. I’ll do it soon. Just not today.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “I really don’t feel well.”
She nodded. “Just rest for now. I’ll go get you something to settle your stomach.”
I walked into the real estate office, holding my files under my arm. I hadn’t used the pregnancy test yet, but I’d put it out of my mind for the day. Having finally organised the building for the charity, I’d put a property manager in charge of renovating it and making sure it was ready.
“Eve, welcome back.” The receptionist stood as I entered. “Emily is waiting for you in her office.”
“Thank you. I’ll go straight through.” I walked to the office, stepping inside. Sitting down across the desk from Emily, I waited patiently for her to finish what she was writing.
“I have some great news for you.” She said, putting her pen down. “The plans for the home have been approved, and we’ll be starting renovations on Monday.”
I felt a smile sweep over my face. “Oh, that’s great! I’m glad that it’s going so well. I filled out everything you asked me to.”
She took the files from me. “Perfect. You’re doing something really good here, and I’m happy that you chose me to help.”
“I should be thanking you. Without your help, I would be completely lost.” I laughed. “What is the timeline looking like?”
“We’ve hired a big team, but still looking at four or five months because of the size of the building and what needs to be done. That’s less than our original estimate.”
I listened as she took me through what changes were being made, and the costs of everything. It didn’t matter too much how much it was, I could afford it, but it was still important to know, so that when I had my party to raise funds, I could give a goal.
“Once we’re most of the way through all the renovations, you should look at hiring a director. Someone who can help you with hiring other staff and all the logistics of running the charity.” She told me as we finished up. “It will make the whole process a lot easier on you.”
“Thank you for the advice. I do really appreciate it.” I shook her hand. “I’ll check in at the start of next month. Let me know if there’s anything more you need from me.”
“I’ll keep you posted.”
I drove straight home, silently debating if I was ready to do the test yet. Maybe I just didn’t want to know whether I was or not. I couldn’t keep putting it off, but I needed a little more time.
Bruce was out again, and with Harvey gone, it was just me alone for the night. I didn’t like the quiet anymore, it just seemed to unnerve me now, but there was no way I was going out. Even if I didn’t like it, I wasn’t about to put myself in danger out there.
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