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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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Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind. Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
I woke around mid-morning, the sun shining right in my face. Rolling over, I found that I was alone in the bed. A note was sitting on the bedside table, and I picked it up.
I’m so sorry, I had to run. I tried to wake you to say goodbye but you were insistent on staying asleep. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Love Bruce.
Frustrated, I crumpled up the note and threw it aside. He’d just promised me to try harder, but he’d snuck out like I was just a one night stand.
I was angry and hurt, feeling like I was just a doll being tossed aside when I’d put out. It was probably irrational, but I’d never been very good at convincing myself I was being silly about something.
In an attempt to calm myself down, I reached under the bed for my box of photos. An obsession with polaroid cameras in my late teens - young adult years meant I had hundreds of physical photos around.
I flipped through a few of them, until I came across a batch that I’d taken with Bruce. It was from my 21st birthday, a month or so after Harvey had dumped me. We were out at a club with some of our other friends, and I looked genuinely happy.
It was hard to stay angry at Bruce, even though I was hurting. Maybe I was being unfair to him. I’d just waltzed back into town and changed everything for him. It wasn’t really okay for me to expect him to always be available for me.
I dropped a few more photos back in the box, ready to put them away, when another one caught my eye. It was of me, standing on the balcony at my apartment. I was wearing a long red dress, and the photo was framed beautifully.
I remembered that day. Bruce and I were heading out to a dinner, and he’d snapped that photo while we waited for the driver. I had no idea he’d even picked up the camera, so I was surprised when I realised he took a photo. It quickly became one of my favourite, though I couldn’t tell whether it was because I looked beautiful or because it showed me the way Bruce saw me.
I put the rest of the photos away, leaving that one in the top drawer of my bedside table. I could throw the rest in the trash, as long as I had that one. And that was when I realised that there was no point being upset over Bruce leaving, because I somehow knew he was always going to come back to me.
At that moment, my phone began to ring. When I saw it was him, I answered straight away.
“I’m so sorry that I left this morning.” He sounded a little stressed. “You must be upset and angry.”
I took a breath, staying calm as I decided not to tell him what I was feeling when I woke up. “I’m not. It’s alright, Bruce. I was just worried when I woke up and you weren’t here.”
“I did try to wake you, but you punched me.” He laughed.
“I’m pretty protective of my sleep, sorry.” I blushed. “I have a lot to do today, but will you call me tonight?”
“Definitely. I’ll talk to you then.” He hung up.
I sat by the fire, reading my book as Bruce took a nap on the couch. We’d gotten up early to watch the sun rise from a nearby hill, and he was exhausted by mid-afternoon. I’d been reading for just over an hour when I heard him start to toss and turn. Dropping my book on the floor, I walked over to him, kneeling in front of the couch.
“Mum… Dad…” He mumbled.
“Bruce, wake up.” I softly squeezed his arm. “You’re having a nightmare.”
He tumbled off the couch, nearly landing in my lap. Sitting up with a gasp, he looked around with fear in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” I whispered, not letting go.
“It felt so real.” He clung to my arm, still shaking. “I watched them die again.”
I almost cried for him. He was twenty, nearly eight years after his parents’ murder, but it was still plaguing him. I could feel his body shaking as he panicked.
“Take a deep breath. You’re going to get through this.” I comforted him.
It took a few minutes, but eventually his breathing returned to normal and the shaking stopped.
“I’m sorry.” He looked at me apologetically. “You shouldn’t have to help me through this.”
I shook my head. “You’re my best friend, Bruce. I don’t mind helping you.”
I drove slowly through the streets of Gotham, following the mayor’s car. It was a rainy summer night, and the sound of the drops hitting the roof of my car almost made me a little sleepy. If I got just a few more shots of him with his mystery woman, I would have enough to start working on him.
He stopped in front of a hotel, getting out with the young woman. I caught a few shots of him kissing her, then some of them walking inside. Finally ready to start, I drove to the warehouse.
I printed the rest of the photos, putting gloves on before I touched any of them. The GCPD weren’t the smartest, but it was best to take precautions when I could.
I put a couple in an envelope, adding a letter telling him to email me to arrange a meeting. I’d created a burner email, making sure it was untraceable. Addressing the envelope to his office, I sealed it up and stuck stamps to it. I was about to head out again when my phone buzzed with a message from Bruce.
Are you free tonight? I could bring dinner over?
I walked back to my car, sending him a message that said yes, and he was welcome to come over as long as he brought something nice for dinner.
There was a post box nearby that I knew didn’t have a camera trained on it, and I dropped off the envelope there on my way home. The drive home felt long, as I dealt with the giddiness of the job as well as the excitement of seeing Bruce again.
Once I got home, I quickly jumped through the shower and got dressed. I was just running a brush through my hair when there was a knock on the front door.
Even though we’d already slept together, I still felt so nervous about Bruce seeing me. It was as if I needed to look perfect still, even when I was just wearing a singlet and shorts.
Opening the door, I smiled when I saw that it was him.
“Come in!” I got out of his way, walking to the kitchen.
He followed me, placing the bag of food on the bench. When I turned to face him, he gently pulled me in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, softly biting his lower lip.
After a few moments like that, I broke the kiss off, taking a few deep breaths.
“Is that how you’re going to greet me every time I see you now?” I asked, holding him close. “Because if so, I’m going to have to invite you around more often.”
He laughed, sliding his left hand into the back pocket of my shorts. “I’m sure I can keep that greeting in mind. You are very kissable.”
“It’s the strawberry lip gloss, isn’t it?” I kissed him again.
He took hold of my face, his fingers gently digging into my cheeks. I blushed as he ran his tongue over my top lip.
“The lip gloss does taste good, but I don’t think that’s it.” He traced my lips with his thumb, pausing in the centre of my bottom lip. “You know what, I think it might have something to do with how beautiful you are.”
I gave him a smile, taking his hand and holding it to my chest. “If you’re finished flattering me, can we eat? I’m starving.”
He kissed me one more time, then set about serving dinner. He’d brought pasta from one of my favourite restaurants, and it tasted so good. After dinner, we sat on the couch to talk.
“I’m sorry for leaving this morning.” He said quietly. “I expected you to be upset.”
“I was, for a little while. But then I found this.” I took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Opening the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled out the photo and handed it to him.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at it thoughtfully. I sat beside him, patiently waiting for him to speak.
“I remember taking this.” He said quietly. “I’d never seen you look so beautiful before.”
“It’s my favourite photo, out of all the ones I have. I used to think it was because I looked amazing in it. But now…” I hesitated.
He took my hand. “Now?”
“Now… I know that it’s my favourite because it shows me how you see me.” I played with the hem of my shorts. “Even when I changed myself to try and fit in better, you were the one who always saw me for who I really am.”
“I wanted you to see you the way I do, Eve.” He turned, gently kissing me.
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