Red Lips, Dark Hearts

BY : AsylumWritings
Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman
Dragon prints: 64
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.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence. Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

I was half asleep, barely able to keep my eyes open, when Bruce came in. He slid under the sheet, wrapping his arm around me and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was nearly four am, later than he usually came back.

“Mmm, welcome back.” I whispered, rolling over to face him.

He lay on his back, and I moved closer, resting my head on his chest. Noticing a new bruise on his skin, I softly traced it with my fingers.

“Was it bad out there tonight?” I asked. “Are you alright?”

“Not too bad. It’s definitely been worse.” He played with my hair, his fingers softly drifting through it. “I’m fine, just a little sore.”

I looked up at him, concerned. “Promise me you’ll be careful. I’ve only had you back for a couple of months now, I don’t want to lose you again.”

He pushed me into my back, rolling onto his side and pressing a kiss to my chest above my crop top. “I promise I’ll always come back to you, Eve. Always.”

“I love you, so much.” I softly touched his cheek. “And I’m always going to worry about you when you’re out there.”

“Do you wish you could go back to before you found out?” He asked, tracing circles on my bare stomach.

I shook my head. “Definitely not. I’d rather know where you are, than think you’re lying or hiding something from me. I’m getting used to you being out there, but I don’t think that the worry will ever go away.”

He kissed me, his hand drifting up and down my thigh. “I need you to cover for me at the arts awards dinner tonight.”

“Sure. Are we going with the business trip excuse?” I laughed. “Or have we been using that too much recently?”

“I think we can get a little more use out of it. Tell them I’m in Metropolis if they ask.”

I curled up against him. “Will do. Can I go back to sleep now? Or are you planning on keeping me up longer?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Go to sleep.”


I stepped out of the car, handing my keys to the valet before walking into the theatre. Now that the novelty of being back in Gotham had wound down, I could get past the press a little faster and without being hounded as much. 

Standing in front of the seating chart, I jumped when I felt someone touch my arm. I turned to find Harvey beside me.

“Is Bruce not coming tonight?” He asked.

I shook my head. “Unfortunately not. He had to go to Metropolis on business.”

“Too bad. Still, at least I get you to myself for the night.” He held out his arm to me. “May I escort you to our table?”

“You may.” I laughed, resting my hand in the crook of his elbow.

We wandered over to the table, where a couple of people I recognised were seated. Deputy Mayor Anthony Garcia, and his wife Lily were across from us. I wasn’t surprised to hear that they’d gotten married. I’d known Lily since high school and she always said she would marry someone like the deputy mayor or mayor. Anthony was three years above us, and someone we’d both had a crush on.

“Eva, you look amazing! It’s so good to see you.” She stood up, walking around the table to hug me.

“You too, Lily.” I hugged her tightly, then we all sat down.

“Is Bruce not joining us tonight?” Anthony asked.

“No, he was called away on business. He sends his apologies and regrets that he can’t be here.” I no longer knew if it was good or bad how easily I could lie, even though it was how I was raised.

We quietened down as the awards started, and I found my mind drifting. I wasn’t there to present an award, nor to receive one, just there to be supportive, so it didn’t matter too much if my thoughts were elsewhere.

I was feeling a little conflicted, if I was being honest with myself. I loved Bruce, and I knew I wanted to be with him, but I didn’t know if I could keep going to all these events without him, and covering for him all the time. I wanted him there, beside me. But this was the life I’d chosen, and that meant dealing with all his choices as well.

It made me wonder where any of this could go. What would life be like in a few years, in ten years? Would it be too risky to get married or have kids?

I shook myself out of my thoughts, realising that I’d been running on autopilot for the entire awards ceremony. Clapping along with the others, I hoped that no one noticed me zoning out for nearly half an hour.

“Now that the formalities are over, Eve, may I have a dance?” Harvey asked.

I nodded. “Sure.”

Taking his hand, I let him lead me over to the dance floor. We moved with the music, slowly stepping around the floor with the other couples.

“How is your charity work going? Do you know what you want to do yet?” He asked, holding me close. “I know your mother was involved in a lot.”

“I want to open a home for girls.” I replied. “It’s more planning than I realised, which is why it hasn’t been announced yet, but I’m getting there. I’m working on a fundraising event right now, which I’ll be sending invites out for soon.”

“If there’s anything I can do to help, you’ll tell me right? I seem to be pretty good at talking these people into giving up money.”

I laughed. “I can hardly say no to that. I was planning on inviting you anyway, since you’re a good friend and I could use the support.”

He twirled me around, then pulled me back in. “You know I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

“Will you let me in on how your case against Carmine Falcone is going?” I asked.

He studied my face for a moment. “Are you asking out of concern for me or because you think that I might be coming after you for your little blackmailing stunt?”

My eyes went wide, and I felt my whole body tense up. “I…”

“Relax, Eve. I’m the only one who knows, and I’m hardly going to come after you, since I’m guessing you’re the one who gave the police all of Falcone’s financial information.”

I nodded, still not entirely relaxed again yet. “I did what I had to in order to keep myself safe.”

“You did me a huge favour. Made my work a lot easier.” He gently squeezed my hand. “He tried to throw you under the bus, but no one believed him, and all the evidence he gave me to prove it was accidentally misplaced. No one is coming after you, I promise.”

“Thank you. I really do appreciate it.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”


I pushed open my bedroom door, feeling a little worse for wear. I’d only had two drinks, but the late nights seemed to be getting to me. The light was on, and I was surprised to see Bruce sitting on my bed. 

“You’re back early. Have you been waiting long?” I walked past him, hesitating when I suddenly felt like I was about to throw up. I ran into the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet for a moment.

“Are you alright?” He asked, crouching down beside me.

I took a deep breath, then nodded. “I must be coming down with something, because I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days.”

He pressed his hand to my forehead. “You are a bit warm. Get changed and into bed, I’ll get you a glass of water and a cool compress.”

I did as I was told, pulling on a crop top and some shorts, then climbing under the sheet. He returned a few minutes later, placing a cool cloth on my forehead and a glass on the bedside table.

“I don’t want you to get sick.” I whispered, closing my eyes as he lay down behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I’ve been sharing a bed with you nearly every night for weeks now, if I’m going to get sick, it’s a little late to worry about it now.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I was so tired, but I wanted to stay awake a little longer. It wasn’t every night that he was home before I went to bed, and I just wanted to talk a little.

“I missed you tonight.” I whispered, tracing his fingers with mine.

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t easy for you.” He squeezed me gently against him.

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t change anything, because I love you, but it’s hard to be the face of our relationship and go to these events alone.”

“What can I do?”

Rolling over to look at him, I softly ran my fingers over his bare chest. “You’re already doing it. I can deal with out there, as long as I still have you here.”

“I love you.” He brushed my hair from my face. “I’ll always be here.”

I yawned, struggling to keep my eyes open. He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Go to sleep, Eve. You’ll feel better in the morning.”



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