Disclaimer- I, of course, do not own Batman Begins or Dark Knight or Fullmetal Alchemist.

A.N. Sorry if this is a little short, I'll try to make the next one's longer.

Where was he? Greed's skull pounded unpleasantly, and his hands shook as he lifted his hands to touch his head. A sticky, thick substance clung to his fingers, and he brought it before his eyes to examine. Blood. The pain in his head increased tenfold and he bit back of scream of pain and confusion. Why wasn't it healing? Had Father done something to him? Had that kid- Ling? He thought back, and it was something of a struggle, for his thoughts were indistinct and hazy around the edges. He remembered betraying Father a third time- turning his body into the weakest of charcoals using his powers of carbonization that Father himself had granted him. He remembered Father's fury, though Father had purged himself of Wrath, Father ripping him away. He remembered the faces- Ed and Ling and the rest of them. He remembered wanting them, a moment of unbearable greed, wanting friends. And getting them. Then he remembered a light, a big, blue light that surged through his rapidly decaying body, simultaneously consuming the world around him. A sensation of falling- only for a second- and hitting his head against what he presumed to be ground.

Greed closed his eyes. His head throbbed, but not quite a badly now as before. His eyelids seemed to weigh a hundred tons. Before he lapsed into unconsciousness, Greed heard a faint tapping sound on the ground in front of him, growing steadily louder. He managed to tear his eyelids open for a split second. A pair of homunculus purple eyes swam in front of him, blurring even as he watched.

"Well, well," came a familiar voice, cool and melodic. "Envy told me you'd had a new form," Lust continued, her voice distorting, warping as if she were speaking through a mouthful of water, "I didn't expect it to be the one you wore here, though." And then Greed closed his eyes, and unconsciousness took him over.

He awoke again, and when he did, the pain in his head was gone, but his limbs felt heavy, his body hot and sweaty. A fever. Though Greed, as a homunculus had no memory of such a thing, Ling had had several. He recalled taunting Ling for his fragile human immune system, laughing the sicknesses that had once infested Ling's body. Ironic. Testing himself, he focused on drawing his shield around his hand, and was gratified and relieved when he felt his fingers transform into diamond-hard claws.

The effort of using his shield in his weakened state stunned him, and he felt his shield drop, his hand becoming soft and human once again. Human. Was that why he couldn't heal? Was he mortal? Was that Father's final punishment on his traitorous homunculi? Making him human, stealing away his cherished immortal form, trapping him in breakable flesh and a weak body?

Greed chose not to think on it. Instead, he tried to open his eyes, bit by bit. It was hard at first, but Greed was rewarded by his progress by a fuzzy kaleidoscope of color which gradually solidified into a more tangible picture. Closest to his eyes was red; it lay beside his cheek and sloped steadily downwards. By the rough texture beneath him, Greed presumed he was lying on some sort of sofa, or an especially long chair. In the same room, directly in front of him, was a thick carpet, and a white table decorated with a mess of- Greed smiled in spite of himself- ladies magazines. There was a small opening where a door should have been a few yards away, and beyond that, a small white kitchen. Two people- he couldn't see their faces- sat on the table, seemingly oblivious to Greed. There was a small burst of static, and a self-assured male voice began talking. Greed assumed the people in the kitchen were listening to a radio.

"-City still mourning the loss of D.A. Harvey Dent, presumably killed by the Batman in a-" The man's voice abruptly vanished. A sigh came from the kitchen.

"You knew him, didn't you, Lust?"

Greed froze. Lust! Wasn't she dead? Had she been the one to do this to him? He doubted it. However, there was no telling what Lust might do to him, now that he was a weakened human, at her mercy. And that other voice… it was feminine and young, with a playful cadence. It sounded almost like the voice of Envy's favorite form… but… Envy was dead. Wasn't he?

"That's right. It's a shame too," Lust noted, although Greed thought she didn't seem to down. She continued, "He was certainly brave- especially for a human."

"It really is too bad," Envy replied gleefully. He gave a short, maniac laugh. A soft thud. Then- "Ow! Lust! Hey!"

Resisting the urge to snicker at Envy's predicament, Greed instead wondered what he was doing here. Two of his homunculus siblings- ones he believed dead- now had their traitor brother with them in a form that was highly susceptible to damage and pain. Did they mean to keep him here to torture him? Greed moaned. Both people turned around.

Two graceful, slender bodies, and two sets of purple eyes stared at him. It was Envy and Lust. No doubt about it. They both wore different outfits then their typical black clothes. Lust's hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a dark grey suit and skirt. Envy had abandoned his usual flamboyant garments in favor of a colorful shirt and pale blue pants- but Greed would have recognized his brother and sister anywhere. But… he focused in on Lust. Where her Oroborus tattoo had once sat, now lay only pale flesh. And their eyes…. Although the purple hue had remained unchanged, their pupils, formerly as slanted as cats, were now round and human. Confusion flooded through Greed's illness-poisoned blood like a surge of electricity.

Lust walked through the doorway, stopping in front of the table, and gestured for Envy.

Dancing forward, Envy flashed a wicked smile in Greed's direction. "Looking well, Greed," Envy leered.

"Looking alive," Greed managed, though his throat felt tight and his words came out rough and hoarse. "Thought you two were supposed to be dead."

Envy's eyes tightened. "Wouldn't you like that?" he snapped.

"As a matter of fact-" Greed began.

"Be quiet." Lust commanded. She reached over and pressed her hand- ungloved for once, and wonderfully cool- to Greed brow. "Still feverish," she murmured, glaring dangerously at Greed's forehead.

"Don't worry, Lust," Envy reassured her, "We all got fevers after coming through."

"Coming through where?" Greed growled.

Lust ignored him, and picked up a thin, oddly shaped white device capped with silver. Was it a type of torture device? "Open your mouth," she ordered.

Well, if they were going to torture him, Greed certainly wasn't going to make it easy on their parts. He clamped his mouth shut, and Lust sighed, sounding exasperated. She yanked his jaw down- tired and sick as Greed was- he was no match for her, and stuck the item in her hand under his tongue. She forced his mouth shut, and said "Keep it under your tongue."

With a feeling of irritated defeat, Greed obeyed, and noticed with relief that- although the device was uncomfortable- it was hardly painful. After a few second- much to his surprise- the device beeped and Lust yanked it out.

"Your fever's gone down, but it's still above normal," she told him. She set the odd machine down on the table, and Greed watched both it and his homunculus siblings warily.

Lust sighed again, and checked her watch. "I don't have time for this," she informed Envy, "I have to get to work. As it is, I'm probably going to be late."

Envy shrugged, then turned and smiled maliciously at Greed's obvious bewilderment. "Confused?" he taunted.

Lust stared hard at Envy for a second. "Can I trust you won't do anything rash?" she asked him.

A moment of hesitation, then Envy rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure."

"Good." Lust began walking out of the room. Once in the kitchen, though, she twisted around. "And Envy?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't keep him in the dark. Answer any questions. Honestly."

"Whatever," Envy mumbled.

Lust grabbed a briefcase from the table and exited from Greed's line of sight. A moment later, he heard the distinctive sound of a door clicking shut. He was all alone with Envy, his most sadistic brother.