A low moan escaped from underneath the covers of the Riddler's bed, a woman in her early thirties unwound herself from the sheets. She stretched her sore limbs and squinted up towards the window beside her, it couldn't have been past seven. That was odd; she hardly ever woke before noon unless she had to, or unless she had... A disgusted look crossed her face. Did she... with the Riddler? No, she wasn't stupid enough to actually sleep with him. Turning to her left, she could see Edward's sleeping form from underneath the blanket, so apparently she was that stupid.

"Oh, god," she whispered to herself, remembering exactly what happened. Why, why, why hadn't there been any liquor in his fridge? At least it would have given her some excuse. She didn't want this to get out, Eva Torrez may be a thief, a murderer, a person who will burn down a building on a whim, but she was in no way a slut.

"Okay, I need to figure out something," There was no way she was just going to sit and wait for Edward to wake up and find her like this. Oh yeah, that's a pretty sight, a half-naked Riddler with a smirk on his face. She could practically hear his snide remarks and questions. It made her want to throw up.

At a slight bit of movement from beside her, she leapt from the bed and rolled onto the floor. This only made her feel worse about herself, hiding under the bed like… like a loose woman who slept with a married man.

She took her discarded clothing, that skimpy Riddler girl outfit she made for him. Now, it felt like a disgusting piece of lingerie, regardless, they were the only clothes she had at the time. She crawled around the bed to get to the door on the other side. In a moment of weakness, she looked toward the Riddler, and saw the slight smirk on his sleeping face. Even in his sleep, he was cocky.

Even when she got behind the bedroom door, a nagging voice ate at her. 'So you're just going to leave? Are you scared because you slept with him or because you liked it? That's what you wanted anyway, his annoying ego back, right? So go ahead, hit it and quit it like the immoral woman you're parents raised you to be.'

Despite everything that Eva had done, all the illegal and sinful things she's done, one thing she prided herself in was that she wasn't a whore. Commitment was one of the few lessons about life that she took from her parents that was actually considered good. That wasn't to say she never slept with any man, just that she was more of a tease than anything. Swallowing her pride, she willed herself to do something she really didn't want to.

There were many words that could describe the Riddler, arrogant, annoying, egotistical, but there was one thing that no one called him. A light sleeper. Even after all the years of crime, or maybe even because of them, he could still sleep through the loudest of riots. Which is why he wasn't surprised when he woke up alone in his bed.

Eva wasn't the reliable type, she was often very flighty, but he didn't mind. Edward himself was not committed to anything but his riddles, so a woman constantly clinging at his arm, though appreciated, would usually become a nuisance after a while. Better to have the undependable Eva, than an annoyingly dependant henchgirl.

He hadn't figured that she'd leave so early though; in fact he had come up with a likely scenario for the encounter he had last night. After the act that he had put on last night (because his mind would not admit to actually weakness) he had expected her to react a certain way.

First she would awaken beside the Riddler a confused express on her face. Then, she would begin to yell and scream until she woke him up. At that moment, he would use her inappropriate actions last night, and there were a lot, as leverage over her. He would continue to use Eva as his accomplice and he would've had an interesting night with her too. A double win. But having just the latter wasn't too bad neither.

He wondered though, where she could've gone. She had mentioned a hideout somewhere, but there was little chance of him finding it. Oh, well, he wasn't one to dwell on the disposable details. He really didn't need her for anything soon, and by then she'll probably calm down.

He got out of bed, not really concerned about his lack of clothing, and made his way to the bathroom. To his slight surprise, there was a note taped to the mirror. His name was written in a script that almost seemed purposely messy on the front of a folded piece of paper. He could tell it was from Eva just by the way she dotted her i's, with a long dash to the upper left.

I don't want you to think of me as the kind of woman who goes out and does... that regularly, or as someone who just walks out on a one night stand without a word at two a.m. So I'll tell you, I'm going to leave Gotham for a while, maybe go to a quiet community. I've always wanted to be an actress, maybe I'll work at a theater in New York, meet an agent. At the moment, I just want to get out of here.

Eva

This letter was certainly written by Eva, but there was no way it could have been the message she wanted to leave for him. She hated the quiet and would never move from Gotham, this was where her parents' graves were. When he looked back to where the letter had been taped there was also a tiny strip of paper there. A fortune cookie paper.

When one door closes another one opens

He chuckled; it was amusing really, Eva's attempts to be vague. When he turned it over he read aloud his "lucky numbers".

"73 8 67 10 47 56 69 76 37 38."

I hadn't really expected to write a follow up, but the idea of writing the morning after was too enticing. I might just keep adding on to it whenever I feel like it, so the story will continue to be 'complete' but there will be updates every once in a while.