Years later, Eve and Fidget had become very close friends…and more than just friends. They dated, they went out to eat, they sipped soda, they went out for walks in the moonlight, comforted each other when the situation called for it, and slept next to each other above the rum barrel. When it came to following Ratigan's orders, they were each given different tasks. In Fidget's case, stealing Olivia's father, uniforms for the diamond jubilee and the toymaker's daughter, Olivia Flaversham.
The night of the toymaker's kidnapping, which was the girl's birthday, Eve followed to confront her boyfriend, who was attacking the poor man. "Hey, break it up!" she shouted to Fidget.
Without seeing her, he pushed her down. She got up to see the look on the little girl's face, but not directly in the eyes. Her looks were pure and innocent to Eve's purple eyes. That captivating moment didn't last long. Fidget threw a chair where Olivia was peering out of, shutting her inside.
"Gotcha toymaker!" Fidget cackled evilly.
"Give it a rest, Fidget," Eve scolded.
Mr. Flaversham called to his daughter.
"Shh, it's me, Eve," Eve said softly.
"Nice to meet you, Eve," Mr. Flaversham replied, "I'm Mr. Flaversham and you are nicer than this other bat."
"Shut up, toymaker!" Fidget growled. "And Eve, don't baby him."
"Fidget, shh!" Eve shushed. Turning to Flaversham, she added warmly, "Don't mind him, my boyfriend can be very hard to get along with sometimes."
Fidget rolled his eyes in anger.
…
That night, Fidget and Eve brought Flaversham to Ratigan. "I'm sorry I have to do this," Eve told him sadly, then walked away with her boyfriend so that they could both take a nap.
"Wait!" Flaversham cried out to the bats.
"Good work, bats," Ratigan praised, "Now you, toymaker. Build this robot."
"Fidget, I thought we were…" Eve started to say.
"Eve, as soon as Ratigan is gone as in 'gone gone', we'll be out of his clutches like I promised," Fidget promised.
She knew what he meant. "Okay," she sighed.
"Let's get some sleep." And he climbed up the barrel. Eve scrambled up after him and he lovingly took her by the arm.
…
Hours later after threatening Flaversham and the toymaker's daughter's life if he hadn't finished the robot in time for the queen's diamond jubilee, it was time for Ratigan to wake up the bats, who were asleep above the barrel. "Fidget? Eve?"
They stayed sleeping.
"Fidget! Eve!" he roared impatiently, which alerted the two.
When they were up, he handed Fidget the list. Ratigan hated anyone making mistakes when he couldn't admit his.
Eve watched as her boyfriend read the list just to get him fired up for the night and heard her boss shout, "Now, Fidget!"
Fidget, very flustered, shouted back, "I'm going!" three times in a row.
Eve couldn't help but laugh, thinking her own boss deserved it. She stopped laughing, fearing what he'll do to her next.
"Eve," Ratigan said, taking her by the hand in courtesy, "I have a job for you."
"What is it, Professor Ratigan?" Eve asked.
"Don't be ridiculous," Ratigan chuckled wickedly. "What I would like you to do is knock Basil dead.
This caught Eve off-guard, thinking this meant kill the detective. "What?"
"Because there is an I in Basil, instead of the word team. Catch my drift?"
"Yes," Eve said, agreeing with his plan, "It shall be done."
"Run along now. Your boyfriend must be waiting." Then, stopped her for just a moment. "Eve, you look beautiful tonight in the moonlight and you'll look just as beautiful tomorrow for the jubilee."
"Yes, thanks Professor, I'll be on my way!" Eve said as she opened up the sewer door and slid down after her love.
