AN: Thanks to my lone reviewers for the last chapter...ya'll rock!! Also, I'm not as pleased with this chapter as I really would have liked to have been, but seeing as how spring break is around the corner, I wanted to post something for those of you who are enjoying the story, since I will out of town most of the week. Yay!!! So yeah, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Begins or any Batman related character. I don't know how you would classify Eva, but if it came down to it, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't own her either...I don't know.

Standing outside Wayne Tower looking up, Eva felt a shrill of excitement lightly jumping from nerve ending to nerve ending. This building was massive; quite a bit larger than any she had walked into that day. Looking all the way up, she found herself trying to count all the way to the 40th floor. She gave up some where around the 25th. The view, she thought, must be spectacular from the top. Gathering her nerve, Eva walked to the entrance of the building and slowly pulled open one of the glass doors that encased almost the whole ground floor. The lobby area was quite impressive; granite floors, beautifully gothic crown molding; mahogany front desk. Eva realized that this was one of the most beautiful lobbies she had probably ever walked through; she wasn't sure which member of the Wayne family was responsible for the elaborate detail, but it was obvious that whoever had designed it took great care and pride and in doing so. That made her half-way glad. It had been a while since she had noticed any pride or care being taken in the city of Gotham.

Looking around, the slender brunette was unsure of where to go--the lobby was not only lavishly decorated, but it was intricately designed, as well. The glass doors seemed to encase at least half of what she was able to see of the first floor. Off, kind of diagonal, to her left was the main desk made of mahogany. To her right was a lavish sitting area with, what appeared to be, a mini restaurant closer to the back of said area. Straight ahead was a beautiful fountain, which amid it's beauty, seemed a bit offset in the area. It was almost as if the building had three different personalities. A business personality (the front desk), a playful personality (the restaurant), and a more serene, utopian feel (the fountain). There was more to be seen beyond the fountain, but Eva was unable to obtain a clear view. She started out on her trek to find an elevator when she was abruptly stopped by a rather large, intimidating figure in a security guard uniform. He was holding some sort of electronic device in one hand and holding his other hand out to stop her.

"Identification, please." The man even had an intimidating voice: deep and smooth, but not to be messed with. Eva glared at him for a moment, obviously a little unnerved by the sudden intrusion from her "utopian" thoughts. The man, whose name tag read "Gus", just stared back at her. Oh, right, her ID. She opened up her black hand bag and searched through it until she found her wallet. Pulling the wallet open and flopping the ID holder down to show Gus, she became instantly aware of the hustle and bustle around her. There was so much going on. A couple of men and women were standing by an ivory striped couch discussing something very animatedly, and eliciting the boisterous laughter of the partakers. A few people were draped around the fountain on cell phones or just admiring the beauty. A great many people were loitering by the front desk, doing nothing in particular except look really busy, but she could tell they weren't. And then, of course, you had the constant flow of people in and out of the building.

"Could you please remove the Identification Card from your wallet, ma'am?" Once again, Eva was snapped back to her present situation.

"Oh, right, sorry." She grasped the ID holder and pulled the card out from it's cradle. Gus smiled at her.

"First time inside Wayne Tower?" Eva looked up at him, wondering if he stopped everyone or if she was just looking especially suspicious that day.

"Yes, it is. I never realized how huge this building was--is." Gus swiped her card through his machine.

"If you think this is overwhelming, just wait 'til you see the rest of the building." Beeping could be heard from the machine and Gus began to read the information provided by the electronic device. She wondered what type of machine it was when a certain man caught her attention. He was standing by the fountain, staring at her. The man was quite a bit of distance from her, but she could see the dark glow of his blue eyes. He smiled at her and she returned the gestured, then looked back at Gus.

"So what brings you to the Tower today, Miss Gordon?" Gus said as he handed the card back to Eva.

"Job interview with Annette." She replaced everything in her purse as Gus stepped aside to let her proceed on her way. She assumed everything checked out, since he was letting her pass.

"Ah, Annette. She's a sweet lady." That made Eva smile. Who knew such an intimidating man could be such a teddy bear? "Good luck, Miss Gordon."

"Thanks." She murmured while walking away. Now to find an elevator. Looking back towards the fountain, Eva noticed the man who had been staring at her was gone. Oh well, tel est qui.

She walked around the front desk and rounded the corner. If they weren't in plain sight, then they weren't far away. Her theory was correct. On the other side of the mahongany front desk were the elevators, all done in mahogany wood as well. She pressed the button and waited with several other people for the elevator. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Eva noticed the fountain. She was going to have to check that out with a closer view when she finished the interview. The elevator dinged twice, announcing it's arrival to the ground floor, opened it's heavy doors, and waited patiently for it occupants to step out before more filled it's space. Eva stepped onto the elevator and watched as several more people filtered in after her. The size of the compartment was huge, she had no doubt it could hold all of the people, the air inside was just so close.

"Which floor?" She heard a man question her.

"40th, please. Thank-you." The man, probably in his mid to late 50s, nodded to her and then turned to face the front of the elevator. He was also dressed in a nicely pressed, expensive suit. In fact, as the elevator was taking them up, she noticed that everyone sharing the space with her was dressed expensively. She looked down at her own dress. It wasn't shabby, a white with blue stripes short-sleeved shirt-dress; but it definitely wasn't the look of Wayne Tower. It was one of her 'I just graduated college and I deserve a nice treat' splurge items. Well, not really a splurge item; she knew she was going to need nice clothes to job hunt it, but the dress still functioned as a casual dress, which made her realize that it probably wasn't appropriate to wear to work in an office in Wayne Tower. So she would have to do some light shopping.

One by one, the occupants arrived at their destined floors and exited the elevator. At the 30th floor, a rather intense looking woman stepped off, leaving Eva by herself. She wondered what would happen if the elevator cord suddenly snapped in two and she was sent plummeting to the ground. Would she survive the fall? Not likely. Maybe the elevator had special receptors on it that would stop such an occurrence; those were an expensive investment, but she had read about Queen Industries installing them on their elevators when she lived in Metropolis. Or, she thought, Batman would save her. Eva giggled at that thought. Her father had told her all about the elusive Batman and at first, she felt as if her father was having some sort of mid-life psychotic break. Then he pulled out several newspaper clippings and pictures detailing the now infamous bat. She then figured, her father wasn't the one having a psychotic break. Who dressed up as a bat? Why dress up as a bat? Her father seemed to trust him (her mother didn't really say much on the subject when asked), but it just seemed a very crazy thing to do. She supposed she would just have to wait and see about this bat character on her own. If her father trusted him, then he couldn't be that bad. Reading the articles supplied to her by her dad, she learned about how he had served up a few crime-bosses and organized crime leaders. That was commendable. Thinking more about it, though, Eva realized she just didn't get it. Why not just join the police force? Why become a vigilante? Why the elaborate get-up? What would be so important that someone would have to go to such great lengths to hide it?

Still concentrating on the psyche of the Big Bat, Eva felt the wave of the elevator as it came to a stop. She smoothed her hair and stepped off onto the 40th floor of Wayne Tower. Right off, one could tell that this floor wasn't as ornate as the lobby floor, but Eva thought the flow was much better up here. It seemed to have an open, airy, inviting feel. Still, obviously, a busy place, the atmosphere was a little less dramatic, and a lot more comfortable; and the windows...they were everywhere! Eva caught sight of the main desk, with whom she assumed was "Glenda" sitting behind it. Glenda caught sight of her as she approached the desk.

"Hello. How may I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview with Annette." Glenda scrolled through something on her computer then looked up at Eva with a smile.

"Can you confirm the name?"

"Eva Gordon."

"Alright, Miss Gordon." Glenda stood up and pointed her finger to the left of Eva. "Walk all the way down that way. It will be the very last office on the left."

Eva thanked the middle-aged woman, then turned and walked down the hall. She saw that the hall opened up into a rather large cubicle area with at least 20 or 30 cubicles filling the space. Beyond those were smaller offices with windows beaming through at every other office. At the end of the hall was also a window which allowed a pretty decent view of the city. Reaching the end of the hall, Eva turned to enter in the office that Glenda had directed her to, then stopped before she ever even got through the door.

AN2: Yeah, it's a short chapter this go around. Something about it just doesn't flow well with me. I may go back and rewrite it later. I don't know. My brain isn't functioning properly after 4 tests, a final, and a lab practical...