She woke up with a panic, in a hospital bed and gown, in a large dark, damp cavern. She got up quickly, tearing out the IV filled with -who cares what- and making her eyes adjust to the dark. Where was Mary. She couldn't feel her near. Fear made her throat and chest tight. She had to find her they couldn't be apart if they were apart and they found her-
"Evelyn?" a man asked from behind, and she spun around to face him, wind swirling at her feet prepared to either flee or attack. He took a step back, giving her space. He put up his hands as well, making himself as non-threatening as someone in black armor, cape and eared cowl can possibly hope to make himself. "Evelyn, you are in the batcave, your sister Mary is upstairs sleeping. You're both safe here."
The night's events came back to her, and she remembered what she had told them.
"How long was I out?"
"About two hours."
"More than enough time," she thought.
"You need more rest," Batman continued, "I'll get you another IV." He turned away.
"That won't be necessary."
He paused and looked at her.
"Why not?"
"I'm fine now. Mary and I can leave."
The man sighed.
"Even if you've healed, you're going to need to sleep. Just stay here a while longer." She was silent. "Agent A will be down here with breakfast when you wake up again. Please do not go anywhere." With that, he left, and she stayed.
But she didn't stay in the cave. She followed up the stairs, floating on silent air, waiting until about an hour later when she could feel that he was somewhere else, nowhere near where the door at the top of the stone steps lead to. She opened it, air molecules cushioning hinges so nothing made a sound. It lead to a work room, office sort of place. Curious, she looked at the papers scattered in a semi-organised fashion on the desk. Her eyes widened at the signatures. This meant nothing good for her.