Eve's eyes opened to see white. Faintly she could hear a study beeping from her side. For a moment she stared blindly at the ceiling as she tried to figure out where she was and what happened. Even fainter, Eve could hear people passing by her door, calls of doctors and nurses as they went about their daily job. The monitor started to beep a little faster and Eve realized that it was her heartbeat that the beeping was tracking.

"Jeeves? Are you there?" Eve asked weakly and fearfully as she tried to sit up but her muscle protested the action. It felt like she had been beaten all over her body. She heard a sound of someone moving near by and then a very reassuring sound of Jeeves letting out a loud snore. Eve sighed in relief. She could hear the chair creaking as Jeeves moved a little at the sound of her voice but didn't wake up.

"Jeeves?" Eve asked a little louder this time as she got into a sitting position. Jeeves mumbled but refused to wake. She frowned as she remembered how hard it was sometimes to wake Jeeves up… even worse when he was snoring.

'Jeeves! What the bloody hell happened and why am I in a freaking hospital gown?" Eve yelled on the top of her lungs, surprising herself for a moment at how loud she sounded after listening to the quieter sounds. He woke up with a yelp and nearly fell out of his chair as he looked around with alarm before realizing that Eve was sitting up and looking pissed.

"Eve! You're awake!" He laughed with joy as he grabbed her up in a bear hug and held her tightly that Eve let out a muffled squeak as all the air in her lungs went out and she felt her ribs creak.

"Jeeves! Let me go! You're suffocating me!" Eve protested in a muffled voice as she tried to push him away but couldn't.

"Oh, sorry." Jeeves meekly let her go and sat down in the chair again. "You scared the shit outta me. I thought you really were going to die." He said softly.

"I'm sorry." Eve said as she gently smoothed his hair. "What happened? I can't remember." Eve asked with a frown as she rubbed her forehead as she tried to remember but couldn't.

"You had a night terror or something like that. I woke up to you screaming your head off and I tired to wake up but I couldn't." Jeeves replied as he grasped his hands together. Eve sighed and ruffled his hair.

"Now I remember. By the way Jeeves, I really don't like hospital gowns. I mean, hello! There's a hole in the back and I can showcase my panties to the whole word… by the way, I'm not still wearing my red lace panties, am I? Eve asked as she squirmed around as she tried to figure it out herself.

"Eve."

"What?"

"I really didn't need to know about your red lace panties." Jeeves said with a teasing grin. "By the way, the answer to your question… yes."

"Oh well, at least I can show off my sexy little bottom." Eve replied with a wink before laughing. "So, when can we get outta this place?"


Bruce sighed again as he was at yet another party. He smiled at a young woman as she cast a flirting glace at him and smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw but he wasn't. It seemed like every woman in this place where blond, dizzy and sometimes very dumb. He never thought that there really was someone who could be a dumb blond… that is until he met her.

"You look a little bored." Bruce suddenly heard from his side, almost behind him. He turned to see a somewhat beautiful woman, whose brunette hair was up in a stylish, if somewhat outdated, updo and dressed in a shimmering green dress holding two wine glasses.

"Wine?" She offered as she held out an offering of red wine with a small smile.

"Thank you." Bruce said as he took the wine and took a sip. "I don't remember seeing you around here before. I'm Bruce Wayne."

"That's because this is the first time I came here." She replied with an enchanting smile. "My name is Dr. Pamela Isley."

"Doctor? What kind?" Bruce asked interested, the wine forgotten in his hand.

"Biology. I study earth's many wonders. I was in South America studying venomous snakes before I came to Gotham City." Pamela replied with a coy smile as she took a sip of her wine. "Say Bruce, you don't mind if I call you Bruce?" She asked.

"As long as I can call you Pamela." He replied with a grin. She laughed before resuming talking.

"Why don't we ditch these boring people and take a walk alone in the garden? I hear that it is gorgeous at nighttime."

"I don't' see why not." He replied with a grin as she smiled at him as she led the way outside. They walked along the pathways of the garden before Pamela went to a water fountain and sat on the edge as she dipped her fingers to tease the bright golden gold fishes that were swimming in the fountain.

"Beautiful." Bruce said softly, mostly to himself as he took in the view of Pamela and the garden around her. Although other men might just call her plain, to his eyes, she was beautiful. Outside in the garden, she seemed more beautiful then she did in the ballroom as if nature around her enhanced her beauty to a new level and made her more alive then she ever was.

"Me or the fountain?" Pamela asked with a knowing smirk on her red lips that made him laugh.

"You must have heard it from every man that meets you." Bruce answered as he sat down next to her.

"Hmm… not really but none of them were you." Pamela replied. "Oh, it's getting late and I have to go. Have some experiments that need to be babied or otherwise I'll lose everything and have to start over again." Pamela stood up and was about to leave before turning to him and kissed Bruce on the cheek. "See you around, handsome." She said with a smile before leaving Bruce alone in the garden. He smiled to himself as he stood up and put his hands in his pockets as he watched Pamela's retreating back until she disappeared into the night.


Jeeves came walking into the hospital room where Eve was staying in for the time being. He saw that she was sleeping peacefully and came to the side of the bed and leaned down to give her a kiss when she suddenly grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him closer with a deadly look in her eyes.

"Jeeves, I swear by all that's holy, if you don't get me outta this hellhole, I'll make you a girl." Eve growled. Jeeves blanched at her eyes mere inches from his that glowed with a feral light.

"It's not my fault! The doctors won't let me take you home! They want to keep you longer, something about making sure that you're okay and have no lasting aftereffects." Jeeves squeaked as he struggled to break Eve's grasp on his shirt but she wouldn't let him go.

"You're not the one that sitting here in a bloody hospital gown! Or having freaking cheerful, bloody chipper nurses coming in every bloody hour! I had it! I'm not staying here any longer, do you understand me?" Eve asked in a dangerous voice.

"Yes." Jeeves squeaked.

"Good, glad we reached an understanding." Eve said with a please look, somewhat like a cat who just ate a canary.

"Yah, great. Glad you're happy now. Um… are you going to let go of my shirt?"

"Not until you tell the bloody doctors to let me go." Eve replied grumpily.

"Err…" Jeeves glanced up to see a surprised nurse and an amused middle aged man in a wheelchair.

"Well, lover's spat?" The older man asked with a wry smile as the nurse pushed his wheelchair to a bed next to Eve's.

"NO! She's like my sister!"

"EW! He's like my brother!" Both Eve and Jeeves yelped in disgust at the same time as Jeeves used the chance to pull away while Eve was distracted and quickly moved so that he was standing just out of arms reach.

"My mistake then." He replied with an amused look as the nurse helped him into his bed. He winced as he moved and sighed in relief as he lay down.

"Who are you? I heard your voice before." Eve asked.

"Jim Gordon." He answered. "Wait… Eve? Eve Warren?" He asked in surprise when he realized that he knew the girl.

"Yah."

"It's me! Uncle Jim the cop. I knew your dad before he moved away from here; we used to get together every Christmas." Gordon said.

"Uncle Jimmy? There's something I need to tell- Hold it, what are you doing here?" Eve asked worriedly.

"Oh, some guy thought he was smart and tried to kill me. Shot me in the gut. Damn bastard. Pardon me."

"Don't worry about cussing in front of Eve, she can make a sailor blush with that mouth of hers. I'm Jeeves, Eve's roommate and friend." Jeeves said with a small wave.

"What happened to your Dad anyway? I thought he swore that he will never come back to Gotham City. He is here, right?" Gordon asked.

"No. He died a few years back. He did want me to tell you that he forgives you. It wasn't your fault that I was blinded by that science kit you gave Peter." Eve replied with a sad smile. "It was my fault and my brother's if you think about it, he shouldn't have left the kit out. Oh, it was the cigars of his that did him in if you're wondering."

"Damn… pardon me. Well, at least I got to see you again. I missed having you playing cops and robbers with me and you used keep locking me up in my own handcuffs." Gordon laughed at the memory.

"Oh yah! I remember that. I lost the key once and it took Dad all night to get you out of those handcuffs." Eve laughed.

"Oh that's nothing. There was that one night when you arrested Santa Claus. Heh, I thought your father was going to die laughing right there when you proudly showed him poor Joey trussed up like a turkey!"


"Bruce…" Bruce looked around when he heard his name being called. He faintly noticed that he was in a wild untamed but oddly enchanting garden. There were flowers of every size and breed blooming around him, casting a sweet but almost cloying smell.

"Someone there?" He called out as he turned around slowly. He saw that he was alone but he swore that someone had just called his name. "Anyone?"

"I'm here." He turned and found that Pamela was standing behind him. She was still wearing her evening gown but her hair was let lose, so that it fell like a waterfall down to her waist. She came closer and laid a hand on the side of his face.

"Bruce…" Pamela whispered as she pressed herself against his body and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. "Do you like me?" She asked with a flirting smile as she traced his lips with her finger.

"Yes." Bruce breathed as he captured her hand and kissed the palm.

"Bruce…" She pulled his hand and lightly and brushed her lips across each and every finger, setting his nerves on fire as she watched him with her bright emerald eyes. "Do you love me?" She asked as she pulled away slightly, watching his face.

"Yes." Bruce replied in a whisper. "I do." Pamela lightly kissed him but pulled back before he could deepen the kiss.

"Not yet my love. Not yet but soon."


"What were you doing when you got shot anyway, that is, if you don't mind me asking?" Eve asked as she toyed with her IV cord.

"I had to go into the Narrows because some rich man's little girl got kidnapped. Me and my partner were the only ones that were close enough to save her and we did… but…" Gordon paused a moment as he remembered what happened during that night. "Some crazy bastard, pardon me." Gordon said.

"You don't have to worry about cussing in front of me. I know enough cussing to be very unladylike." Eve said with a wry smile.

"Heh, anyway he suddenly jumps out of a doorway, guns down my partner and shot me. I think I would have died if Batman didn't come at that moment."

"Batman?" Eve's smiled went away quickly when she heard his name.

"Yah, you know the guy who's running around Gotham saving everyone?"

"Yah... I paint him sometimes." Eve replied as she returned to her playing with her IV cord. "And I hate painting him because he scares me but I have to paint him… tell his story like I told others. Even Scarecrow doesn't scare me as much as he does."

"You're scared of Batman? Why? He seems a nice enough fella, although might be a little unstable with him running around in a bat suit."

"His anger and hate scares me. He has so much anger in him, it's eating him alive." Eve whispered, mostly to herself sleepily as she rolled over and fell asleep. Gordon watched her for a moment, studying her face, seeing his old friend and the little girl who used to handcuff him. He was surprised and sad to see the changes that time had made on her heart, taking her mother, then her father… giving her a terrible gift… and blessing. He sighed and closed his eyes to sleep since it was late at night.

"Uncle Jimmy?" He heard Eve asked suddenly, her voice breaking into the silence of the dark room.

"Yes?" Gordon replied as he glanced over at Eve. She was on her back unseeingly staring at the ceiling.

"What is he like?" She asked after a moment of thinking.

"Who?" Gordon asked even though he had an idea of who she was talking about.

"The Batman." She answered softly.

"I don't know… I met him a few times but I have a hard time reading him. He's like a book that is locked and I can't even peek at the pages to get a clue about him. I do know that he is haunted by something." Gordon replied with a sigh. "Now, you really should sleep now, you need your beauty rest, won't want you scaring the nurses." Eve laughed lightly before she closed her eyes and her breathing slowed.

"Night, Uncle Jimmy." She murmured sleepily with a yawn.

"Sweet dreams, Eve."


"Dear, you're back. I thought I wasn't going to see you again." The doctor smiled at her.

"No shit, my good doctor." Eve answered with a feral grin. "I'm just here to beat Scarecrow up." She held up a baseball bat and grinned insanely.

"Shit."