A.N. By the way, the Tumbler is in here. I know it was destroyed in the Dark Knight, but I figure the Batman could repair it with Fox. Also… prepare yourself for… a FLASHBACK! XD

"Do you think he'll come?" Greed asked. He was sitting cross-legged besides Lust, who was crouching next to Envy's head. Envy had finally stopped his fevered, erratic shapeshifting, and had settled into his favorite form once again, but his eyes were dilated with fear, and his limbs were trembling in terror. He stared past Greed and Lust, unseeing and pale.

Lust allowed herself to fall slightly onto the ground. She glanced towards Greed and shrugged. "Probably."

Greed frowned. "If you don't know for sure, then shouldn't we take Envy to a hospital, instead of waiting for a man who may or may not actually come?"

"No. The Batman is, I believe, the only person with the antidote to the toxin."

"Envy could die."

"Yes, he could," Lust agreed, "but it's pointless to mourn something we haven't yet lost, or second guess our decisions. Those are things humans do."

Greed's eyes narrowed slightly, but he wasn't looking at Lust. "We're human," he mumbled, a slightly belligerent note in his words.

"Yes," Lust said, "But we didn't used to be. We have had centuries of time to not be human."

"Old habits die hard," Greed muttered, laughing under his breath.

"I suppose so."

Greed turned to stare at her. "This shouldn't have happened," he told Lust, "And I'm sorry."

Lust debated informing him that it wasn't his fault, but guessed that he wouldn't quite believe her. He was sorry. His words mirrored those he had given her a while back '"I'm sorry for what happened, Lust."' He meant it, really meant it, in a way that went beyond merely telling the truth. She could tell, after all: they had been lovers once.

It had happened over a century ago, a decade before Greed's defection. It had started as an unusually close friendship, a fluid and effective partnership, sprinkled in with playful, harmless flirting that was trademark of both of them. One night, however, after the successful completion of an assignment, Lust and Greed had found themselves together and alone in a small apartment, and before either of them knew what was happening there clothes were on the ground, and their lips and bodies were mashed together. It was the first time either of them had been involved with a homunculus, and both of them would have agreed that it was a unique experience. Both were endowed with regenerative capabilities, increased durability, and exceptional strength. There was no holding back, no temperance. For Lust there was only that: lust, the desire for the pleasures of the body, and the fulfillment of those same craven desires. For Greed it was his avarice: his need to claim and possess her body, and maybe something more. For as they lay together, finally spent, their energy depleted, he murmured, so low that Lust could barely hear, so low that she wondered if he could hear: "I love you." But instead of answering, Lust had instead remained still, pretending to sleep. Not because she loved him but was afraid to reply, but because she didn't.

"Lust?" Greed voice snapped her sharply from her reverie. She looked up.

"What is it?" she asked, relieved to know that her voice was unchanged.

He stared at her for a second, curiously, before saying, "I think I see something."

He turned his head, and Lust focused on his line of sight. A small, black shape was speeding from the softer darkness, steadily growing bigger as it neared them.

"What is that?" Greed asked in horrified wonder. "It looks like some type of… car?" The last word was spoken somewhat hesitantly, it almost looked like a tank.

The tank/car screeched to a stop beside them, and both Greed and Lust jumped into standing positions.

The front section of the machine hissed open, and a familiar black-suited shape climbed out. In his hand was a small cylindrical shape filled with clear, silvery liquid and capped with a sharp point.

Greed nudging Lust. "That-"

"I know," Lust said irritably, turning to Wayne, and pointing to Envy.

"He's your brother?" the Batman asked in a raspy monotone, which was beginning to grate on Lust's nerves, but she answered nonetheless.

"He is." Lust bent down, and, with the help of Greed, managed to haul Envy up into a limp, but standing position.

The Batman inserted the needle into inside of Envy's arm, pressing down until the silvery liquid had been drained. Envy's whimpers receded, and he seemed to relax, his eyes drooping shut. Lust and Greed eased him to the ground. Lust faced the Batman, inclining her head in thanks, before she, rather reluctantly, voiced the words.

The Batman didn't reply, but his eyes bored into hers, and Lust found herself appreciating the dark glow in them. He jumped back into his car. "See you soon," he said, and Lust could have sworn she saw him smile.

The tank/car speed away, and Lust turned back to Envy and Greed. "How is he?" she asked.

"Unconscious."

"He looks a bit better, though," Lust commented lightly.

Greed shrugged, then turned his face towards Lust. "You know that next time, it'll probably be you or me like that," at that, he gestured to Envy.

Lust refused to comment, letting Greed continue.

"We're being targeted by the Scarecrow, let alone whoever is behind this."

"Your point?" Lust asked, not coldly, but curiously. She would happily welcome any ideas on how to solve their problem.

"Maybe we should, ah," Greed gave a tiny grin, "do what most people do when bad guys come knocking. Ask for help." At Lust's blank expression he rolled his eyes. "The Batman!"

"I'll contact him," Lust promised, but then added, "I don't know what good it'll do, though."

"Better safe than sorry?" Greed asked with semi-mocking hopefulness.

"Maybe." Lust fell silent, turning her attention to Envy. "Let's get him home," she said.

Lust and Greed both took hold of two limbs, Lust carrying his arms, and Greed his legs. As they tried to drag him out of the park, Greed groaned, "He's heavy."

It was true. Although Envy's form changed, his mass remained constant, so his slender body belied his true size.

"Armor up, then," Lust suggested tartly, and watched as Greed's shield spread over his arms and neck, presumably everywhere but his head, for obvious reasons. Greed lifted Envy singlehandedly, tossing Envy over his shoulder. "This is better!"

Now unburdened by Envy, Lust walked side-by-side with Greed out of the now hated park, taking shortcuts to the apartment so they wouldn't be spotted.

At the apartment, Lust opened the door, and allowed Greed, and, by default, Envy inside, before shutting and locking it.

Greed deposited Envy on the couch, and removed his shield, stretching. "Some night, huh?" he asked, teasingly.

Lust smiled slightly.