Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or anything Batman related. I believe DC comics does.

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A pale ashen form of a bat hazily lays across the black clouds over Gotham. I wait alone on the dimly lit rooftop of the GPD. The air is thick with humidity but it is teeth-chattering cold outside. In the back of my mind am frankly surprised that Gordon has not found out that I am here. I have been keeping a close watch on the door that leads into the GPD from the rooftop, just in case anyone is to try to sneak up on me. The fire escape is not much of a worry because not many people know about it.

Maybe Gordon is not coming.

Maybe he is at home with his loving family, away from all of this.

For now.

Tomorrow is another day.

The cold weather at the moment is unbearably frigid and it bites into my flushed cheeks. Tucking my knobby hands under my armpits for warmth, I look up at the night sky to reassure myself that I am not just waiting here for nothing. I am waiting to talk with the Batman about the Joker's beef he has put onto National Television.

Great.

The short hairs on the back of my slender neck stand on end due to the cold and because of the petrifying fear that aches in my soul.

The fear of death that could soon befall me.

I hope to never see the Joker again but somehow I know that is probably not going to be the case.

I close my eyes, lower my head and shiver. My eyelids pinch together tightly as if I am trying to close myself off from the world. I can hear the cars rolling down the streets and can taste the fetid smells rising up from the garbage that is somewhere nearby. However, another sensation washes over me in this introverted state.

It is the feeling that I am not alone.

My eyelids snap open.

My throat contracts with fear when I see what seems to be a phantasm.

The Batman.

His dark intelligent eyes ferociously steal my gaze.

"Gordon doesn't know I'm here," I whisper. I can feel my body curving in on itself, trying its best to look submissive.

"Stop it," I command to my body in my mind, however it is no use.

He says nothing.

Darkness seems to crawl from all corners of the rooftop and from the surrounding buildings to blanket the atmosphere around him. Shadows dance into the everlasting furrows on his robust cowl. His dark cape adorns his large plated shoulders and body. It folds around his powerfully build arms like wings of an angel.

Or wings of a bat.

With each moment that passes by he sends excitement and fear through my spirit in an adrenaline rush.

He terrifies and fascinates me.

My stomach does a small flip before I open my mouth to speak.

"As you probably know, the Joker has put his beef with you and me out there. He's threatening to kill innocent people until I come out of hiding and until you turn yourself in. I think that we should, well, we should do something," I say to him trying my best to not break the gaze that we share.

"You should do nothing," he growls gutturally. His voice is deep, animalistic and husky. My hands shake in fright and I take a step back from him, bumping myself into the large spotlight that projects the Batman's symbol into the night.

I quickly shut it off.

His aura feeds off of the darkness that now covers us both.

"N-no," I stutter out, "No, I have to, but I am going to need your help, as well as you will need mine. This isn't a matter of pride; this is a matter of getting the job done. I can't do it alone, Gordon won't let me. He just doesn't want to see me get killed. I-"

Something catches my attention.

It is the door that leads into the GPD to the rooftop.

Someone's coming.

Oh no.

The door opens.

It's Gordon.

"What the hell are you doing here Eva?" He hisses in anger. I have never seen him this heated before. He makes his way across the rooftop and stands directly in front of me.

"I told you to stay back at the hotel," he yells shaking his fist at his side, "If you were to have been seen by one of the Joker's men, you could've been killed. You say you want the case, but how can I make sure now that you aren't going to just run off chasing him on your own."

"I'm sorry."

"Jesus Eva, don't be sorry, just don't do it again."

"Look, I came here to talk with um," I cough a little and glance at the Batman. Gordon gets the gist and allows me to continue, "I think that you are going to need my help, more so than you thought. I have been gathering information on the Joker for weeks. You're going to need my help and expertise on him if you want to catch this man. Cut my leash, let me help."

Gordon glances around and sighs an exasperated sigh that exposes his lower teeth.

He glances at Batman who stares intently at Gordon and me.

"Eva, you have no idea what you are-"

"Lieutenant, I can help. Let me."

"Jesus Eva," Gordon mumbles while running a hand through his hair, "I guess there really is no stopping you."

I tweak a weak guilty smile.

Gordon pivots on his heel to face the Batman. I slowly walk up next to Gordon and peer over his shoulder at the Batman. The Batman's steady eyes shift to me as I linger next to Gordon. I feel uneasy, back up slightly and wrap my arms tightly around my small waist. The Batman continues to stare, so I take a particular interest in my shoes.

"I'll keep you posted," Gordon says with a nod to the Batman.

Silence is his answer.

When I look up, I see that the Batman has disappeared.

Vanished.

Just like a phantom.

"How does he do that?" I question aloud to myself and Gordon.

"You'll get used to it," Gordon smiles.

"I'm sorry for, you know," I mutter to the ground.

"I'm not mad that you came to here," Gordon says to me.

I look up sincerely.

"I'm mad that you were stupid enough to risk your life for a conversation. You should have called me; I would've taken you here if you need to that badly."

"I'm sorry," I whimper to Gordon and he places a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Don't be sorry, Eva."

I feel like his child.

"Next time you have any plans on where you're going, notify me. Got it?"

"Yes. Speaking of which, I was invited to a fundraiser for Harvey Dent at Bruce Wayne's penthouse by an old friend, Damien Rendell. He's Ilia's older brother. Is it okay if I go?"

Gordon steps one step backwards and searches the floor of the rooftop for an answer. He then starts to nod and looks up at me through his glasses.

"Yeah, you know what, that would be fine. We've got Wuertz and a few other detectives and officers patrolling the perimeter because Dent's going to be there. Here in Gotham any nut could just come and try to kill Dent, we need to always be ready. That should be fine, yeah, that should be alright. Do you have a means of getting there?"

"Yeah, I'm taking the bike."

Gordon gives me a skeptical look.

"It'll be fine. I'll call you before I leave and when I get there," I say, begging a little.

He sighs.

"O.K., but in the meantime, go home and get some rest. From now on, you keep me posted on where you're headed if you go out."

"I promise. Goodnight Lieutenant," I say smiling genuinely and I take the fire escape back down to go to Ilia's motorcycle. I soon reach it and climb on to start the engine.

As I soar through the streets of Gotham, I try my best to think of nothing but the roar of the engine beneath me and the wind that whips through my brown hair. However, an excited emotion in my stomach dances around for the rendezvous that will be tomorrow night. I am looking forward to being amongst Gotham's finest.

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A/N: Alright! Mr. Batman made an appearance again! Yay! Am I being true to the traditional characters (such as Batman, Gordon, Joker, Harvey Dent, etc.)? Please let me know if there is anything that you found out of place. Another quick question, how do you readers feel about Eva? I hope she is not a bore! Again, thanks for all of you who have reviewed! It is the highlight of my day when I see that someone has reviewed, so please keep that up! Thanks for your support!