A.N. About the homunculi in Gotham- really long story that involves me watching the Dark Knight, then drawing what the homunculi would looking like in Gotham- wait, that actually wasn't that long, was it? Also the three homunculi are my favorites, too. I had to find an excuse to get rid of Sloth and Gluttony… hehe. I don't really care about Wrath, but since he wasn't really a homunculi, he was more of a human, I thought it made sense that he wouldn't be able to come through. By the way, female Envy and Bruce Wayne! Man, that sounds twisted! Haha, I should totally do that! Kidding.

Lust dreamed and in her dreams she was once again wrapped around her stranger/lover, kissing him fiercely and feeling his similar need as he kissed her back with equal intensity, then moved his lips to the sensitive spot between her breasts, where her Oroborus tattoo had once sat…. And as she ran her hands through his hair, it occurred to her that she still didn't know the identity of her lover, and like last time she was torn between discovering who was touching and caressing her with such heat, versus the bliss and ease of mystery. Only, this time she decided to turn his head to face her, but with an odd mix of disappointment and relief that only the dreamworld can pull off flawlessly she still could not tell who it was, for his face blurred and changed until she grew bored of watching it, and instead returned to the rest of his body….

Envy dreamed and his dreams were of glee and torment and rage and laughter. He danced around scarlet stained fields that were littered with bones and old ruins, his form rippling and twisting and twining as he giggled and laughed in a chorus of delighted mania, waving his arms around and spinning and shrieking into the air which was smoky with fear gas, though Envy seemed to be immune….

Greed dreamed and his dreams were fractured memories and made-up illusions that crashed together at random intervals. In some he was with Lust, in his old body, watching her violet eyes flash with a dangerous, pleased glow, glittering like a wild animal that has just recently fed... her long black hair spread like a sheet beneath her, silky and dark as a panther's coat…. And then the images changed into Stacy smiling sweetly at him, now in Ling's body, before pointing to her watching like the White Rabbit from the movie Envy had made him watch, whispering to him in a deranged murmur that she had to run…. And then the background changed, and Greed was all alone in the middle of Gotham, not a soul in sight. And Greed wandered but still could not see a single person, and he screamed and screamed and screamed, all alone…. A voice around made him turn with eager haste, and Greed saw the slight, golden haired golden eyed form of Edward Elric, somehow in Gotham, and when Greed asked him how he had gotten here, Ed merely smiled sadly, and shook his head, saying 'Greed… that's never been what you wanted….', and promptly vanished, and Greed was all alone again…. And then the images changed again, and Greed was sitting on a bench with Envy, who, for once, did not hide behind false flesh, but wore his true form, albeit without the souls that had come with the stone, looking huge and monstrous, but grinning all the same. Greed asked Envy why he did it, meaning transform into other things, and Envy replied with a bitter laugh that Greed couldn't honestly imagine him waltzing around looking that this in public, could he? Greed just shrugged and smiled….

Greed awoke with a start, rubbing his forehead, trying to recall his dreams. For a split second, he remembered everything, before it promptly vanished, leaving him with only the lingering sensations of loneliness and lust. Greed groaned, and, with a disturbing feeling of intense gluttony, his thoughts became utterly fixated on the conquest of the fridge, and Greed wandered into the kitchen. Seated beside the table was Crane, apparently fiddling with his fear gas contraption. Or whatever it was called. Greed had considered himself fortunate not to have been on the receiving end of the toxin, unlike his other siblings, and as he tiptoed around Crane, he found that his appetite had vanished. Holding his breath for a minute before he realized that was ridiculous, Greed exhaled, and the noise seemed to draw Crane's attention towards the avaricious homunculi. Greed noted with no small pleasure that Crane seemed to look quite tired, and his vicious delight only increased when he saw the bruise on Crane's temple that he knew Lust had inflicted.

"What are you doing?" Greed asked, less out of curiosity then the desire to annoy the Scarecrow.

"What does it look like?" Crane asked, managing to sound patronizing and arrogant even though his obvious sleepiness.

Greed gave a lazy grin. "I dunno doc. You tell me."

Crane glanced up at him, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. "Maybe. If you tell me something."

"What?" Greed asked warily. He recognized Crane's expression as one that he himself had worn on multiple occasions. Trying to find out from Edward Elric how he had bound his brother's soul to armor in particular popped up.

Crane shrugged, smiling slightly, apparently amused by Greed's reluctance. "Both your sister and your brother have remarkable abilities. It's really quite astonishing. Your brother seems to be able to-"

Greed cut him off with a violent shake of his head. "To the point, please, doctor."

Crane scowled at him. "Do you share your sibling's powers?" he asked testily.

Greed grinned, though the expression was slightly forced. "Not like they do. Mine is way cooler," he boasted, raising his hand to demonstrate. Although Crane may have been one of his least favorite people, Greed was never one to turn down the opportunity to show off. He pulled his shield over his fingertips and fingers, slowing moving down his hand, before letting it stop at his wrists. He turned his hand back and forth. "Neat, right?"

To his dismay, Crane only gave a short nod. "How does it work?" he asked at last.

"I can adjust the carbon in my body, so that I can make my skin as hard as diamond," Greed explained, still admiring his hand.

Crane gave another nod, returning to his nefarious little device.

"My turn." Greed let his shield recede until only pale flesh remained, glaring at Crane as if daring him to renege on his deal.

"I'm just adjusting the amount of the gas that my contraption would-"

"Squirt."

Crane continued, raising his voice a fraction of a degree, stilling opting for condescension over overt signs of anger "spray. Since we are," Crane paused, grinding his teeth, "allies, I suppose I wouldn't want you inhaling any of my toxin by mistake." Crane smiled slightly, as if envisioning Greed writhing on the floor, screaming into the air at phantoms that only he could see.

"What was that?" Lust asked, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat next to Greed, her eyes brimming with fury.

Greed gulped, even though he knew that he wasn't to target of Lust's anger. Even Crane looked slightly nervous.

Lust examined Crane's face, before she broke out into a sudden, wicked grin, transforming into Envy. "Kidding!" he chuckled. "Man, you should have seen your face!"

"Where is Lust, anyway?" Greed asked.

Envy turned his attention to Greed, shrugging, his expression switching into that of neutral boredom. "I'm not sure. I think she left for work."

Crane gave a small laugh. "I can't believe your sister actually works in the D.A.'s office."

Envy grinned at him, "Right? I thought she was joking when she told me what job she'd gotten. I'd expected her to, uh, no offense, but do something like you, Crane. Well, sort of."

Crane smirked. "You mean, something along the lines of criminal behavior?"

Envy's grin widened. "Spot on."

Greed wondered if they even knew he was still in the room.

Lust rapped her knuckles against Wayne's door. He had left her a short message on her office phone, telling her that he wanted to meet. Another hard knock on the door, and it swung open. Lust breezed past Wayne, stepping inside. He shut the door.

"Alright," he said, his voice serious and unamused, not in the mood for small-talk or flirting. Lust recognized it as the voice of the Batman, minus the hoarse edge. "About the man that's been targeting you."

"Yes?"

Wayne glared at some spot in the distance. "I don't know who it is, but apparently he the Scarecrow's just as much a target as you are."

"I know that," Lust snapped, irritable and agitated despite what she knew were well-intentions from Wayne.

Wayne gave a slight smile, but there was no humor in it. "Then I guess we know just about the same."

Lust groaned in frustration. "You're the second person to tell me that."

"Second?" Wayne queried, suddenly suspicious.

Lust bit her lip, aware that she had, in her annoyance, reveled too much. "Why don't you come by my apartment, later," she suggested, "It'll be easier to show you." And also, she sort of wanted the Batman to punch the Scarecrow- at least a few times.