Evie felt the warm spring breeze on her skin and smiled. The smell of rain and flowers lingered in the air. Arms wrapped around her waist and a head rested on her shoulders. Her smile widened.
"Victor," She said.
"Evelyn, darling," He said quietly. "Did you really think I would leave you?" He asked. Evie tipped her head back and took a deep breath in. He smelled of sweat and something metallic – a coppery smell. Blood.
"Not voluntarily," She said. "A-are you going to leave again? You just got back to us-" Worry slipped into her voice and she trailed off. She was spun around quickly.
"I will never leave you, Evelyn. Never. You are my zombie. My zombie," Victor said. Evelyn nodded before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to kiss him. God, it had been so long since she had seen him. It had been too long. His hands grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her flush against him while her hands moved up to grip his hair.
"Ewwwie!" A child's giggly voice interrupted them. Evelyn smiled against Victor's lips before pulling away and untangling her body from his.
"Sweetie," She said, turning to the little girl. "How long have you been standing there?" She asked.
"Since daddy got out here," The little girl said. She smiled. "He gived me a toy," The little girl said. Evie groaned.
"Victor, if you keep bringing her things, she's going to get spoiled," Evie reprimanded. He smiled.
"My precious little girl? Spoiled?" He asked. "Never." He was smirking his damnable smirk. She wanted to punch him – and kiss him. Evie rolled her eyes but smiled.
"Tell that to her enormous wardrobe filled with dresses," Evie said, crossing her arms.
"Alright, fine," Victor said.
"Mommy! Mommy, can I show you my toy?" The little girl asked. Evie nodded.
"Of course, darling," She said. The little girl smiled widely and ran back into the house.
"It's so good to see you," Victor said. He held her head in one of his hands. "My darling zombie," He said. He pressed his lips to hers. Evie wrapped her arms around his neck and his other hand rested on her hip.
"Mommy! Daddy! Aaaa-" The little girl was screaming. Evie and Victor pulled apart and ran into the house.
"No- No," Evie sobbed at the sight before her eyes. "Maria! Maria, sweetie, no!" She sobbed.
The little girl was lying down on the hardwood floor of the dining room, a blade in the shape of a bat sticking out of her heart. A puddle of her blood was slowly starting to spread from her.
A stuffed Flash toy was clutched in one of her hands. Blood started to stain it.
"She was a monster," A dark voice said. Evie whipped around to face the direction it was coming from.
"She was a child!" Evie screamed back at it. "She was a baby! My baby! And you killed her!"
"She couldn't live, Lennox," The voice said.
Evie recognized the voice. She looked over at Victor, but he was gone. She wasn't even in their house anymore. She looked back to the origin of the voice, but all she could see was the darkness of an alleyway.
"Batman?" She asked tentatively. She squinted, trying to see better in the darkness.
"Evelyn," Batman said. Evelyn shuddered. It sounded like he was right next to her. "Evelyn. Evie."
"Don't call me that!" She screamed. She was blubbering now. "You don't have the right!"
"Evie, it's time to wake up. Come on, girl, it's time to-"
Evie's eyes shot open as she gasped. She jerked herself into a sitting position.
"Jesus, Evie, what the hell?" A voice asked. She looked around. Oh. It was him. Bullock.
"The fuck, Bullock?" Evie demanded. Her head hurt and her tongue felt funny. God, she just wanted to saw her head off. The longer she was awake, the more her head started to hurt. Her hands rushed to hold her head, as if it would help ease the pain.
"What the fuck were you thinking, trying to get drunk like that?" Bullock demanded. Evie threw off the blanket that had been covering her and stood.
"Obviously I was thinking I could try and wallow in my emotions without anyone putting their nose in my business, but apparently that can't be done," Evie said snarkily. She looked around the room and grabbed her coat. It had been draped across the arm of a well used recliner.
She slipped it on. "Wha- what the hell are you doing?" Bullock demanded.
"Oh, fuck off," Evie snapped. She looked around the apartment she was in for her shoes. Where the fuck had he put them? He must've taken them off of her. She whipped around to face him. "Where are my shoes?" She demanded.
"By the front door. What the hell are you doing, Evie?" He demanded.
"Fuck off, Bullock," She snapped. "I'm getting out of here." She tromped through his apartment to the door and sighed when she saw her shoes by the door. She quickly slid them back on.
"Evie, you need to talk to someo-"
"Oh, and you think I'm going to talk to you?" She laughed. "You, you are the last person I would ever talk to about this!" She hissed. She threw his door open and slammed it shut behind her. "Fucking moron," She said.
God, why the fuck was her head pounding? She must've gotten seriously intoxicated. She'd never been hung-over before, due to her lack of enthusiasm about puking her guts out and headaches, so if this is what it feels like to get drunk, then hung-over, you can count her out next time. Seriously. After she left the building she walked down the slight alley between it and another building and rested against the wall.
"What the fuck?" She muttered, tears stinging her eyes. She sniffled noisily and wiped them away as they started to drip down her face.
God, the dream had been so sweet. So, so sweet. That is, until Maria had-
"It was just a dream, Evie, just a fucking dream," She said. She started to shake with uncontrollable sobs. It was just a fucking dream. A fucking dream that had started to be better than her reality.
She wished her baby had lived, like she did in the beginning of the dream.
She wished the fucking Bat was dead.
A/N:
Alright, so no sneak-peak, but I will be typing like a mad-woman. Sorry for the neglect but I had a bout of writer's block. Blegh.
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AssassinsCreedFAN:
YAY! Que balloons and confetti! Congrats on having the 100th review!
Pervy Edward is funny!
Too bad I couldn't see the Scarecrow face...Oh, well. Hope you liked the chapter. Toodles!
DevilToBeLoved:
Happy that you loved it, hope you enjoy this one as well. Looking forward to hearing from you again!
SectumSemprae:
Sorry about the lack of Victor in this chapter, but I decided it needed to solely be about Evie.
I hope you liked it anyway, and I look forward to hearing from you again.
Erik-is-my-angel1234:
Everybody is loving on the interview tapes! Yay. Anyway, the tapes are totally * SPOILER ALERT * leading up to the moment of Zsasz and Evie reuniting again. Hope you enjoyed, looking forward to hearing from you.
Guest:
It's nice to hear that you enjoy the story and that you'll still read it. I hope you liked this chapter and I look forward to hearing from you again – hopefully.
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