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Chapter Five: Broken Security

The morning sun shined into the newly shared bedroom of a certain Jonathan Crane and his girlfriend, Evangeline Daniels. Jonathan should know; it's what woke him up the next morning after he had proposed to Eva. To prove to himself that it was not a dream, Jonathan turned his body to face her. And there she was, tucked under an array of blankets that were all messy because of last night.

Jonathan smiled to himself, 'Too utterly amazing,' he thought. Eva reminded Jonathan of the angels he had always heard about during Sunday school, or what he had interpreted them as. Her dark brown hair was messy, tossed around her head and her skin was creamy, like smooth marble. In sleep, Eva looked calm and at peace and he wanted nothing else to be in the place he was: lying next to her. Jonathan's mind began to drift from where he was six months ago to where he was now: with an angel, his fiancée and hopefully, Jonathan prayed, the future wife of his children. It was a future that was a long ways away, but one could never cease to dream. Jonathan turned on his right side so he could face Eva's back, but what he saw with her shining green eyes, glistening in the early morning light. The angelic image had been completed in Jonathan's mind.

She smiled at him and greeted with a simple, "Morning, handsome," and reached a smooth, thin hand out to smooth the side of his clean shaven face.

The smile Jonathan returned radiated just as much, perhaps even more sparkle than Eva's did and out of the blue, leaned over plant a heartwarming kiss on her lips. As he pulled away, Jonathan replied, "Morning, love," and reached for her hand, which he brought to his lips to kiss, claim as his.

He heard Eva chuckle softly and when he looked up, he saw her bite her bottom lip, like she always did. Eva intertwined her fingers with Jonathan's and he rubbed the gold band that was shining on her finger. The silence was all the two lovers needed right now and they seemed to be enjoying every minute of it.

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The life that was made up of living with your other half worked splendidly for Eva and Jonathan. They wasted no time in shopping to find things for the house that matched both their personalities. Jonathan began to loosen up about things he had been so stiff about in the past and let Eva make most of the choices. She was a great interior decorator as far as his knowledge comprehended. They painted, re-decorated the bathrooms and basement and did some serious spring cleaning. Everyone saw the happiness radiating off the young lovers' faces, even the people who shouldn't be…

Eva was working her way up to becoming a criminal psychologist. Her father had worked in the forensics department back in Surrey, England and she found no other better way than to follow in his footsteps. She was fascinated by what made criminals what they were and why they did what they did. Just this simple fact put her on some people's bad side. After Eva had moved out of the Narrows, Jonathan never worried about her going out by herself; he thought his neighborhood was as safe as could be. That was until one night in July. At the time, Eva had just teamed up with the Gotham Police Department in the Forensics Department to volunteer what she could about recent crimes deep in the Narrows.

The crime rate was increasing rapidly in Gotham and had been for the past year or so, maybe even before that. There were a growing number of robberies and random murders, so it appeared. Whenever Jonathan heard about a murder on the radio or news, he'd click it off immediately. It reminded him too much about his parents. Jonathan was thankful he had someone who understood his solitude and left him be, never asking questions. But Jonathan tried to keep his mind on the things that made him happy, like his life and Eva.

He couldn't comprehend the pride her felt for her. It was an honour for a young woman who had just completed the first year of medical school and was only twenty-two years old. Jonathan couldn't have been any happier for his fiancée, for he showered her with love, compliments and cuddles whenever he could. For almost a year, things had been going perfectly for the young couple. In a few months, Jonathan and Eva were to be wed; they were planning on the ceremony to take place in September and hopefully in a gorgeous church in Boston. And in January, Jonathan was to graduate from Gotham Med and continue on to a residency in downtown Gotham as a doctor. The future was looking bright for the two medical students, who had so much to look forward to. But one night, the sense of security and happiness was broken…

Like mentioned before, it was in the middle of July and by this time in their relationship, Jonathan and Eva had made a habit of going for evening walks to the local park that was only four blocks away from their house. This evening was no different. The couple left around seven, when the sun was on the verge of setting and sky was a brilliant mix of purple, blue and pink. It was beautiful, like any other sunset they had seen. As they walked down the streets, hand in hand, Jonathan turned to Eva.

"What do you want to do when we get married? I mean, do you want to stay here in Gotham, get out of here or…" Jonathan trailed off, unsure of telling Eva his intentions of starting a family.

Eva halted the stroll on the sidewalk and gave Jonathan a concerned look, "What are you getting at, Jonathan?" she asked.

As he always did when he was nervous, Jonathan ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "I'm not sure, Eva. But ever since we've become engaged, or even before that, I've wanted to start a family. And that is spectacular because before I met you, I never wished to have a family. I'd be emotionally and mentally complete if I could have a family with you. I suppose I'm asking you if you would like the same." Jonathan tried to keep looking at Eva, but he found it difficult; her gaze was just as intense as his.

With an aura of mystery, Eva stepped up to Jonathan, smiling brilliantly and cupped his face with both hands and planted an amazing kiss on his lips. Jonathan felt his eyes widened, but softened into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. Jonathan took her actions as a "yes."

A few seconds later, Eva pulled away, with her hands still on his face and responded clearly and firmly, "Why the hell wouldn't I want to have your children, Jonathan?"

Jonathan had nothing better to do but shrug, smile and laugh. Eva followed his actions and they kissed for the second time in less than a minute on the street. Afterwards, they continued walking, for their park was only a block away.

Eva turned to Jonathan, "So, since all the while you've been thinking about being a father, have you ever thought of names?" she had a joking look her in eyes, but Jonathan knew she was being serious.

He raised his eyes to the sky in thought. In all honesty, he never gave names that much thought. But since he was half Irish, he thought an Irish name would be nice, so that's what he told his fiancée.

In thought, Eva bit her lip, "I don't know, I always thought if I had baby girl, I'd name her Liliana. Not sure what her middle name would be, but there's time."

"Indeed, we have a long time," Jonathan replied.

By this time, they had reached the park and were walking in the direction of their favorite bench. It was located under a large oak tree, overlooking the park. When they arrived, they look their usual places: sitting next to each other, hand in hand and with Eva's head resting on Jonathan's shoulder, his head on top of hers.

As they watched the setting sun, Eva commented, "You know what, Jonathan? You know you've found somebody special when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence." 1

This made Jonathan laugh out loud, as much as it was out of character for him. "You would quote 'Pulp Fiction' love, you would."

Eva smiled, "Yes, I just have."

Suddenly, a voice neither of the two had ever heard spoke from behind them, "You won't be quoting anymore shit if you don't shut up."

Jonathan's blue eyes widened in horror and he felt Eva tense up next to him. He squeezed her hand, attempting to reassure the terrified Eva.

"Please, sir," Jonathan tried shakily, "Take our money, take our credit cards, take whatever you want. Please, don't harm my fiancée or myself. I'm begging you, have mercy." Jonathan prayed his plea would make the man go away. His prayer would go unanswered.

He heard the criminal scoff, "What if I told you I didn't want your money?" Jonathan's heart skipped and he felt Eva shudder, "What if I told you I wanted your pretty little girlfriend here?" Less than a second later, before Jonathan could speak, he heard a gun click. After the click, Eva screamed.

The bastard had just put a gun to Eva's head.

In response to Eva's scream, the criminal punched the back of Eva's head and yelled, "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You want to put me behind bars, I'll put the iron behind your head."

Jonathan felt the fear accumulate in his beautiful fiancée and in the rage he possessed, Jonathan let go of Eva's hand. He was not sure if he would live through the evening if he did this, but he felt it was the only way he could save his love. He pulled his arm back and made his fist into a ball. A memory flashed into his brain of one of his friend's telling him he could do a hell of a lot of damage with his hands; they were so bony. For the first time ever, Jonathan put that advice to good use. Like a spring, his arm flew forward, colliding with the bastard's temple. Everything was in slow motion. So many things happened at once. Eva jumped onto the ground at Jonathan's feet and a shot rang out. Adrenaline pumped through Jonathan's veins and fear took hold of him. Automatically, he assumed the crook had shot Eva and he prepared to jump over the bench to beat the life out of him. But, as he looked down, he saw Eva alive and well. Confused, he looked in the distance and saw the Gotham City Police standing in front of the wooded area, bordering the park. They were just lowering their guns. From the line of officers, Jonathan recognized Officer Jim Gordon. Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief and kneeled to the ground to retrieve Eva. She didn't look well. Her creamy skin was streaked with tears, her green eyes paralyzed with fear. Her body shook as well. Eva sat up and silently held Jonathan's hand tightly. She bit her lips rapidly and the tears still flowed from red, swollen eyes.

Suddenly, Eva yelped as she flung herself into Jonathan's embrace, letting the tears flow freely. "Jonathan, please don't let me leave you," she exclaimed with so much pain and fear that quiet tears fell from his eyes as well, "Please don't let them take me from you."

Swallowing his fear away, Jonathan stroked her dark hair and replied, "I swear to you, Eva no one will take you from me. I'm not leaving you, I swear on everything I am. He's dead, the bastard is dead. He can't hurt us anymore."

Eva sobbed, muttered, "Oh God," as she did. With a little force, Jonathan got a very emotion-stricken Eva to her feet and led her to Officer Gordon. His eyes expressed high concern for Eva. He made eye contact with her and handed her tissue. "Can you tell me what happened, Ms. Daniels?"

Eva sniffed away the stuff inside her throat that was choking her up and spoke very quietly, "Jonathan and I were sitting on that bench over there," Eva stretched out her finger to the bench without looking, "and a minute or two later, whoever he was, was behind us and threatened both Jonathan and I. later, we found out he wanted to kill me," Eva paused. This was obviously very difficult for her. She swallowed and continued, "He punched me in my head and put his gun to my head afterwards. Then Jonathan attacked him," Eva stopped to look at him. Jonathan comfortingly placed a kiss on her forehead and she concluded, "I'd be dead if it wasn't for him."

The words touched Jonathan immensely, but he was dying to know who had wanted to harm his Eva. Officer Gordon seemed to read the young man's mind.

"Do you know who the man was, Eva? Did you even look?" Gordon's eyes trailed over to the motionless body of the criminal.

Eva shook her head, "No. Too scared."

"Well, let me tell you," Gordon began, "Remember the project you were working on? You were trying to catch backstreet rapist, Colin Dastram?"

The name struck a chord in Jonathan's memory. He recalled Eva telling him about him one time after coming home from the police station.

Eva shook her head, "Yes." Realization overtook her and immediately, she swung her head around to look at the man who tried to kill her. Jonathan had followed her and his eyes narrowed. He would dare to touch her…

Eva covered her mouth with her hand and walked away, taking Jonathan with her. She looked at him, "We were this close to putting him behind bars," Eva made an estimation with her hand that was about an inch, "We only had to track him down," she bowed her head, "I guess he found me first."

Jonathan raised her chin with two fingers, "He's gone, Eva. He can't hurt us," he lightly kissed Eva and wrapped his arms around her. Gordon walked up to them and put one hand on each of their arms. "Come on, you lovebirds. I'll drive you home."

The two gladly accepted. The short drive home was taken with silence.

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1 – Pulp Fiction (1994)

Yes, I suppose this chapter is longer than the previous ones, but it was necessary. So this is the first time we see that the perfect life of Eva and Jonathan is broken by the crime that has been escalating into Gotham. After this, it isn't as happily ever after as it has been. Soon, I should be getting into the actual 'Batman Begins' plot. Thank you!