Eva spent the next morning in the shop. Mostly cleaning up her work area, hiding any evidence of Joker's session. At 12pm, DeLuca walked through the door. He was none the wiser to Eva's late night excursions, even though it was obvious that she hadn't slept much. Wanting to get out of the parlor, Eva volunteered herself to do a doughnut and coffee run. While cleaning, she had found a stack of hundreds tucked in the corner of her Surface. Frost must have put them there when she wasn't looking.

As she got in her car, Eva found herself eyeing the bills. Normally, she would have balked at the thought of using the Joker's money. It would have been a soul sucking weight in her wallet, a dirty secret, something to be ashamed of. Thinking back to the time she spent on his work last night, Eva clutched the bills and shook her head. Spending the money she earned wouldn't hurt. After all, she'd accepted money from several gang and mafia affiliates before. At the end of the day, the Joker was no different. Even if they had spent a few nights together.

Pulling out of the docks, Eva put the shame from her mind. Opting for thoughts of freshly brewed coffee and the best doughnuts in Gotham. The drive to Spud's would take about 20 minutes, but it was well worth it. Reaching for the dial on her radio, she turned up the volume.

Judy's in the front seat picking up trash

Living on the dole, gotta make that cash

Wont be pretty

Wont be sweet!

She's just sitting there on her feet

Singin

Oh Lord heaven knows,

We belong way down below

Way down below

Way down below.

Nodding her head to the beat, Eva zeroed in on the road ahead, accelerating to pass up several slow moving cars.

20 minutes later found her parking alongside Spud's Doughnut Hole, grabbing a $50 from the stack of bills, she went inside. Only to stumble a little at the rather unusual sight that greeted her. The place was incredibly busy, a bit weird for the early afternoon, doughnuts weren't exactly lunch based food. It wasn't until she looked at the counter that she found the cause. There in his Italian suited glory stood, billionaire, playboy, pretty boy, Bruce fucking Wayne. He seemed completely unbothered by his little entourage, choosing to remain fully engrossed in selecting his doughnuts.

The door clanged shut behind Eva, announcing her presence amid the noise of fangirls. One of the counter girls glanced up and shot her a smile, revealing the bit of skull jewelry wedged between her upper front teeth. "Eva!"

Smiling, and ignoring Wayne, the tattooist walked over to the display to greet one of her many clients. "Lorna! How are you? How's my masterpiece?"

Side eyeing Wayne, Lorna flushed. "I'll be in, in a couple months to wrap up the color. And I've got my hands full."

Raising an eyebrow, Eva smirked "I see that, am I the only one that doesn't turn into a flaunting mess around money?"

Flipping a fringe of purple hair out of her eyes, Lora glared. "You act like he's toxic waste."

Leaning forward, Eva looked over the selection "The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor."

The doughnut girl rolled her eyes, but froze. Noting the silence, Eva drew back up and found Lorna staring behind her "And, there is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher."

All she wanted was one day of normalcy. Last night brought Joker, and today from Bruce fucking Wayne. Turning, Eva greeted the billionaire with a smile. He returned it in kind "I apologize, I couldn't help overhearing…"

The shop seemed to go quiet as the pair sized each other up "I'd say it's rude to ease drop, but I'm not exactly quiet about my opinions."

Nodding, Wayne extended his hand "Bruce Wayne…"

Staring at his hand, Eva chuckled and shook it "I know, billionaire, playboy, the King of Gotham's elite…. I'm Eva."

Gifting her with his most charming smile, Wayne kept a gentle grasp on her hand. Coaxing out more than just her first name "Eva…?"

Lorna chose that moment to jump in "Evelina Anton, she's my tattoo artist."

She spun and pointed out the work on her back, a rather large and well detailed octopus darned the upper part of her shoulders with tentacles reaching down her shirt and curling around her arms. Wayne eyed the piece as he let go of Eva's hand. Recognition shined in his eyes. Reaching for his wallet, he pulled out a mint condition business card. Eva recognized it immediately. "Aww, yes Ms. Anton, I'm a rather recent admirer of your work."

A couple camera flashes went off at his hands, Eva glanced over her shoulder to glare at the offenders. She didn't need this kind of attention, heck she didn't even want it. Recovering from that thought, Eva put on her business face "Oh?"

Pocketing her card, he nodded. "Yes, I was hoping to have you commission a piece for me. Not a tattoo of course…"

The crowd shared a chuckle at his statement. Catching on that she was unimpressed with his joke, Wayne recovered himself "They look flawless on you and Lorna of course, but I'm not one for tattoos, on myself."

She was done playing his game, whatever it was. Eva just wanted her doughnuts and coffee. "If we could wrap this up Mr. Wayne, I have a session at the parlor starting in an hour, and I need to prep…"

Nodding, he continued. "I was hoping you'd be willing to do a painting for me."

A strange request "Mr. Wayne, I haven't picked up a paintbrush in several years."

He continued "Yes, Heather and Virgil told me, but I was hoping for the right price you'd be willing to make an exception."

Licking her lips, Eva eyed the billionaire. Suppose it wouldn't hurt, and knowing the client. The money would be good. "Tell you what Mr. Wayne, give me a call later this week and we can schedule a time to talk about what you want."

Thankfully, Lorna had prepared her usual order while Eva and Wayne had been chatting. Making for an easy escape. After saying goodbye to Wayne, the tattooist slipped out the door. All but throwing the box of doughnuts into the passenger seat. Taking a long swig of her coffee, she sighed. "I seriously need a vacation."

(Author's note: After many requests and questions about Gotham's favorite billionaire, I found a place to stick him in the story. Hopefully I did him justice, Bruce Wayne is not exactly my strong point when it comes to canon character depiction. Hope you all like it! And, yours truly is counting down the days to her two week solo trip to Germany. 5 months to go!)