Frost placed an arm around the girl's waist and guided her to his car. By the time they reached it, Eva had lapsed into a daze. Her skin had grown clammy and her eyes were darting around wildly beneath her eyelids. Depositing her into the passenger seat, Frost stared at her. Recalling the night that he had first seen her. Terrified, yet fearless as she aimed a pistol at the Boss's head. On the drive back from her shop, Joker confessed that she intrigued him. "Mmmm, Frost I think I'm in love."

The boss had made claims like that many times before. Such declarations meant nothing, normally the subjects of such declarations did not last long. It was common knowledge among all in Gotham, Frost had that first hand. After all, he was the one that would find ways to dispose of the broken corpses that Joker left behind as he tore through the women of Gotham. Being the subject of the Boss's fascination tagged on a life expectancy of about a month.

Still, Frost knew something was different when Joker saw Eva for the second time at the Ice Burg Lounge. He noticed how the clown's eyes lit up when the tattooist lashed out at the creep that attempted to date rape her. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed as his boss licked his lips excitedly and sent Mickey after the attempted rapist with instructions to cut out the poor fuckers tongue and to cauterize the stub. Joker had given gifts to his women in the past, all gold and silver. He'd never given the gift of blood, the gift of revenge.

The fact that Eva was different from the others, was solidified when he saw the Boss come back one night from her place, covered in bruises and scratches. Normally, the act of fighting back would be rewarded with a bullet to the head. Yet, Joker was not angry, he was excited, as if Eva had managed to pass some insanely difficult test.

With a sigh, Frost leaned over the girl and buckled her in. The Boss was intent to keep her, for how long he wasn't exactly certain. In some ways, he felt Eva lucky, having the favor of a man like Joker was an honor. Even though she didn't know it yet, she'd never be without while she was the boss's lady. Everything would be at her fingertips, no one would dare touch her, she could easily walk up and down the streets of Gotham naked and not have to worry about being attacked. Word had and was spreading. The tattooist that ran Naughty Needles, belonged to the Clown Prince of Gotham, do wrong by her, you do wrong by the clown.

At that moment, Eva whimpered and her eyes opened to slits "Frost?"

He pulled away and stared at her "Yeah?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she looked away and spat one last wad of puke onto the ground. "Nothing, s'nothing. Take me home."

Sighing, Frost walked around and got into the driver side, she'd learn. In time she'd learn to appreciate what Joker could offer. He did, being his first in command had not been an easy gig to rise to. At times, Frost had felt similar to Eva, but here he was. By extent of the Joker, feared and respected by Gotham. "You'll learn to appreciate the Boss."

What followed was several minutes of silence and Eva staring out the window. At last she spoke "Does he fuck and brutalize ya too, Frost?"

The first in command balked for a second, eyes darting to meet the tattooist's. She knew the answer. The car had come to a stop at a light, and without a word, Eva unbuckled and got out the car. "Hey!"

Slamming the door behind her, Eva called. "We're done talking."

Pulling alongside the curb, Frost threw the car into park and went after here. "Eva! Get back in the car!"

She didn't look back, choosing to wobble her way down the alley that lead to her apartment. The walls created an echo of her muttering "No, no, no, no."

This was growing tiresome. "Eva!"

When she turned, her head spun a little bit and she lurched, barley catching another round of vomit. Swallowing back the bile, Eva screamed. "I said no! He can do what he wants to me, but if you fucking touch me, you're a dead man!"

Frost stopped in his tracks, realizing how real that threat was. Shaking her head, Eva steadied herself on the alley wall, fingers digging into the grime of the bricks. "He killed the last guy tha' touched me, what make s'you so special?"

He saw the boss then, it was in her eyes. The zeal of insanity that made his eyes electric, only to spiral and come out hollow. Eva's flashed the same way. His muscled clenched, as if at attention, such a response was only trigged when he was in the presence of the Joker. It was a feeling of respect, laced with terror.

Sneering, Eva pushed herself from the wall and turned her back on him. "Don't fucking follow me."

She had no intention of going home, the Joker would find her there. All she wanted to do was curl up someplace warm and sleep off the haze of alcohol and the hangover yet to come. As Eva, turned the corner at the head of the alley, she poked her head around. It seemed that Frost had headed her advice.

Rubbing the bridge between her eyes, Eva plotted a course to a nearby motel. There, she would take a shower, and sleep it off, without the possible and very likely intrusion of the Joker. Making her way towards her assumed safe haven, Eva remained oblivious to the car that appeared to be tailing her. Despite Frost's growing respect for her, he respected and feared the boss far more. He'd be a dead man if he didn't see Eva somewhere safely.