Until Lambs Become Lions

Chapter Four

Night had fallen over Gotham, wrapping her dark shrouds around the city. It was a welcome sight to Evy as she stood at one of her large living room windows, a cup of hot tea in hand. In front of her, laid out on the oak coffee table, was a dismantled .9 millimeter pistol. She drained the last of her tea and set the snoopy mug to the side. She sat on the plush green couch and with nimble, experienced fingers began to assemble the gun. Her eyes shifted briefly to her iPhone as it began to sing "pocketful of sunshine".

John Blake

iPhone

She ignored the call, then the voice mail, and then the text. They had done dinner earlier that week and it had been fabulous. Yes, fabulous was there word. They had gotten a pizza, loaded, to go and rented an action packed thriller, and then—then she found out just where he lived. Wayne Manor, the entire East Wing was his. She shook her head as she loaded bullets into the magazine. Knowing her luck he was probably some lonely billionaire who just wanted a piece of ass. But God, she let out a purely female sigh, the walk through the gardens behind the house, with a strong arm looped around her waist, now that—that had been delightful. But, she thought as she snapped the magazine into place, I can't let him walk. "Won't let him walk," she stated out loud, grey eyes hard. She rose brushed her hands on her dark jeans and tucked the gun into the back of her waistband, tucking the edge of her black tee over it. She corralled her curls into a ponytail and made sure her will and letters to Blake, Father Reilly and Commissioner Gordon were on the counter. Just in case. She shrugged on her leather jacket and left her home. Her iPhone sat on the coffee table, buzzing and singing into the darkness.

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Blake set his phone aside once more on the desk littered with files and notes. He tapped his long, square tipped fingers against his lips. "The date went well," He murmured to himself. "I didn't kiss her again—well, I never kissed her in the first place, but still, kept the ole boy in check. The meetings went well. Finnocetti's being brought in tomorrow—" He froze as realization dawned. "Jesus Christ Evelyn." With one more muttered curse he pushed a button beneath his desk and was swooped down into the Batcave.

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She waited in the shadows, tucked away from prying eyes, like a jaguar ready to pounce. Her gray eyes shifted over the alleyway onto the worn down warehouse. Supposedly abandoned, but her sources had said that was Fionncetti would be. She spotted a window finally and hefted herself onto a nearby dumpster. With a grunt she struggled to climb onto the sill, huff and puffing she made it. "Gotta get back to the gym Carter." She muttered to herself. She rubbed a hand across the grimy glass and noted the door at the far end of the building and the light peeking through the crack. "Hello boys."

Evy pried the window open and squeezed, wiggled and swore her way through the crack. With a muttered curse she dropped to the floor, needles of pain shooting up her ankles. She straightened and had no more than taken two steps than a force from her right knocked her into the wall. "What the—" Her words were cut off by a gloved hand on her mouth. She stared wide eyed at a very irate Batman.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled as he removed his hand, brown eyes boring into her soul. She tried to move away from him, but he pushed her against the wall once more. Her temper snapped.

"I have had it up to here," she slashed a hand across her neck. "With men pushing me up against walls this week."

"Maybe you shouldn't be so focused on going after a mob boss and it wouldn't happen." Batman shot back and pinned her harder as she struggled. Evy chided herself mentally for her racing pulse and quick stir of excitement.

She tossed her chin up. "I can handle it." His eyes narrowed and his hands dropped from her arms to her ass. "Hey—"

"With your little pea shooter?" Batman asked, her .9 milimeter in hand. Evy flushed in the darkness and snatched it back, tucking it safely away. "Leave this to me. Franko and his men aren't even here." He turned away from the fuming Evy. With a snarl she lunged, snagged his cape of all things and hurled him into the wall. Bemusement flickered briefly in his eyes before he gripped her arms and switched their positions. "I told you I'm sick of the wall!" Her voice echoed through the empty warehouse.

"Then do as you're told1" He snapped. "There are people who care about you."

"Let me go."

"Maybe I like you here," he whispered dangerously. Evy stilled beneath his hands, sought his eyes in the dark. His hands were wrapped around her wrists and with a slow move he brought them above her head. She bit back a whimper.

Blake, what the hell are you doing? Batman thought angrily. You're playing with fire. And as Batman no less.

Evy bucked against him, caught him off guard. Out of pure instinct Batman wrapped his arms around her and tried to cushion the fall. They landed with a solid 'thwack' to the floor. Evy groaned and rolled onto her back. "I told you not to." His response was to roll on top of her and straddled her hips. He clasped her wrists in a strong iron grip and pinned them above her head. "This isn't the wall." He whispered gruffly. Evy squirmed in between strong thighs. How was he to know that being pinned made her hot and aroused? Blake watched her from behind the mask and read her actions exactly, and smirked.

Evy bucked, squirmed, wiggled and fought, but to no avail. "Finished?" He asked dryly.

"Not yet," she replied and swung her leg up and wrapped it around him like a serpent encircling her prey. Instead of being thrown to the side, he stayed as he was sturdy as a boulder. His free hand went to her hip and rested. She scowled and let out a warning growl. Intrigued, curious, aroused Blake pushed him pelvis forward. Even through the leather and material of the suit he could feel her heat. He leaned forward and watched her bite that full bottom lip. "Stop me."He whispered brining his mouth closer to hers. "For God sakes Evy, stop me," His lips closed over hers. His hand went from hip to one full breast, squeezing it firmly through her shirt and bra. Her gasp gave his tongue entry to explore her mouth with a sensuous tongue. Her tongue met his in a shy dance and it went straight to her loins. She groaned against his mouth and arched her hips into hi. "Mhmm, Blake," she murmured against his mouth.

Batman retreated slightly, shocked. "What?"

She sighed beneath him, rubbed a hand over her face. "You're not Blake…he's…I'm sorta seeing him." The caped crusader nodded while Blake did an imaginary happy dance. "I'm—I'm sorry."

"Maybe he can stop you from doing foolish things?" Batman muttered. "Think the boy would be mad if I visited?"

"I doubt you'd want to."

"I'll take that as a yes. Go home."

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It wasn't until she was home that Evy realized she had never told him her name. Resigned she picked up her iPhone and checked her voicemail.

"Evy it's Blake, call me. Any second."

"Listen up doctor," Franko's voice filled her ear and chilled her to the bone. "I hear from a little birdie that you came looking for me tonight, well guess what, the hunter is now the hunted. Good luck." She listened to it three times before the lights she had turned on, flickered and the living room went black. "Well, shit." She muttered, and felt a cool breeze from her windows. She hadn't opened her windows. She clicked her phone on and caught a glimpse of the fist coming at her before it met its target. Evy cried out and spun away, hand to her cheek. The attack came from all sides. She kicked, punched and whirled blindly through the room, bumping into furniture, before she felt the wall at her back. She steadied her breathing, tried to listen. Run, Her subconscious commanded. Run Evy, this is your apartment you know the layout, run.

No, she argued. No more runnin' Not now. Not yet. This lambs gonna become a lion. No sooner had she finished the thought a fist found her stomach. She grunted, but brought he knee up into a stomach and then aimed lower. Her enemy groaned, fell to his knees and her elbow met his face. With one down she still wasn't sure how many were left. She was bleeding from somewhere on her face, she could feel it sliding. She moved forward, eyes sharp in the dark and was brought down from the back. She shoved her knee into some part of his body and then head butted him. The knock threw her for a loop and blurred her vision. With what she had left in her she bolted for the door and fled.