Until Lambs Become Lions

Chapter Five

Authors Note: A big uber thank you to everyone for following, favoriting, reviewing or all of the above(ing) this story! It means a lot to me. So, here's chapter five, hopefully moving things along in the next couple. AkA my villian is now chosen, muahahaha...enjoy

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Blake sat in a large maroon high back armchair in his study by a dying fire, chin in hand as he thought of Evy; of the encounters with her and Batman. He had gone too far even as the vigilante. His hormones were raging; he woke up with a hard-on, went to sleep with a hard-on, and sometimes went to work with one. Now he knew how Bruce felt, he decided. It was no wonder he had been a playboy. If he had tried to start a serious relationship there would always been a rift between them. There would always be a secret to be kept.

He was startled by the noise at his door, and reached for his service weapon. Father Reilly poked his head in and said his face grim, "John, Evy is here…" Blake rose to his feet with a wide smile which faded as his dear mentor shook his head. "It's not good." He moved aside and let Evy limp past him, head low as a scolded dog, her hair tousled, her hands and jeans grimed with dirt. Father Reilly ducked quietly out.

"Look at me," Blake ordered softly. "Evelyn," he walked over to her, and lifted her chin between his thumb and forefinger. She stared at him, mouth in a firm line as he took in the black, swollen eye, the cut on her cheek and dried blood at the corner of her mouth. Fury burned within him. "What happened?"

"Franko's men," she whispered. He let out a vicious string of curses, and brought her into his arms, squeezing tightly. She yelped and wriggled back. Brown eyes went to her side and without a word he gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "Blake!" she cried out and automatically crossed her arms across her breasts.

"I've seen them before." He muttered half to himself. His eyes were locked on the bruises that marred her left side. He spread a large, warm calloused hand over the side. "Will you let me do my job now?"

"I had them."

"Let me guess, the other guys look worse?" Blake moved away from her, shirt still in hand. He turned back toward her, and stood by the mantle, dark and brooding.

She dropped her arms to her side and held them out palms up. "What did you want me to do? They were in my apartment."

"You shouldn't have gone after them."

Evy crossed over to him, a frown in place. "How do you know about that?"

"I have a friend," his gaze finally went to her, and it dropped to her breasts encased in light blue lace. He walked away from her and came back a few seconds later with a damp wash cloth. "Sit." She did as she was told surprising both of them. He knelt in front of her dabbing at the blood on her face.

"I had them…" she muttered again. Blake let out a sigh and framed her face between his hands. Her grey eyes, brimming with tears sought his. And it hit him, right in the heart. He knew at that moment what she needed to hear.

"You did good Evy," he brushed a kiss across her lips. "I'm sure you beat the shit outta them." Her lips curved in a small smile. His hand went to the back of her neck and brought her closer. Her breath hitched and caught. "Stop me," he said softly. The words went in one ear and out the other as she closed the distance between them. He groaned against her mouth, and feasted as if he hadn't had his mouth on her an hour before. Evy let out a small breath. This is what she needed. Even if he was a billionaire or something just after a piece of ass, after the night she had this was good. His hands cupped her breasts even as he lowered her to the floor with him. She moaned against his lips and nipped at his lip. Hands shaking he pushed her bra up, and freed her breasts to the cool air. He stroked a nipple into a hard peak with just his thumb and dived into the heady kiss. She purred in delight as his lips found the crook of her neck, his tongue flicked out and licked her pulse point.

"Blake," she whispered. "I don't usually do this."

"I don't either," he replied even as his lips cruised down between her breasts. "Okay with it?" He paused in his ministrations. She sighed softly. "Not this soon then," he pressed a kiss to her forehead and tugged her bra back over her round, full breasts.

She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest in a defensive gesture. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for." Blake ran a hand over his short black hair, brown eyes conflicted. "Come on, I'll tuck you into bed." She stared at him dumbstruck. He held out his hand. "Trust me." She placed her smaller hand in his and was led away into a bedroom. She gazed at the dark red walls to the matching duvet cover. She glanced at him sideways, watching his moves as he pulled out a tee shirt from a tall oak chest of drawers. "Should fit…you're a little bigger up top then I am."

"A blessing and a curse," Evy admitted with a wry smile. "I can take the couch…"

"Nope, couch is mine." Blake turned down the bed as he spoke, watched out of the corner of his eye as she tugged on the tee shirt and shed her jeans, and then by some miraculous woman's trick pulled the bra out from the arm sleeve of the shirt. "Hop in." He stepped aside as she wiggled down onto the bed and under the sheets. "I'll get you some clothes for tomorrow."

"Blake, don't go back there," She sat back up, gripped his forearm. Grey eyes plead silently. "You don't know if they're still there."

"Don't worry; I'm calling in a favor." He kissed her forehead softly. "Go to sleep, you're safe here." He brought the blankets up to her chin and made sure she was snugly tucked away. Blake leaned down and kissed her lips gently. "Don't rush with me, Evy," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere." She made a sound that he took as agreement. "Good night."

"'Night." Evy murmured and rolled onto her unbruised side. Blake shut the door gently behind him. Without another thought he went to the Batcave and donned his suit. With sure, quick steps he climbed into the tumbler. To hell with the law, he decided and punched the accelerator.

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"We ruffled her feathers boss," Jimmy reported as Franko entered the warehouse. Franko glanced at his four men; all of them bore some kind of injury. He raised two thick black brows. "She got a few good shots in."

"Jimmy, you have two black eyes, what the hell did you do?"

"We cut the lights when she got there. Must've been on a date or something."

"Where is she now?"

"Safe from you," a gravelly voice replied, before Batman dropped in from above.

"Get the bat!" Franko shouted stumbling back. He turned tail to run and swore aloud as a wire wrapped around his ankles.

"I'll get to you," the Batman promised before attacking the goons. They came at him, fists and feet flying. Blake ducked, wove, avoided and led his own attack. He added his own injuries to the men and felt oddly proud that Evy had managed to do a number on them as well. When all was said and done and he was breathing heavily he tied up the criminals. They groaned as he brought them toward the door. "Sit." He ordered, the four plopped down and stayed. He approached Franko, slowly. "I didn't know she was your friend," Franko tried to scramble back, the wire cutting into his ankles. "I swear to God I didn't know!"

Batman crouched down, and his hands formed a steeple under his chin. "I'm going to paint you a picture Franko," he began softly. "A young boy who had had a new family, who would have had his own room, a mother who loved him dearly, can you picture that?"

"Yeah, sure, course I can."

"Now imagine a low-life," he gripped Franko's shirt and lifted him to his feet and shoved him against a stack of crates. "Comes along and shoots that young boy and leaves a woman heartbroken."

Franko began to laugh, instead low and then went high pitched, hysterical tears ran down his face. "You have no fucking idea what's happening in Gotham. A kids dead, but soon enough it'll be every first born.' Franko spat. "There's a storm coming Batty, get ready for it." Blake frowned and without another thought slammed his head into Franko's. The mob boss went out like a light. Batman gathered his criminals and began the journey to Gotham PD. He strung the men up in front of the door and left a note.

By the time he was back to the manor it was nearing morning. Before he changed he checked in on Evy. The form in the bed was still. He eased back out of the room and turned, right into the angry gre eyed gaze. "What's this? The best two outta three?" She asked angrily. Batman opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "It's fine for you to track me down at my apartment, but this, this is not my apartment."

"I can see that," he replied.

Evy tilted her chin up then cocked her head to the side. "You're bleeding."

"I am." Batman slowly backed away. Her gaze fell to the couch behind him, it was empty. "He went to the bathroom." The vigilante said as if reading her thoughts. "Have good night." Without another word he went out a window. Evy pursed her lips and went back into the bedroom. In no time she heard the door open and close. The door creaked open and she saw Blake's silhouette checking on her before it closed again. "Lucy you got some 'splaining to do." She whispered to herself.