AN: Once again, thanks to my wonderful reviewers. I didn't get around to replying to the reviews this go around, but I will for this chapter. Thanks again!...and also, thanks to Ludacris and his bloody "money maker" for being stuck in my head ALL DAY LONG...I don't even listen to music like that. Weird, very weird.

This was supposed to be the rest of chapter 2, but I decided to split it up for reasons that are seemingly absurd. So I took the rest of the chapter and put it in with three. Confused?? I am. Alright, enough talk. Get to reading and reviewing!!!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Batman Begins.

Straight ahead was a rather large floor to ceiling window which seemed to have a certain ephemeral quality to it. Even from her vantage point, Eva could see the rather breath taking view of Gotham City. Moving slowly, she opened the glass door and walked into office. It was seemingly empty, and she thought for a moment that perhaps she had walked into the wrong office, except for Annette's name plate on the desk. She decided to walk over to the window and check out the view. Eva could see almost everything this side of Gotham; she even thought she had found her parents house at one point. Skyscrapers were all over the area, but none were like the one she was in. It seemed that this is where it all led, everything, every street, every point in the city led to Wayne Tower. Eva stepped a little closer to the glass and looked down at the sidewalk. Were those moving dots or people walking around down there? She quietly laughed out loud–she couldn't tell.

"Nice view?" The calm, soothing voice startled Eva and she abruptly turned her black booted feet to face the man addressing her. What she saw was a vaguely familiar face looking at her with a very cool smile plastered across it. She couldn't immediately place where she had seen the man, but she definitely knew she had seen him before. Besides, it wasn't likely she would forget a face like his. Whoever he was, he was very good looking.

"Um, yeah, er, sorry. I was waiting for Annette. I'm here for an interview." Eva hated being caught off guard and she hoped that he couldn't tell.

"Annette had a doctor's appointment," the man looked at his wrist watch. "She should be returning shortly. Can I get you something while you wait, Miss-?"

"Gordon, Eva Gordon. And no, thank-you." she smiled and he returned the gesture.

"Very nice to meet you Miss Gordon." The rather large man walked over to Eva and extended his hand towards her. "I'm Bruce Wayne." So this is Bruce Wayne, she thought. No wonder she vaguely recognized him. "Annette is my secretary, as I'm sure you're aware. Which means if you are hired for the job, I would be the egotistical, arrogant, bastard you would take orders from." Eva gave a nervous laugh while taking his hand and shaking it; she wasn't sure if he was joking or being blatantly honest. Bruce couldn't help but laugh at her nervousness.

"I'm joking," he said. "I'm not really a bastard." Eva relaxed a bit and laughed.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Wayne." Annette hadn't told her that she would be Bruce Wayne's secretary. That tiny fact would explain why it was so hard to find someone to feel her shoes.

Eva eyed him closely. He looked every bit the role of billionaire. He was dressed superbly in a crisp blue suit, hair combed slightly back, and he had an air about him. He was completely confident, but he had kind, compassionate eyes. She knew automatically that she would like him, would like working for him. Besides, if she aced the job, that would be one hell of a recommendation.

Bruce was having a hard time keeping his eyes from wandering all over Eva. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but there was something striking about her. It wasn't as if she was super model beautiful with her dark brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and porcelain skin. No, he decided, she was much more attractive than that. A part of him hoped Annette hired her and a part of him hope she didn't. Bruce started to feel awkwardly nervous. Nervous? He never felt nervous. Eva started to say something, to break the silence that neither one of them seemed to notice, until Bruce shifted his position, but as if on cue, the phone in Bruce's office rang.

"Excuse me." He smiled at her then turned and walked into his office. She stared after him for a moment and then decided to resume her city watching, faintly hearing his voice talking into the phone.

"I'm so sorry I'm late."

Eva recognized the gentle voice speaking and turned around to face Annette.

"I had a doctor's appointment and I figured I would have been in and out of there, but you know how flaky those things can get. You're either in and out faster than you got pregnant or you're practically waiting your whole entire pregnancy for the appointment to be over." Eva laughed at the spunk coming from the much shorter woman. "Please, have a seat. I don't want to keep you waiting any longer than you have been."

"It's okay, really. I was just enjoying the scenery. That's a beautiful view of the city." Eva said while walking over to the chair Annette had motioned her toward and then taking her seat.

"I know. That's one of my favorite things about coming to work: the beauty of Gotham in the morning." Annette twitched in a movement of annoyance before returning to her smile. "I guess we better get on with things before the little buster decides to come." She pulled out Eva's resume from her desk and began looking it over. "You know, I could interview you like a mad person, but in all honesty, I really don't think I have to. From the looks of your resume, you are more than qualified for the job. Are you sure you want to take it? It's nothing permanent and surely you'll get bored?"

This talk disgruntled Eva a bit. Was Annette trying to talk her out of the job?

"Honestly, I don't mind that it's only temporary. I really just need a little something until I am able to find something else. I think working for Bruce Wayne would be a great opportunity to see what exactly the business world of Gotham is all about." Annette made a funny face.

"I never told you about Mr. Wayne."

"I kind of figured it out."

"And you're okay with that? Most of the people I have interviewed have been just plain psychotic over that fact."

"Why wouldn't I be okay with that? Besides, the way I see it, having a recommendation with Bruce Wayne's name on it has to be pretty impressive, more so than just meeting him." She couldn't deny the fact that, yes he probably would be a distraction to work with or for if she let him be one. But she wouldn't let him become one.

Eva noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and glanced up to see Bruce standing in his doorway. He took notice of her, smiled, then quietly shut his door. Annette went quiet, eerily quiet. Eva wondered if she should say something, then noticed that she was reading over the resume again. She was pondering everything over in her head. She knew that Eva was more than qualified, the girl looked sane enough, and she had minor experience in an office. Of course, the experience really wasn't an issue. It's easy to learn the inner workings of an office, as long as you can remember the routine.

What the hell, Annette thought. Her feet were swollen, her back hurt, and if she had to struggle to get out of that chair one more time...

"Okay then, I guess it's settled." She smiled at Eva. "All I have to do is wait for your background check to clear. It shouldn't take much longer, maybe a couple more hours. Personnel is awfully fast with those things. Is this a number I can reach you at?" Annette pointed to the number typed across Eva's resume.

"Yes," she nodded. "It's my parents phone. I don't have a cell phone at the moment."

"Okay then, I will give you a call as soon as Personnel gets back to me with the BC and let you know something." She paused for a moment, wondering if she should say this right now or wait. Better to be sure, she thought. "Would you possibly be able to come in tomorrow morning and start? That is, if everything checks out." Eva smiled broadly after hearing that.

"Yes, yes of course."

"Great, then I will give you call later, Eva." Annette extended her hand as she struggled to get out of the chair, but failed miserably. "You'll forgive me if I don't stand." Eva gave a light chuckle as Annette smiled up at her.

"Thank you Annette and hope to here from you soon." She then glanced over to Bruce's door, which was still shut, then strolled out of the office.

XXX

The gentle knock came upon the door and Bruce Wayne quickly sat up in his chair.

"Yes?" he said as the door opened. It was Annette. He gave her a small smile. She looked miserable. In fact, she looked more and more miserable every time he saw her. He was glad he wasn't capable of bearing children.

"Sorry to bother you sir, I just wanted to let you know I've found a replacement."

"Great. Here, have a seat." Bruce motioned for Annette to sit in one of the chairs in his office, but she refused by vigorously shaking her head.

"Thank-you, but I'm afraid if I sit, I may not be able to get up."

He gave a nervous laugh. She had red hair and was pregnant; it seemed to him a dangerous combination.

"Her name is Eva Gordon, she has a degree in business law and seems very professional and capable. I think she will get on fine."

So she decided to go with Eva? Part of Bruce was glad, the other part wasn't sure. He nodded.

"Yeah, we met while she was waiting. I think she'll do fine. When does she start?"

"Tomorrow, God willing the BC goes through." Yes, he thought, God willing. He wasn't sure if it was just him, but Annette seemed to be getting moodier and moodier...

XXX

Eva Gordon was thrilled, to say the least. She realized that she was incredibly lucky to have gotten a job on the first day, even if it wasn't exactly what she had been looking for, and from the looks of Wayne Tower, it would be a very nice start. She wasn't worried about the "BC" as Annette had called it. Being the only daughter of a police officer and having an actively involved mother, even in a city as corrupt as Gotham, she never dared to seriously defy her parents. In college, she had gone to a few parties, drank a little, but was honestly more intent on starting her own life than being stuck in what she considered limbo, or just college. Not that she didn't enjoy her college experience, because she did; Eva left with some really wonderful friends, people that she knew would be around for the rest of her life. It's just that the experience seemed a little unrealistic. Needless to say, she wasn't the most popular girl on campus.

Eva walked towards the parking garage where she had parked her father's Buick. The car was an older model, but still drove nicely. On his off days, Det. Gordon had a hobby of working on cars. It was a passion that would show through how well the car looked and performed. She could remember, as a little girl, her father poking and prodding around on their family car, he trying to show her the various parts on the vehicle and she being oblivious to what he was showing her. Eva always took up better with the things that her mother would show her, especially cooking. She loved to cook. That was one passion that was passed on. Her mother and she could spend all day inside a kitchen and have fun doing it.

Memories flooded through her mind of things that sweetened her heart as she got into the car and began to drive away. Eva always considered herself lucky, especially growing up in Gotham. She knew that most kids didn't have what she did, didn't have the stable family that she had, didn't have the loving home, the supportive life that she was so blessed to have. And for that, Eva never once took it for granted. As a child late at night, when she was supposed to be in bed, she could hear her father come home from a very long day at work, exhausted and emotionally spent. He would creep into he and his wife's room, she would creep into the bathroom which was right next to their room, and listen as he slowly peeled away the horrors of the day. Going to public school in Gotham also gave her more of an idea of just how hard some kids had it. At a young age, Eva realized these things and felt immense compassion in her heart for those that didn't have it as easy as her. She often wondered if the state of Gotham was the reason that her parents had never had more children. She wondered if they even wanted more children, period. She knew that her father loved her and he wouldn't have changed anything about her, but she also knew that deep down, he really wanted a son, as well. So when she came home one spring day during her senior year of highschool, it came as a big shock, for all of the said reasons, when her parents told her that she was going to be a big sister. Eva was happy, of course, but even happier when a few months later they found out that the baby was a boy. She left that fall for college, went through the whole semester, then came home on winter break, still awaiting the birth of her brother. Nothing happened. The break flew by, and Eva was worried that she would have to go back to Metropolis before the baby was born. On her last day at home, while she was in her room packing her bags, she heard her mother scream. Eva ran downstairs to see what had happened and saw a flood of fluid all around her mother's feet.

"Mom?"

"My water...it broke! Call your father. Tell him to meet us. You're going to have to drive me to the hospital."

And so, that was how Connor was born. A year later, news came of another pregnancy, only this one wasn't as easy. Once again, Eva was away at school, and once again, her parents were to have a boy. Only this time around, things were full of complications. Justin kept trying to come then decide not to. Her mother went into premature labor four times starting in her fifth month before finally giving birth 6 weeks before her due date. Eva wasn't there, but her father told her all about it. Justin was a trouble maker, he had said. Got himself tangled in the cord, had to be delivered through C-Section, apparently, almost killing both himself and their mother in the process. So, Jim Gordon put his foot down and told his wife no more babies. Three was enough. And now, four years later, Eva found herself being absolutely consumed by both of her brothers. She couldn't be happier, and she noticed that her parents weren't doing too badly themselves.

Before she knew it, she had made her way home. Eva was partly shocked that she had managed to drive all over Gotham and not kill someone or even injure the car with her rusty driving skills. She turned into the drive way of the small two-story home, got out of the vehicle, and ran straight away into the house, anxious to tell everyone her news.