Thanks everyone that has reviewed! I didn't think this story would get such a positive reaction, so I am glad to know that it is being enjoyed. I finally figured out that all I had to do was switch off my Virus Protection to get Open Office downloaded... Yeah, I'm not too bright. C'est La Vie.

"Anything new?"

Jim Gordon pulled his firm grip of sight over Gotham City to face the deep, raspy voice that had affronted him on top of Police Headquarters. "Only the autopsy report. Thought you might find it interesting that I'm reclassifying the case."

The Batman took the papers that Gordon had handed him and began to read the report. "Pregnant?" He wasn't shocked, but appalled, though if any trace of emotion was in his voice, Gordon couldn't find any.

He nodded his head, "It's being reclassified to a double-homicide." Batman, finished with the papers, handed them back to the Detective and reached into his utility belt to fish out a tiny bag containing what appeared to be exactly what it was. "A cuff link?"

"The only evidence I could find after your men swept through there."

"Any information?"

"A smudged partial print."

"Any trace as to what type of suit it belongs to?"

The Batman only smirked at his working partner. "I'm working on it."

Eva Gordon sat at her desk in Wayne Tower, tapping her pen on top of the note pad she used to dictate letters and such from Mr. Bruce... er, Mr. Wayne. She was so confused. Her boss was her friend. Her only friend in this huge city, was her boss. Returning to Gotham had definitely proved interesting. She starts dating a jet setting multi-millionaire, meets the Dark Knight at her back door stoop, and goes apartment hunting with Bruce Wayne himself. Speaking of Bruce, he was supposed to be in his office an hour ago. A man named Alan Scott had been sitting in the waiting area, albeit patiently, for about 45 minutes. She looked over to the man and smiled. He smiled back.

"I'm really sorry. I'm sure he'll be in any minute."

"It's fine. I've learned one thing over the years: Patience really is a virtue."

Eva smiled again and decided to pick up the phone and call her repetitiously tardy employer, on his cell phone, which was quite weird for her. Usually she just called Wayne Manor and one way or another Alfred the butler would relay the message. But since this was business related (and, she assumed, that would be the only reason Bruce Wayne would ever give her his private number), she decided to start dialing. It rang. Then rang again. Then some more...

"Eva! Check out time already?"

How jovial. "Mr. Wayne-"

"Bruce."

"Mr. Wayne," she persisted, matter of factly. The last thing she wanted was someone from the Gotham Broadcasting Company to catch her calling her boss by his first name. "A Mr. Alan Scott is here for you." Eva turned toward the wall her computer was against in the hopes that it would muffle out her voice against the visitor. "He's been waiting for over an hour to make your appointment." A slight exaggeration , but she wanted to get the point across.

"Has he now?" Came the reply, only it wasn't over the phone. Eva turned suddenly to see her boss standing in front of her desk. Bruce clicked his phone shut and gave her a smile while walking over to his guest and greeting him. She gave a small smile to her notepad she had been tapping so diligently with her pen not five minutes before, as the two men walked into Bruce's office and shut the door.

Bruce Wayne really was charming. It was easy for Eva to see how women could fall for him. Not that that would ever happen to her.

"So have you made up your mind?"

Bruce Wayne sat comfortably at his desk, looking intently at Eva, who was situated in the chair adjacent. She wrinkled her nose in thought as how to tactfully reciprocate the thoughts she had been thinking since their apartment expedition. "I actually really liked the last apartment we looked at. It was just the right... size." And the right price, she thought.

"Good, I'll call Lance and have him begin the process."

"It's just..." Eva began, not quite sure how to get to the point.

"It's just... What?" he prompted.

Oh to hell with it. "It's just that this job is only temporary," she began while unconsciously squeezing the pen she had gripped between her fingers. "I started thinking about that while we were viewing some of the apartments. I mean, I've been submitting my resume to every place I can think of, but as of yet, no returns." She took a pause. Bruce looked like he was listening. So she lapsed on. "I just don't want the whole thing to be fruitless if I have to move back in with my parents." Now he was staring out of his window. After a long moment, he turned back and smiled at her.

"This is Wayne Enterprises, I'm sure you would be a valuable asset to the company somewhere. Don't worry about that."

Before Eva had a chance to respond, a male voice called out a hello from the main office. She quickly got up and went to greet the stranger. "May I help you?"

"I'm looking for a ... Miss Eva Gordon?"

"I am she."

"Great. Sign here to verify and we're all set."

The courier handed her a clip board, which she signed, then dutifully handed over a package to her: a small white box with blue ribbon wrapped around it and tied in a bow on top. "I'll give it to Mr. Wayne right away. Thank you."

The man looked at her incredulously and smirked. "The delivery is for you." Baffled, she looked at the box as the courier went through the double doors and headed back to the elevator.

"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Bruce said, peering from behind her.

Curiosity peeking her interest, she carefully untied the bow and then slipped the top of the box off. What she found inside baffled her even more. Staring up at her was what appeared to be a diamond bracelet. And those diamonds were no small matter. Bruce gave an astonished chuckle. "Looks like you did something right."

Eva turned and glared up at him then back down at the bracelet. She was half way afraid to touch it. "Yeah, or a way for me to pay rent once Anette comes back."

Bruce laughed. "What does the card say?"

Slowly, she opened the envelope and slid out the card. Tearing her eyes off the bracelet, she began to read aloud the card's message.

Just a little Sparkle to brighten your day.

-- Aaron

Now, she really was confused.