Eva had found herself in a predicament. Yes, she was out of Arkham, but she didn't know what to do next. She couldn't go back to her apartment and there was no money for a motel. 'I could always steal the money, after all I am a convict' she thought. Quickly that notion was put out of her head, she wasn't about to get caught because she was dumb enough to try something without a plan. Then, she remembered that most of the inmates talked about using abandoned buildings as hideouts. Personally, Eva thought it was stupid, the first place the cops in movies looked is the abandoned warehouses, but she had no chose.
There were many out of business establishments in Gotham, for some reason no one really did much about them. Eva, along with many of the city's criminals, was thankful for that, but in more ways than one. She had ripped off the wooden boards that were nailed to the door of an inn she remembered fondly. This inn, on the outskirts of Gotham, had once belonged to her family.
Memories of her past filled her mind as she walked around the empty room that once was the lobby. The wallpaper was peeling, the floor was dusty, and she was pretty sure there were rats around. It didn't matter though, she still loved this place. She looked to the back wall, it had bullet holes. Gliding her hand across the wall, she recalled what happened.
Eva's parents weren't exactly on the right side of the law. After losing his job Eva's father had gotten into financial problems. She had been only five when that happened, and she learned to live with it the best she could. Seven years of dirty water, walking in candlelight and hardly any food took its toll on them though. The only thing that kept them from being homeless was the fact that they lived in a small inn that had been left to them by an old family friend who passed away. It had been her mother's dream to fix the place up and rent some of the rooms, but obviously there was no money for that. It was then that Eva's dad had had enough. He started to make deals with local crime bosses, he was a simple henchmen, but unlike others he was smart. Slowly, but surely, the money came in, and they finally opened the inn to the public. Although many of their guests were criminals in need of a hideout, they didn't mind. The gunshots sometimes heard from outside, on the other hand, were another story.
The fights outside the inn weren't the cause of the holes though.
Eva was eighteen at the time and not the best of moods that day. She had been teased again for her weight at school. Honestly, you'd think high school seniors would be a bit more mature about a pudgy girl, but no they were relentless. Right then all she wanted was to go home to her parents and read her books. That apparently, was too much to ask.
When she reached her home, she was immediately worried. There were police surrounding the entire area, blocking off everything.
"Sir, that's my home, let me in," she remembered crying. The man looked down at her and told her to go, that there would be trouble. She hadn't cared at that moment; all she wanted to know was if her parents were okay. That's when she did something only a fool would do, she ran past the police line and to the door. Inside there were more cops and many tried pulling her back. She was strong though, you had to be when you were a Gotham city henchman's daughter. Still she caught a glimpse of the sight.
Her mom stood against the wall, eyes wide in fear, and her father was in front of her with a gun in his hands. The police kept telling him to put down the gun, but he refused. It was only at his daughter's cry that he accidentally pulled the trigger, firing at the ceiling. That was cause enough for the cops to shoot. Eva still saw and heard her family's screams of pain as they were shot repeatedly. Many of the bullets had made their way through the bodies and left the cold reminder of Eva's loss on the wall.
Can you blame Eva for going crazy?