#eva smith

Bruce had kept tabs on her, nothing raised alarm bells except for a dalliance and eventual marriage to Jonathan Crane that concerned him. Eva did not pretend to be a playboy wastrel like him, no, she was working for her family in the shipping industry, headed several charities and gave the appearance of just an ordinary woman…with a penchant for the occult and famous psychiatrist for a husband.

Figures she’d continue her line of work even after he released her of a lifetime of servitude from the League. She works independently he supposes. Ra’s al Ghul was gone, he’d seen him die as he pulled Henri Ducard to safety as the cult temple burned when Eva went off script.

“Well, if the mountain doesn’t go to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain.” Eva keeps the knife to his throat as their encounter turns from a meticulously planned out ambush to former lovers falling back into old habits.

Even if she was married to Crane and he being forced to witness his Rachel feel disgusted by his persona, the Batman wishes the Witch had ambushed him at a party or Wayne Manor instead of an empty clock tower where she teases him for his choice of attire. He knows for a fact that the Cranes are not entirely monogamous and a fuck for old time’s sake might help him forget Rachel for now.

Bruce could easily overpower her, take her as his prisoner and yet he lets her pin him underneath her like all those times back when they were Ra’s al Ghul’s prized pupils. Those times ended always ended with the winner of those sparring matches stealing a kiss from the loser and this fight ends the same as all those before it.

“Do you still hate me?” he asks forgetting to mask his voice as he remembers how she begged him to let her kill Ducard and calling him a gutless coward when he refused.

Ra’s al Ghul was dead, there had been no need to kill Henri Ducard as well, or so he had believed. The Witch had argued that Ducard was the true power, that the man he killed was not the true leader of the League of Shadows, but a decoy.

You are the biggest fool I’ve ever met, Wayne, she had seethed before leaving his life for nearly a decade.

"Eva..." Jack ventured hesitantly upon entering the lounge and observing his girl friend opening the equivalent of Pandora's box.

"Jaaack..." Eva replied in mocking sing song. Why didn't he trust that she knew what she was doing?

"Tell me that isn't an Ouija board," Jack groaned as she slid the heart shaped pointer onto the coffee table. It skated toward him like an arrow seeking its target and he reached out to stop its trajectory toward the floor. No sense in angering the spirits before they'd even begun.

"All the mirrors are covered," Eva assured him with dismissive wave of her hand.

"That isn't funny. Not after last time," he commented, thinking of the evil blonde who'd taken her place and dressed him like a Ken doll to her Barbie. Thankfully, Eva trapped her doppelgänger back where she belonged and he could throw out the self tanner.

"This doesn't have anything to do with Ava," Eva explained.

"Then who are we contacting?" Jack asked warily. "And don't give me the bullshit line you used last time about it being a dearly departed aunt, okay? I'm not stupid."

Eva chuckled as she shook her head. Then her tone turned serious. "I can't tell you that."

Jack sat on the sofa next to her dumbfounded. There wasn't anything they didn't share. "We don't keep secrets from each other, Evie," he reminded her.

However, the fact that a demon named Amos had been watching them fuck for the past month wasn't something she was ready to share. Jack was far from stupid, but he was still clueless about Amos' post coital recaps, which were hardly flattering. Eva intended to maintain his blissful ignorance even as she asked for his help appealing for privacy.

"Come on, tell me," Jack cajoled, rubbing her shoulders.

"Just an old roommate," she shrugged with a nonchalant smile. And as her manicured hands rested atop the pointer, she hoped Amos would behave himself when she asked, "Is anyone there?"

As Jack finally placed his fingertips across from hers, the white plastic began to slide to the upper portion of the board indicating yes.

"Amos?" she asked, averting her eyes from Jacks' inquisitive stare.

The pointer wavered before returning to "yes."

"Are you going to leave us in peace?" Eva asked firmly. "It's time."

The tension beneath their fingers subsided, the heart shaped object gone still suddenly. After a beat, Jack turned to Eva with a triumphant smile. "I think that's another yes." But then the object nearly slid out of their hands with a force almost too great to contain as it spelled out the demon's answer.