A/N

I'm so sorry this has taken FOREVER.

Thank you for all the great reviews, and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter. It took me a while to get my head back into it.

I'm also going to say now there may be mistakes as it's completely unbeta'd at the moment.

There is also bad language and smut throughout, but what did you expect, really? C'mon, it's Digger. :)

Enjoy!

I look at Digger sitting across from me still dressed in his tux, his hair wild from our night and I can't help but smile.

Though I can't say I look any better in my dress, my hair crimped in the most bizarre way and poking out weirdly around my head. But we both sit contently, waiting for our breakfast in this little rundown Café about ten minutes from my place.

Or should I say our place, now?

Digger doesn't seem to care for the strange looks, so neither do I. But I miss my toothbrush.

"Yah a magnificent little creature in the mornin', love." Digger finally chirps up, capturing my attention. I'm a little tired, but overall, I'm feeling pretty good. In fact, I feel like I can take on the world right now.

"You're a Wookie," I smirk playfully. The little shits trying to insult my gracious morning attire and new the-day-after-the-night-before look. How dare he.

"Yah hair says 'I've been fucked in each hole.' Ya know that?"

"Well, yours says 'Help'. Because seriously, what the hell is going on with that?" He looks at me sharply and I wave my fingers at him trying to be cute.

"I was complimenting ya!"

"Don't try to pass off an insult to my sex hair as-" He grins and I know I've done it again. I just exhale. Not even my face flushes anymore. Digger licks his teeth, trying to hide his smile and sits upright as if he won this round while the waitress places our food in front of us. "…Thanks."

Digger doesn't waste time and delves straight into his eggs. "So, bird, tell me, I did the shit, classical, pansy bit and now I'm thinkin', what yeh gonna do for me?"

"As per usual. I have no idea what you are talking about." I say blandly, picking up my toast and biting a piece.

"I wanna fuck ya asshole." He holds his hands up in his proclamation. My toast becomes jammed in my throat and I scrabble for my coffee, spluttering. "Don't die on me before I even get a chance."

Finally, I'm able to breathe and I scowl at him laughing at me. "That's disgusting."

"Just testin' the waters. Some kittens love it some don't, just like belly scratches."

"Are you referring to women as kittens…. actually…do not answer that."

"Worth a shot, though, eh?"

"We're not even married and I can see us getting a divorce." I purposefully stab my egg on my words, my eyebrows raised. "I must be crazy."

"Ay, now. I'm sittin' right here yah know."

"How could I forget." He kicks my foot under the table making me drop my forkful of food.

"Sorry, bird."

"Do you guys need anything?" The waitress asks as my dropped forkful finally reaches my mouth. Typical.

"Yeah, two toasties to go." I frown at Digger's order and he catches my eye as the waitress leaves. "So we don't have to cook lunch. I got big plans, doll."

Big plans involve nothing but some crap movie on the TV and the duvet covering us both. We sit a long while in silence as the film plays out, until I get bored.

"So, when are we getting married?" I ask, peering up at him from underneath his arm draped over me. "I like Summer."

"As soon as possible," Digger replies flippantly, gnawing on his nail. "Eunice Harkness. Has a nice ring to it."

"I thought you didn't like your name."

"I hate the name George," he says with spite as if it was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "Was the name of the old man who knocked me Ma about. The name she used ta shout when they disappeared…" I see his jaw tick as he says it, his eyes trailing off to the side along with his voice. Obviously its raised old an old memory of his.

"I'm sorry."

"Ain't ya problem, love. You would've liked my mum, though." I would have liked his mum. For some reason that makes me sad and I keep my mouth shut to not press him any further. "You would've got on like a house on fire. She was fulla life an a heart big enough for the entire human race. She still loved me when I robbed the neighbors."

"You what?"

"They were spoilt little shits and I wanted to teach the brats a lesson. Caught red handed and me Ma had to come and get me. I was thirteen." He chuckles. "Never caught again after that. You live an learn."

"You're a bad example."

"To who? You?"

"No, to the younger generation."

He shifts a little next to me, kissing his teeth. "Nah, I wouldn't have my kids or anybody's kids encouraged into my line of work."

My curiosity gets the better of me. "Do you want kids?"

Quietly he turns to face me, a frown on his face. "Why?"

I'm already blushing because my question was innocent and now I feel like I'm trying to suggest something. "I'm just curious. That's all."

Digger's smile is massive like it always is when he knows I'm uncomfortable. "With you, I'd want a small Harkness army."

"That would take a long time." My eyes drop to his arm over me, the hand now on my breast, massaging suggestively.

"We better get started, then." I'm startled when his other hand touches my thigh under the duvet.

"You're insane."

"You know what they say about the crazy ones. Come on, Euna, where's your sense of adventure?" When he begins to stand I realize he's serious. He takes me and the duvet up into his arms and begins to walk towards the bedroom.

The muscles in my legs still ache from last night but I grip helplessly to him and watch his sight roam across my face with his bottom lip between his teeth. I smile at him. He throws me down on the mattress and I bounce ungracefully as the air leaves my lungs. "Digger!" I try to fend him off and start laughing when he tickles my sides, eventually pulling on the waist of my pajama bottoms. He yanks them down my legs and situates himself between my thighs with his own sweats half way to his knees as we stay half tangled up in the duvet.

He's terribly impatient.

The head of his cock is then rubbed teasingly against me and I bite my lip in anticipation. I love it when he looks feral.

Slowly he begins to enter me and he groans out expressively, "you were made for me, darl'." He pulls back and thrusts harder and I grab his biceps that are keeping him sturdy above me. His pace quickens and the sensation of him, along with his frantic movements form the stirrings of my release that cause me to hum with his every movement as I listen to his nonsense compliments.

He grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him and unexpectedly, he leans back and slaps my clit.

"Digger!" My voice sounds like an angry gasp in shock, but he merely smirks down, leaning forward till his pelvic bone grinds against me and claims my lips.

I realize now I will probably never be able to keep up with him.

His mouth is warm, soft, as well as the small hairs of his newly trimmed beard tickling my face. While still kissing me, he begins thrusting harder and I moan into his mouth, him pecking and biting my lips while I lose myself and totally unable to respond.

"That's it, love," he encourages. "I'm gonna cum in that pretty little hole of yours." He pushes hair off my face and grabs my neck gently, changing to rolling his hips so he rubs against me again. "…every bloody night I'm gonna fill yah hole." He promises.

Oh god.

The tether of my release finally snaps and he growls into the room in my absent state, his fingers slightly pushing into my neck as he holds me down, pulsing and throbbing inside of me.

Digger sniffs as he stays with me, but tilts back, sitting on his legs and wiping the sweat from his fast exertion from his temples. "You got a beautiful cunt," He exclaims while staring down between my thighs after having slowly pulled himself out. "I painted it beautifully, too." He thumbs the nub of my sensitive nerves. "…Beautiful." I blush, the rush from arousal draining and self-consciousness kicking in as he plays with me.

I smile though when he finally catches my eyes, "and it's all mine. Till death do us part, right? And not even then, love."

Catching my breath, I manage to pant, "then you better put a ring on it."

With his voice octaves higher, he begins collapsing to my side. "You cheeky, beggar!"

It rains Monday.

My shifts at my new job are Tuesday's, Wednesday's and Thursday's. Quite perfect really. It leaves me with long weekends so I'm not complaining. Plus they are mainly morning shifts, so no late nights either.

Digger brings me out of my daydreaming, running over with the pavement slapping under his boots as I hide under the cover of a shop doorway.

He kisses me hard when he gets to me and I'm caught off guard. "Darl', I found it."

"You found the jewelry shop?" He wanted to buy from an exclusive jewelry shop so nobody had the same style of ring. We had spent an hour looking for the small tucked away retailer till Digger told me to wait while he jogged the street instead of making me walk in the rain.

"That an the ring an all." His eyes glint, smiling naturally and looking very pleased with himself. I want to stroke him. He reminds me of a cute fuzzy creature sometimes. My Wookie.

"Oh…That was quick." I can see him trying to look down my top, even though there is not much to look at, and ignore it. "Digger, it doesn't have to be anything big and fancy. You know that?"

"Stop with your smartass assumptions. It's perfect. Ye have little faith, little bird." He begins tugging on my jacket, and while he hurries us along, his hand slips down to hold mine. I still get butterflies.

As we approach a wooden-framed store front, Digger puts his hands over my eyes, walking me forward and I hear the bell chime as we enter and the rush of the heat from the room. We eventually stop and Digger's breath bats my ear. "Ya ready? My lil' fine ass Eunacorn…" He sounds horny.

I jump from foot to foot and he chuckles behind me. "Okay, yes! I'm ready." Peeling his hands away from my face, an older gentleman stands in front behind the counter, smiling at me. There on the glass counter sits a ring completely flush with gemstones. The band is silver with the smallest and shiniest gems I've seen. I'm not one for gold jewelry, that's more Digger's thing, so I'm glad he chose silver... but shiny…

I squeal as this magnificent sight turns me into the typical over-excited, honeymooning girlfriend, turning to him and jumping straight into his already anticipated arms and uncaring for the man who starts laughing behind us. I make sure to kiss every part of his face, my bag slipping from my arm in the process, Digger chuckling that I can feel mainly through his chest pressed against mine. "I love it. I love you…" I drawl almost sickeningly sweet.

But I mean it. I really did love him. To me, the ring only signified how much he'd thought about this; how much he had learned about me and more specifically, how much he wanted to be with me. Really really be with me.

"I love you, too, bird," Digger whispers while I smother him.

"I'm guessing you're taking the ring, then?" The old man asks and Digger turns his head still under my assault, flinching as I continue to cover his face and pull him to me. I'm sure my bumcrack is showing from the top of my jeans but I don't care anymore.

"Yeah, mate." He grunts when I tighten my hold, coughing slightly. "…Make it snappy."

Digger's fingers dig into the skin of my ass, splayed and pulling me to rock my hips as he lies underneath me.

I'm riding his face. His request.

I don't really know what to do with my hands, but as I'm completely overwhelmed I keep them specifically to hold back my hair as my legs begin to weaken. His tongue is incredibly warm as he delves between my folds, leaving electrifying trails, his beard satisfyingly tickling between my legs.

When he uses his fingers with his combination, I feel myself gush. "Digger!"

"Sweet mother of Jesus, I'm swimmin'!"

But he doesn't stop, pulling me down harder on his mouth. "Digger…I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come…" I chant, unable to stop the uncoiling sensation. "Shit. Shit…" No matter how I try to hold back, it happens, and I let myself go, feeling him suck on my clit till I manage to come to my senses.

When I look down, his eyes are wild, and I can tell he's smiling. He flips me off, hovering over me and wipes his mouth with his forearm. I take the opportunity as he sits up, him eyeing my body, to appreciate his own. Much hairier than anything I would ever have gone for in the past, but his body is gloriously defined, even with the amount of shit he eats. His pecks jump with his movements and I see his cock fully ready for a round.

That thought excites me.

"You look flush, love." He thumbs me, feeling how obviously swollen I am and slaps my clit again.

"Can you stop doing that!"

"What, this?" He does it again, biting his lip while raising his eyebrows, keeping himself on his knees between my legs. "Don't you trust me?"

"I do trust you."

"Good." He gets off the bed and I prop myself on my elbows, looking out after him as he leaves the bedroom. When he comes back his hands are behind his back.

"Digger…" I say his name condescendingly. "What are you doing?"

"Let me see that pretty lil ring on those delightful fingers, bird." I show him my hand…

…Then he cuffs it, grabbing my other and pushing it above my head, slipping the cuffs between the headboard and securing my other hand. "I have work tomorrow." I try to point out. I know I'm in for a long night.

"I'm just leaving you with a lil' summit yeh won't forget."

The last thing I see is Digger's glinting eyes as he blindfolds me.

My first day on the job couldn't have gone any better. I have great co-workers. Jim is an extremely good looking guy who does the same role as me and made me feel more comfortable during the day with his constant entourage of how unfashionable people had become and how lame it was that he was beginning to lose his precious hair. But his husband tells him he's perfect the way he is.

Then I have the cook, which when it became quieter in-between breakfast and lunch, joined us out on the counter for a chat. She was the original person I spoke to who decided to give me a chance. Melissa. She looks typically like something out of Charlie's Angels with the hair and make-up but she is seriously one of the coolest people I've ever met. Mostly because she eyed up anything of the male species as they entered and they must have been at least twenty years younger than her.

As my shift comes to an end, we all help to clean and ready the place for the early start in the morning when they both call me over, telling me how well I'd done over a coffee and a brief run-down of tomorrow. I can't say I don't blush and don't appreciate it. But having run the bar ninety percent of the time on my own in the past, I would be surprised to hear otherwise.

The windchimes by the door sing and both of them look to the person who has entered, terrified and wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, we're closed." Melissa barks aggressively. But I almost choke on my coffee.

"No, it's okay!" I lightly touch her shoulder. "Meet my fiancée, Digger." I motion with my hand.

Jim's mouth hangs open at my ginormous Wookie, beanie-clad and looking broad in the middle of the room as he chews on a toothpick. "Your…fiancée?" He asks.

"Eat me, Lord," Melissa mumbles coherently.

"Alright," Digger walks over, grabbing Jim's hand and shaking it enthusiastically. I see him eyeing him up though and realizing to himself that Jim is no threat. "Names Digger." Next, he shakes Melissa's. "I just came to pick up me Eunacorn."

"Your Eunacorn?" Jim mutters in confusion.

"Oh, that's me…" I take the last swig of my coffee. "It's just a silly name…thing…" How do I describe his obsession with Unicorns to my newest colleagues without freaking them out further? "I better get my coat."

As I run to go out back, Melissa whispers into my ear as I pass, "how do I get myself one of them?" And laughs. It's not the first time someone has asked me a similar question.

I'm quick to grab my stuff and I can hear Digger telling them a heated story as I enter back towards the main counter. Typical. I was only gone for a matter of seconds.

The two are enthralled, leaning on the counter towards him as he speaks expressively in his heavy accent, hands waving, proud of every word leaving his mouth. "…me ma always said 'when ya find a unicorn yah never let 'em go'…"

Oh, fuck me. Not this again.

"That is…" Jim begins, his face impassive then melting into something comical, "the most adorable thing I have ever heard."

"Euna, sweetheart, why'd you not tell us about your man? You kept it quiet."

I stutter, looking between all three faces staring at me, "it was my first day. It didn't seem appropriate." How does Digger do this? It's got to be the accent that just sways people. It's totally unfair.

Throwing my arms in my jacket and putting on my black knitted hat, I walk next to Digger and he grabs either side of my face, pecking my forehead. "We gotta get going, lil' bird."

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." I wave sheepishly, wishing this moment was over already. Digger puts his hand in mine and leads me out of the café.

As we leave, I hear Jim again. "I've died… I've literally died." And yes, I do realize how lucky I am.

We stand outside the police station, Digger standing in front of me where I grip his arm. "You gotta go an speak with him. He's there now I checked before I got yah. We're runnin' out of time, doll." He turns his head, his face softening as I swallow dryly at what I know I must do. "Yah can do it." He reassures me, rubbing my arm.

"I don't even know what to say." My voice trembles and the panic rises in my chest. I know I must, and I knew this was coming. I was out of time now, it was the third day.

"Look, bring up Owen. Say you're concerned and ask if you could look at his file. If he let's ya, then there's ya answer. It's against the law to show a person usually. Hopefully that is enough for the clown." The toothpick in his mouth slips to the side as he wanders off in thought. "An it means ya don't have ta lie either."

"Okay." I take a step forward and he stops me, pulling me back and kissing my head again.

"Ya can do it. Ya not lying. And it's somethin' I know ya feel strongly about." He tucks my hair behind my ear. "An I love ya and I'll be waitin' outside."

I nod wordlessly, only looking back once as I take the steps and Digger nods confidently. The front is adorned with modern and incredibly clean glass situated in between the old brick building walls. The sign carved into the stone above my head reads, 'Gotham Police' and I take a deep breath, pushing the button on the side of the door to be buzzed through.

The counter in front of me has the specific design of the badge the police wear on their uniforms here, and an old guy with mustache watches me approach through the glass barrier around him. I smile weakly, exactly how my bladder is feeling right now…

"I, er…" I stammer and he squints at me. "I would like to speak with the new Chief of Police…" A police officer comes barging through the door to my side and I jump, trying to keep my cool. "It's a personal issue."

There's a long pause and I can feel myself beginning to panic. Then suddenly, he chirps, "if he's free," with a smile and I sigh in relief.

I can hear him say a brief description, pausing to catch my name with his hand over the receiver before continuing. He stands up when the phone is down, pushing a piece of paper through for me to write my name on and tells me I have to leave my bag, which I do, quickly.

"Right through there and turn left, he'll be waiting by the door." I nod, smiling lightly and follow his instruction, pushing the heavy door he buzzes me through.

The decoration is plain with one picture of a horse on the wall. I'm just about losing my bearings when I see the guy Joker had pointed out to me at the ball and he holds his hand out as I approach. "Gordon." He introduces himself, and I shake his hand.

"Eunice Evans."

"You're lucky, I was just on my way out."

"I'm sorry," I look to the ground. "I would've come sooner but I was afraid-"

"I'm not that scary." His smile is friendly and he shows me into the room. "Take a seat." I watch him round the desk and sit, clasping his hands. "You wanted to speak with me about something?"

"Uh, yeah, it's going to sound really stupid." I rub the back of my neck and unbutton my jacket to the overbearing heat in here. "I just wanted to speak up over a concern of mine."

"I'm all ears." He sits back casually, waiting patiently for me to continue.

"I don't usually get involved with stuff like this, but there is a little boy I'm worried about and wondered if anyone else had shown concern over his well-being."

"Touchy subject."

"That's why I just wanted to keep it between us." I laugh nervously to myself, realizing how much I shouldn't be here. "I probably shouldn't-" I try to stand and he holds his hand out.

"I get it. I do. I'm new and you're unsure of me. But it took guts to come in here. So please, at least finish what you started."

"I wanted to know whether there were other reports on a boy called Owen. I don't know his second name, but I've seen him scavenging for food in the evenings, late at night."

"It's a long shot. And I really can't be giving out personal information."

I think quickly, "I haven't been able to sleep properly thinking about him." His stare is intense as he roams over me for a second, sighing as he does so, and leans back to his computer.

"I'll do a small search, see if the name comes up, but that's all I can do for you at this moment. Domestic is something I don't usually get involved in."

"Please," I beg innocently. "It would really help."

Gordon grimaces for half a second. "Sure. Give me a minute." Inside I celebrate while trying to appear stoic. A few seconds and he tilts his head past the screen to look at me. "There has been one incident involving a child named Owen, but I can't give you the details. I'm sorry, but I hope it's enough to put your mind at rest."

"Oh…" I say with disappointment, looking down at my hands.

"Look…" A card is pushed across the desk to me. "This is my personal number. If there is any cause for concern, don't hesitate to contact me."

"Thank you."

"I could get into trouble over this so… try and keep it to yourself," he nods and I try to figure out whether he's joking or not as he technically hasn't done anything.

It's all very ironic and I try my friendliest smile regardless. "I won't." I stuff the card quickly in my pocket, confused now as to whether he would be willing to be swayed by someone like Joker and the fact that my word could cost him his life. "I'm glad we have someone like you taking over. I can't say I had any faith in the force before." And I mean it, I really do. This man sitting in front of me had a certain aura. I knew he was going to be a savior to a city like this one if he was given the chance. But the dice had already seemingly been rolled…but not in his favor.

"Wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the extreme crime rate, would it?" He smiles, showing his teeth as he does so.

"No, I just know a good guy when I see one."

He takes a minute, mulling over my words. "I'll do what it takes to put this city back together, you have my word…" He's confirmed my fears. "It was nice to meet you, Eunice." Gordon shows me back and wishes me well as I collect my bag and sign myself out.

Stepping out onto the concrete steps outside the station, Digger is waiting for me, questioning me with a look. I run down the steps and straight into his chest while he wraps his arms around me. "He won't work with Joker," I whisper into his jacket.

"Did he show ya the file? What do ya think?"

"He just said there was a report on Owen but gave me nothing else." I scrunch up the hem of his trench because the words are painful to say. "He's a good man, Digger."

Digger merely shrugs. "Shame."

His breathing is slow and steady under where I rest my head on his chest. He tells me things about Australia, his voice vibrating through me as he plays with my hand, more specifically the ring on my finger.

I know it's in distraction from having to call Joker earlier. It felt like condemning a man when I told him my thoughts and what I did earlier. Joker gave me no inclination on his next move towards the chief of police, but whatever it was it wouldn't be good. He all but hung up on me while laughing sardonically which has haunted me since.

It's dark, well into the early hours but I'm content like this now, feeling safe in our bubble. I'm unable to sleep though and Digger's fingers trail over the 'J' tattoo on my wrist. I twist my arm away to try and hide it.

"I've decided…" He says into the room, hesitating slightly. "I've decided what we're gonna do."

"Digger, let's not talk about this now." I've had enough for one day.

"No." He speaks firmly, his roaming fingers suddenly stopping along with his thoughts. "We're gonna do what yah said. I know now that we ain't getting' out of this for shit."

I can't remember what I said. "What does that mean?"

"I'm gonna buy a car in your name. We're fucking off from here. Far away. North. To a place no one will know us."

"We can do this how? We need jobs, money…"

"Eunacorn…" He sighs. "You don't rob every bank in Australia and not come out a little well off. Why'd yah think I'm here?" He snorts.

"What's up with the duct tape boots then?"

"Image," he shrugs underneath me. "At one point I thought money was everythin'. Havin' fancy things. But it ain't."

"You said before that we couldn't-" I say, lifting my head to look at him.

"Fuck what I said. Nuffin' keepin' us 'ere. After this weekend, that's it, we're gone before he can use us again. I'm done." There is something different in his voice. He actually sounds emotional.

"What's changed your mind?"

"I can't look at your eyes an see the unknown, how scared ya are. We marry, get a car, pack your things an leave."

"What if he finds out?" I prop myself on my elbow, watching him stare at the ceiling.

Digger rubs his mutton chops quickly, "he won't. We go on as usual and we leave suddenly. Gain on him. Go on a day he hasn't asked for anythin' and he's none the wiser. By then it will be too hard to track us. But…" He turns looking at me. "I won't do anythin' unless yah agreed too."

I reach out, touching his face. "We're a team, and I trust you."

"I think you're officially the first person that ever has." His voice sounds dismal and it hurts to hear him like that. I straddle his hips, but he's ready for me with his hands gripping them tightly.

…That's the thing about Digger, he's two colossal people in one. He's Captain Boomerang, that fucks like his life depends on it, who doesn't give a shit and can switch off when needed to.

Then there is Digger, who opens up and behind closed doors; shows how he feels, even if it's only subtle. Digger who wants a family and tells you how much he loved his mum.

Both of them are in love with me.
And I'm totally in it for the whole package.

I agree to his plan, after all, I'm his Stash, and he's my Captain Boomerang. We wouldn't be one without the other. But more importantly, he will soon be my husband.