Every male head in the Gotham police department turned as Evy entered the building still in her 'Bobbi Star' get up. Scowling she tugged the blonde wig off, ditched the glasses and was taking out the contacts when she slid her hip onto the side of John's desk. She stared at the back of his head, the strong neck as he spoke on the phone with someone. She cleared her throat.

"I know Hal and that's why—" Blake dropped off mid-turn-midsentence and simply gaped. Across from him Bennett's donut dangled from his fingertips, his mouth agape. "Hal, I'm gonna call you back." Blake tried to hang the phone on the cradle three times before he finally got it. "Evy…"

"Bobbi Star is in the porn industry; did you know that?" Evy moved her shapely leg back and forth, as she spoke. Bennett's head moved side to side with it. "Did you also know that every single goon in that room knows exactly who she is?" At John's smirk she scowled harder. "Seriously…be glad they took the bait."

"They took the bait?" Blake's brows winged up in surprise. She scoffed at him, primped at her brown curls. "Right…how silly of me to doubt the bombshell in heels."

"I prefer man eater," She slid off his desk, kissed him lightly on the mouth. "See you at home." She gathered her bag and sauntered out. Every male's eyes on her supple ass.

"Dude." Bennett flung himself back in his chair, fanned himself with a manila file. "Dude." He breathed deep for a moment. "Marry her."

"Dude…" Blake muttered. "You have no idea." He sat back, let out the breath he had been holding. "She's definitely interesting."

"Yeah?" Owen leaned forward. "She into the kinky shit?"

"Seriously bro?" Blake shot back with a scowl. Owen grinned and shrugged. "That's classified information; I'd have to kill you if you ever found out."

"It'd be totally worth it." Owen leaned back in his chair with a laugh, and closed his eyes left out an appreciative moan. "So totally worth it."

John pursed his lips and debated throwing his paperweight in the shape of pistol at his partner, but dismissed the idea—he liked the paperweight too much to abuse it. His attention wavered from murdering his partner to the pop-up on his computer that notified him of his search for the Penguin's true nature. His brown eyes scanned the words quickly and effectively and his heart sank with the lack of useful information. Maybe Evy would have better luck with her inside job.

0-0-0

When evening fell Blake returned home, saw from the light in the study that Evy was already there and well into the research. He walked in, felt the weariness of the day fade away as he looked at her curled on the sofa. Piles of books surrounded her, her damp hair bundled atop her head looked like a misshapen pineapple and the sweatpants that sagged from her were far from sexy, but it eased his mind.

"Did you know," she spoke without looking up as he dropped his workbag beside the desk. "That Oswald Cobblepot's father died of pneumonia."

Blake slowly unknotted his ties, brows furrowed. "No, how did you?"

"Newspaper." She lifted her laptop to show him that the books weren't the only she was buried in. "There's not a whole lot on this guy John," she rubbed her hands over her face, and set the laptop aside. "This is too much even for me; how do you manage not to get burnt out?"

"Because I've had my notice in for the last two months," Blake responded with a shrug and sat down beside her.

"You're quitting?" she stared at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You weren't with me yet," Blake toed his shoes off, and leaned back, closed his eyes. "If you had known all there was to know after Batman took the fall—"

"The city is corrupt, tell me something I don't know." She muttered irritably. It stung her that he hadn't told her, stung that she wasn't part of that inner circle. As if sensing her distaste for it all John reached over and squeezed her hand. She tugged it away with a snarl.

"You can be mad," Blake said easily. "Gordon was, my partner is, but the point of that matter is I can't work with crooked cops without wanting to hunt them down every time I go out."

"How do you plan on making a living?"

"You would ask the most sensible questions, wouldn't you?" Blake chuckled, he sighed at her scowl. "Bruce Wayne left a heft portion of his money to me, more than enough to live a comfortable lifestyle." She pursed her lips at that, fiddled with the pendent of her necklace. "It's more than enough for two people..." He went on, his mouth dry with nerves, her brows arched. "If someone wanted to—be part—what I'm trying to say..." He stopped as her lips curved slowly. "I'm botching this aren't I?"

"How about you leave the conversation at 'I have more than enough money to bring you to the Bahamas'?" offered Evy calmly. John grinned, nodded and the conversation ended at that.

They put in a solid three hours of work before Evy rose, stretched her body under John's tired gaze. He observed her through a perceptive eye. She had lost weight, he noted with an uneasy twist of his stomach, but what she had lost she had gained in muscle. He had created a warrior, more so than she already was. The thought unnerved him, she deserved a life of peace, with someone who would be able to give her a home, and children.

"Calling it a night?" He asked as she rose from the couch, hitched up the sagging sweat pants. She grunted in response and stumbled blindly into the bedroom. John smiled to himself, stood and stretched before going in after her.

She had stripped the sweatpants off, left the long sleeve she had been wearing and was now burrowed under the blankets. He stripped down to his boxer briefs slid in beside her, and merely wrapped his arms around her warm body. Evy mumbled incoherently, turned in his arms, and pressed her forehead to his.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Blake murmured softly. Her grunt made his lips twitch. "We'll go to the Bahamas when we catch this guy."

"I'll hold you to that," was the only thing she said before they fell into a dreamless sleep.

0-0-0

Blake sat at his desk, tapping his blotter nervously as he held the phone to his ear. "Eve I'm not sure it's a good idea. If they find out—"

"I know how to plant a bug John," her voice was brisk, business like on the other end. "Quick and easy. These things are freakin' gold. If I get him to wear one, then we hit the mother load."

"And if he finds it, he kills you."

"Well, Debbie downer, that's a little extreme, plus it's nothing Bat Woman can't handle."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't call yourself that." He muttered with a roll of his eyes, her laugh eased his stomach. "Be careful, Evy."

"I will." She promised softly, and hung up the phone. She stood for a moment staring at the building that served as the campaign headquarters. She tugged at her suit jacket and flipped her wig hair over her shoulder, strutted inside. The usual goons were there, and she did her usual flirtation, if her mood seemed sort they didn't seem to notice. Evy slipped away from the conversation and strolled casually into Oswald's office. He sat behind the antique desk, his hands flipping through papers.

"We're up in the polls," he said with a grunt of approval. "Good."

"I told you I knew how to do my job," Evy slid a hip onto his desk, leaned back a little to stroke her fingers below the edge. "We'll get them."

Oswald's beady eyes slid to her face, then down her body. "I bet you know exactly what you're doing Bobbi."

"Have no fear." She promised and slid the bug into a crevice her fingers found. She jumped a little as her phone rang, and slid from the surface, sauntered toward the windows, answered it. "Hello?"

"It's Blake."

"Now isn't the best time," Evy muttered into the phone, she could feel Oswald's eyes on her.

"We got an e-mail tipping us off to a bomb being planted on the stage for the campaign gala tomorrow night. Have you heard anything there?"

"No, but I'll check into it," Evy promised and hung up. She fixed a perky smile on her face before turning. "I've got to run back to my office and gather some things for tomorrows gala, remember presentation is everything." She hurried out with a pair of suspicious black eyes following.