Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! - GOTHAM

[Prologue] New City, New Life

Evelyn Hart had a feeling, the moment she stepped off the train arriving in Gotham City, that nothing in her life would ever be the same again. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it had to be better than what she'd come from. She didn't want to remember that. She didn't want anyone else to know that, either. Which was why she'd changed her name and practically everything about her, including her eyes, which were covered by emerald green contact lenses. This was the fresh start she'd always wanted, away from the pain of her past. In this city, her new home, no one knew who she was, where she came from, or what she'd done. Of course, with moving to a new city she'd never been in before, came the problem of being hopelessly lost. She had no idea where she was, or where she was going. By chance, or whatever else it may have been, she bumped into a tall man — at least six foot, which was several inches inches taller than her, as she was 5'4, who wore a green sweater. "Oh—" She tripped, falling over her high heels and on her ass.

"I'm so sorry—" Well, at least he was polite, and she didn't get the feeling he was going to try and murder her. "It was my fault, I wasn't looking, Mr....?" She raised an eyebrow slightly, taking the hand that was offered as he pulled her up. "Nygma. Ed Nygma. A pleasure to meet you, Miss—" A strange name for a strange man, Evelyn noted, but didn't say anything about it. "Hart. Evelyn Hart." He repeated the name, likely testing it out. She didn't know why she had such a strange feeling in her stomach when he said it, but she had a feeling she would be hearing it a lot from him. "Well, Miss Hart, what brings you to this part of the city?" Evelyn laughed, slightly self deprecatingly, before offering an explanation. "Well, you see, I got lost. I'm new in the city and I have no idea where anything is supposed to be, and that includes me! I'm looking for the GCPD building."

"I work there. I could show you? And do you like riddles, by any chance?" Evelyn was momentarily confused by the question, but he seemed excited. So she might aswell. "That would be helpful, Mr. Nygma. And I do, actually. I'm afraid I'm not very good at them, though." She gave a slight smile, brushing her hair out of her eyes. They kept talking as they walked. "A man was shot in the heart. Nobody tries to save him and it doesn't kill him. What happened?" Evelyn, despite having proclaimed not being very good at riddles, had a rather morbid knowledge and only needed a moment to deduce the answer. "The man was already dead before he was shot." Ed smiled, seemingly satisfied with the answer she'd given. "Correct. Would you like to ask me a riddle?" She thought for a moment. "I can fill a room or just one heart. Others can have me, but I can't be shared. What am I?" A bit of a miserable one, but it would do. It was frankly the first one that came to mind, and there was barely a moments silence. "Loneliness."

"I know a thing or two about it." Evelyn shrugged, as they approached what she assumed was the GCPD building, where she was, ironically, going to be working. Edward seemed almost thoughtful for a minute, although she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad silence, which was strange, because, being an empathic psychic, she could always tell. "So do I." Evelyn left a moment of thoughtful silence. "Well, I get the feeling we'll be seeing each other a lot, so...we could be friends?" She suggested, earning a smile from him, who must have been thinking the same thing, she deduced. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hart." She gave a slight nod, a somewhat relaxed half smile on her face.

"You too, and you can call me Evelyn if you want. Or just Eve."