Family... Eve didn’t attempt to hide the surprise on her face. She was expecting the man to be tortured, killed, but this... This wasn’t at all what she thought Ivy had planned. In one way, it was just a short ways off torture, but in another, it was for survival – especially since this ‘Batman’ could so easily rip her away and hurt Ivy without reason. But was it right to force someone to become family? To force someone to become your security?
Weighing the options, Eve remained still a second more before her collective mitochondria, having done this on more than a few occasions asserted itself over the other morally conscious voice, taking the choice away from host on a sub conscious level.
With that, a green hand flew out and snatched Eve by the collar, pulling its young counterpart back into the room hastily, imperative to its host’s innate need for survival, stopping host herself from getting into ‘trouble’.
“stop it..” she hissed at the clone, slipping backwards, falling on her backside resentfully.