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Can I Save You?

Chapter 5: A Chance

Author’s Note: Here is is, the last chapter. Also, I know the image isn’t strictly Bane, but… can you blame me?

“I’ve been looking for you.” His voice was different than it used to be, colder maybe. Immediately her gun was out and aimed at him. “You don’t want to do that.” He took a step forward.

“Stop. Don’t take another step.”

“Tricia...” His voice softened. “I thought you were dead.” Bane’s hands were at his sides and she couldn’t make out a gun anywhere on his person.

“I came to the prison. I came to get you.”

“I know. A friend told me.” He said carefully.

“I was attacked and left to die, but I didn’t.”

“I was told you were attacked and killed.” He said honestly.

“You didn’t even try to find me?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“I saw a newspaper report about a British girl killed in the market place and people told me her body was dumped into a river.”

“I was in a German hospital after being pulled out of a sea, beaten.”

“Tricia...”

“Don’t call me that!” She shouted. “After everything you’ve done, you don’t get to call me that anymore.” His eyes faltered, but only for a second.

“You have to leave this city.” His voice was suddenly firm.

“Because it’s going to blow up?” She asked. “Because you are going to kill millions of innocent people?”

“I can’t stop it.”

“Who’s the trigger man?” She asked. “I know you didn’t lie. Who is it?”

"I never forgot about you." He took another step forward and she took a step back.

"Stop, please. Don't make me." Her hands were shaking, but she steadied them, a finger on the trigger.

"I fell for a girl. She saved me from the prison. She and her family. She's been with me ever since." He had moved a little more forward.

"A girl..." Her mind raced back.

"I think the better question would be, who are you trying to rescue?" The girls voice and face echoed in her mind.

"Miranda..." Patricia whispered and she saw Bane's eyes raise. "Miranda has the trigger."

“Who?”

“You never could lie to me.” Patricia commented. “So you fell for the girl who tried to have me killed?” His eyes flashed.

“You lie.”

“You know me better than anyone. Am I lying?” She asked and his eyes studied her. He almost seemed to be praying to find any hint of deception. “I have work to do.” She put her gun down and smiled.

"Thank you, Bane." She took off running and she couldn't hear his footsteps behind her. No one was following her, none of his men were chasing her. The question became: Did he want her to find out? Or, was it too late to stop them?

Patricia made her way towards where Blake asked her to meet him. A bright orange glow emanating from the bridge caught her attention. A bat symbol was burning brightly and a low roar of cheering was echoing among the tall buildings. She saw a massive amount of police and she allowed herself a small smile, at least one thing had gone right.

“Blake!” She called and the man turned around with a smile.

“Patricia the south tunnel is clear, I’m going to try to get people out across the bridge.”

“Where’s Miranda Tate?” Patricia asked desperately.

“Bane has her.” Patricia groaned. “Why?”

“She’s the trigger man.”

“No...” He laughed in disbelief. “No, that’s impossible. She’s been with Wayne Enterprises. She-”

“She knew how to arm the bomb. I saw Bane. He practically told me it was her.”

“He’s lying, Patricia.”

“He wasn’t, John.” Blake rubbed his forehead. “Where is she?”

“The courthouse, I think.” Blake was trying to concentrate as hard as he could. “That’s been his base. It’s been where he’s been watching the ‘trials’ from. She would be there.”

“Oh God. I have to go. Get out, Blake, as soon as you can, with as many people as you can.” Looking down at her watch, she knew she only had about an hour before the bomb was going off. Early morning had come. She joined the large number of cops headed into the heart of Gotham. As Blake has suspected, Bane’s soldiers were waiting outside the courthouse. She could see him standing on the steps, looking across all the police officers. A cannon on a camouflaged tank was pointed at the center of the men, all wearing their blues. It was about to fire when, out of nowhere, a machine came flying over head, destroying the tank. The men cheered, a leader also hidden behind a mask giving them hope. They charged, giving everything they had, all the anger they had saved down in those sewers, waiting for daylight. Waiting for a chance to get back at the people who thought they controlled Gotham. Patricia charged with them. Bullets rained into them and several people fell before Bane’s men ran to meet them. The sound of bodies being pushed together was like gravel. Everyone was fighting with everything they had. A man charged Patricia, and she recognized him. He was with Bane when she first saw him in the library. He raised a machine gun, but Patricia was faster. She parried his gun to the side with her left arm, getting as close as possible. The closer she got, the less likely he could raise his weapon again. Using her right hand she punched him across the jaw, stunning him. The gun was hanging around his right shoulder. She put her left hand on the top front of the barrel and her right hand on the back bottom, flipping the gun in the air she caught it, pointed at him and fired. He and two other of Bane’s men fell. She could see Bane at the front of the action, he was fighting Batman. They had moved from the bottom of the steps to the door of the courthouse door. Then, Patricia saw her. Miranda was staring out a window, watching Bane and Bruce intently. At that moment, the sound of concrete cracking brought her attention back to Bane. His mask was damaged and he was swinging wildly. She could see his eyes watering and she knew she had to get up there as quickly as possible. Getting just a few feet in the middle of the soldiers and police was exhausting. She looked at her watch for a moment, a little over 12 minutes. Screaming continued, and the police were slowly gaining the upper hand.

She had finally made her way to the foot of the steps and she turned for a moment to watch the scene behind her. A crowd of men fighting with everything they had caused horrific noises. One side fought for their city, the other for a strong leader. She pulled a soldier off of a cop wearing dress blues when the door burst open and Miranda came running out. She climbed into a tank and its guns pointed at the crowd. Patricia dove out of the way and watched the tank speed off. Frantically looking around she saw a motorcycle. It once belonged to a solider and Patricia knew she didn’t want her to get away. Internally she struggled - Stay and find Bane or catch Miranda. There was no sign of Batman so her choice was clear: She jumped on and took off after the tank. For it’s enormous size, it kept a high speed. She tried to pull up along side it several times, only for her to get cut off. After a few moments another bike was beside hers. This however, was much more technologically advanced. It was being driven by someone wearing, Patricia could only describe it as, latex paint. They eyed each other for a moment before turning their attention back to the tank in front of them.

Miranda had climbed out of the tank and into the truck which, Patricia guessed, was carrying the bomb. The first tank and another stayed behind the truck. The same flying machine Patricia saw earlier few over the tanks quickly blowing one up. She could see that it was the same man flying that Bane fought earlier, Batman. Her mind wandered to what had happened to Bane, but she had to concentrate. Three missiles were fired towards Batman and the machine twisted and turned avoiding the explosions and sending the missiles into buildings. With a last missile left he flew close to the ground, making the second tank take the brunt of a very powerful explosion, blowing it off course. He pulled in front of the truck and Patricia pulled up alongside it. She could see Miranda, a phone in her hand. The sound seemed to cease as Patricia jumped from the bike and grabbed a hold of the side of the truck. She opened the door and climbed in. Miranda’s eyes were wide. The driver was panicking.

“Shit!” Miranda shouted before putting the phone she was on down.

“Remember me?” Patricia asked. Her hand connected with Miranda’s jaw and a bruise started forming.

“You’re precious Dominic is dead, has been for years, and Bane is dying.”

“You never cared about him.” Patricia replied, disgusted. An explosion shook them. Batman was firing low level missiles at the truck, trying to make it turn.

“Stay straight!” Miranda screamed, but the drivers fear was too much for him. Patricia saw him slump over. She looked out the window and knew she only had a few seconds.

“You’ll never win.” Patricia jumped out of the passenger door and rolled. She came down hard on her shoulder and she felt it pop. The last image she had of the truck was it going over a barrier into a level below. She knew Miranda couldn’t have survived. Standing up she popped her shoulder back in and ran towards the abandoned motorcycle. She pulled it up and tried starting it, but she heard nothing.

“Please.” She said quietly before trying again to start it. Nothing. She looked up to see Batman flying back towards the bay, the bomb hanging off his machine by a steel tether. She watched him fly above a building and out of sight. If he didn’t hurry, they would all be gone. With one last try the bike sprung to life and she jumped on, moving as quickly as she could back to the courthouse. The steps were red, but most of the soldiers had been rounded up. She flung open the doors and Bane was laying across the room. He was slumped against a wall and she could see a blood trail from where he must have fallen.

“Bane.” She ran over and his eyes looked up at her but he seemed lost. He had a phone next to him.

“Miranda.” He called. No one replied.

“She’s dead, Bane.” Patricia said, hiding tears. “She’s dead. Gone. Never coming back.”

“What did you do?”

“She crashed the tank carrying the bomb.”

“She saved me from that prison.”

“Only because she tried to kill me!” Patricia was screaming.

“Why would you say something like that?” He asked, his voice weak.

“I was attacked in the market place. After seeing her. I told her I was looking for Dominic. She said she wasn’t going to let me get you. She snapped her fingers, guys surrounded me, and the next thing I knew I was being saved by Bruce Wayne from a sea.” Bane screamed and his arm covered his chest. Patricia pulled his arm away and all she could see was a bloody shirt and body armor. “I have to get this off.” He didn’t fight her. “What happened?”

“A shot from something. I don’t know what.” He answered. His breath was getting weak. “I swear, she told me you were dead. She showed me the news article. Tricia I would have never.”

“She lied to you.”

“She lied to me...” He repeated. For the first time she looked up at him, really looked at him. Those eyes, they weren’t Bane’s.

“Dominic...” Patricia said softly. “I’ve been looking for you for years.”

“I’m so sorry.” He replied. Tears were freely falling down his face. She finally got the shirt and armor off, remembering to leave his belt. What she saw almost made her sick. Layers of his skin were gone and he was losing a lot of blood. Patricia immediately took off her jacket and pressed it to him. Screaming was coming from outside, the words flooded through the open doors.

“Batman did it! He saved us. He gave his life to save us!” Everyone was cheering and crying. Patricia bowed her head.

“Why did you do this?” She asked.

“I was so lost when you were gone.” He started. “I-I didn’t know what I had to live for anymore. Talia and Raz taught me to have no emotion. To feel only anger, only hate. Without you, there was no reason to feel love anymore.”

“We need to get you help.” Patricia said, looking at his stomach.

“My punishment should be to die.” He said, pain in his voice.

“I’m not letting you die.” Patricia said stubbornly.

“Tricia...”

“Stop it, please. I am not letting you die. I let Dominic die once. I finally have him back and he’s not going anywhere.” They were silent for a moment. “You have to try to stand up. We have to get you out the back, get you some help.”

“Stop!” The man’s voice sounded angry and betrayed. “How can you help him?” John Blake had a gun pointed at Bane and his hands were shaking. “Don’t you remember what he did? Don’t you care?”

“John please listen to me.” Patricia stood up slowly, her hands raised. He took several steps forward quickly and Patricia moved herself in front of him. “If you shoot him, you have to shoot me.”

“He’s a terrorist. He killed a lot of people and-”

“I know, John.” Her voice was pleading. “I know you lost someone. I know how much it killed you inside. How angry you were. The pain of not being able to do something.” Patricia took a deep breath. “I lost my best friend when I was 17 years old. His name was Dominic. He was taken to pay a debt owed by his father. I met Dominic when I was 8 years old and I didn’t spend more than a few hours away from him.” John’s eyes lingered on Bane. “John.” She touched the side of his face softly and his eyes turned back to her. “I fell in love when I was eight and when Dominic needed me I left with him. He was being chased and we ran, we ran as far and as fast as we could, but they caught us. They took Dominic from me.”

“What does this have to do with any-”

“I found Dominic almost 10 years ago. He had been put in a prison. Only someone didn’t want me to find him. When I got close I was attacked, beaten, left for dead. Dominic was freed by the wrong people. They took the boy who saved me countless times, survived hell to find me, and they told him I was dead, murdered.” John’s eyes softened. “Raz Al Gul and Talia Al Gul took my everything and killed him, or tried to. They tried to take everything good and brought out something dark in him. They called it Bane.” John’s eyes looked rapidly from the man lying on the ground to the woman in front of him. A woman he had come to know and trust.

“He’s done awful things.”

“I know.” Patricia said. “But please, John, don’t take him away from me again. He’s harmless. He’s injured and he may be dying. I need your help.” John sighed and looked at her.

“Justice is corrupt in its best sense. I don’t trust him, but I trust you... There is a door in the back. I will get a car and you two will get far away from here, do you understand?” Patricia nodded. Blake left the courthouse shutting the door behind him.

“Come on, we have to go,” She pulled Bane to his feet and tried to help him out the back door. Just getting there left a trail of blood behind them. She pushed the door open and Blake was there. Against all of his better instincts he put his arm around Bane and helped him to a dark SUV.

“Police won’t be swarming the north tunnel yet.” He helped put Bane in the back seat before covering him with a large blanket before closing the door.

“Thank you, John.” Patricia said softly.

“You’ll repay me one day.” They hugged quickly and she walked around to the driver’s side, opening the door. “Patricia.”

“Yeah?”

“Please be careful.” Blake eyed the back seat and Patricia nodded. She drove as quickly as she could, dodging debris, and abandoned cars.

“Tricia...” She heard him call.

“Stay down, love. I’m going to get you some help.” Once out of the city she picked up her cell phone. It was working perfectly again. She placed a call.

“Agent Robertson. In need of medical personal, NQA.” She paused. “Wound to the abdomen, severe. Patient has older wounds, severe spine troubles. In need of anesthetic.” Another pause. “ETA, five minutes.” She hung up the phone. “Just stay with me, Dominic. Stay with me.”

“How did you do that?” He asked.

“Being on the better side of the law has its own perks.” She pulled into a hotel and immediately three men had Bane out of the SUV and into a hotel room. Patricia could have gone into another room, but she waited. They put him out and a doctor went to work stitching his stomach. It took over three hours.

“How is he?” Patricia asked nervously.

“He’s going to be fine.” The man said calmly. “I don’t know why you had us fix him up if the army is just going to torture him anyway.”

“We have to be kind to prisoners.” Patricia remarked.

“Before we break them?” The doctor asked with a laugh. “I ordered three cases of the anesthetic to be taken with him, wherever they take him, not that they’ll give it to him.”

“Thanks doc.” The doctor left the room and Bane opened his eyes. She knew he wasn’t sleeping.

“You had planned to turn me in.” He said, angry but with understanding. His mask was off.

“No.” She replied simply and he looked confused.

“If you don’t they’ll -”

“Track me down?” She finished his sentence. “I’ve been on the run before.”

“Tricia..”

“I promised I wasn’t going to leave you. I’m not. No matter what. Now we have supplies.” She remarked. He followed her gaze and saw 4 bags. 1 of clothes, 1 of medicine, and 2 full of money. She laid next to him and laid her arm across his chest. He immediately grabbed her arm and kissed her hand.

“Your skin is as soft as I remember.” He remarked. “Tricia if you do this you’re life will not be anywhere near what it was.”

“No it won’t, but I made a promise. Until I can get you out of this, I’m staying.”

“I meant what I said when those men took me.” His eyes were staring into hers. “I’m not letting anyone take me from you again.”

“Just rest. We have years.” She saw him smile. She knew it wasn’t Bane, Bane was gone. It was just Dominic. Just the same eyes and smile she had been in love with since she had first seen them.

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Fire in My Blood

Bane x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word count: 4908

Warnings: 18+, Non-con drug use, fuck or die (sort of), slight dub-con (but not really), unprotected sex, mainly PWP, unbeta'd

A/N: my first time writing smut so be gentle

You woke up in bed, slow and groggy. The pain in your head was rolling through you in waves and you thanked your drunk self for at least closing the curtains so there wasn’t too-bright sunlight burning through your eyelids. Idly, you hoped that whatever you couldn’t remember doing last night was worth a hangover this size. You shifted to cradle your head in your hands but your hands didn’t move. Panic washed over you, sudden and icy. Your hands were trapped above your head.

Forcing the panic aside, you tried to take in your surroundings. You didn’t want to open your eyes yet, in case you were being watched, so you listened hard for something, anything, to tell you where you were.

No footsteps, no shuffling, no breathing outside your own. Aside from our hands, you were lying comfortably on what you assumed was a bed, complete with a pillow under your head and a blanket that smelled freshly laundered. The room felt bigger than your bedroom and you could hear a kind of white noise outside the walls, getting louder and softer in intervals like–

Waves. Water.

You must be near the docks. Probably one of the abandoned warehouses frequented by one of Gotham’s handful of criminal enterprises.

Speaking of criminals, you thanked your lucky stars for the recent training in analyzing and understanding your environment from the man that still sent chills down the spine of most Gothamites.

You didn’t understand how you had caught Bane’s attention but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It took some time between your underground meetings and the handful of times he visited your apartment through the fire escape but you had molded a sort of companionship. He was gentler with you when you weren’t training. The glimpses you got of Bane the Man and not just Bane the Weapon had inklings of longing for something more worming their way into your heart but you squashed them to the best of your ability. You knew who Bane was and knew he could never see you as something more than what you had.

Taking a steadying breath, you slowly opened your eyes. Only a sliver of the room was visible through your eyelashes at first but you didn’t see anyone else around. You blinked your eyes open and looked toward your hands.

Plastic zip ties held you to the metal headboard, biting into your wrists. You flexed lightly, testing their strength, when a door to your left opened and a man in a long white lab coat walked in.

Jonathan Crane was an objectively handsome man. The whole evil mad scientist thing left a lot to be desired although, knowing him, he probably had a drug for that too. His attention was on a clipboard he was carrying. Talking to himself in soft murmurs, he strode confidently over toward your bed.

“Ah look who’s awake!” He finally looked up at you and smiled, full and genuine. “Perfect timing.” His gaze raked over you, cool and calculating, and it made your skin crawl, suddenly aware that you were dressed in only your bra and panties from the night before. The thought of Crane undressing you while you were unconscious had bile rising in your throat.

“What am I doing here?” you fought to keep your voice steady.

“I needed a guinea pig for something I’ve been working on lately. I was out looking for suitable candidates last night and saw you out with your friends.”

Something must have shown on your face because Crane waved his hand dismissively. “They aren’t here. They had too much alcohol in their systems and it would’ve taken too long for it to metabolize. I couldn’t risk that altering my results.”

Now your blackout made more sense. You had been out with a small group of friends at a bar just celebrating the end of the work week. Things had gotten a little fuzzy but you just assumed it was due to one too many margaritas. Crane must have slipped something into your drink.

Anger flooded you. “You kidnapped me to use me as a test subject?”

“You shouldn’t sound so ungrateful! You’re helping the cutting edge of science! Of understanding the human brain!” He sounded so earnest as if he truly believed in his work without a care in the world that he kidnapped you for it.

The panic you had been fighting down, hit you like a train. You were trapped on a bed with a madman who had plans for you and no one knew where the hell you were. You wondered how long it would be until anyone found your body. You had to get out.

“I needed you to be awake before I started the test, though,” he explained. “It will be much easier to judge how quickly the effects start if you're conscious.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a syringe and vial. The pale purple, syrupy liquid in the vial seemed to swirl as Crane pulled it into the syringe, his brow furrowed in concentration.

With the dose measured out, he turned back to you. You shifted as far away as your binds would allow, inadvertently pressing yourself further into the mattress.

“You’re a smart man,” you tried to reason with him, “You know who I spend my time with.”

Explicitly connecting yourself to Bane wasn’t something you wanted to do - whatever you two had felt tenuous at best - but desperate times call for desperate measures. No one would be dumb enough to touch someone with any direct connection to the man, right?

“Oh, yes, I know,” Crane’s smile was predatory, “and I’m counting on him coming to save his little pet.”

His palm pressed the side of your face into the pillow, keeping your neck extended even as you thrashed against the bed. The needle pierced the tender skin and Crane’s eyes glittered in the dim light as he released the drug into you.

“You crazy bastard!” Your wrists were bleeding freely now, slow trickles running down your forearms and dripping onto the sheets as you continued to try and pull yourself free.

Whatever he gave you didn’t hit all at once. It started in your chest, warm and slow, and radiated outward, but warm grew into too hot all too quickly, curled around your lungs and ribs, and squeezed. Your breath stuttered on the next exhale. Part of you expected to see smoke trailing out between your lips. Liquid fire pooled low in your stomach and you were suddenly, painfully, aroused.

“What the fuck?”

Your heart pounded in your ears, overpowering Crane’s monologuing no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on it. Fire raced in your veins and you pulled against your restraints, sparks licking your wrists.

Through the haze in your brain you could barely make out Crane talking about Lust and Fever and Sex and Orgasm and Death. Even firing on all cylinders, you didn’t know if you could find a good combination of those words.

Something in the distance caught his attention and he grinned like a shark, all predator and sharp teeth. Crane knew what it meant too.

“He’s gonna tear you apart,” you hissed.

“Oh, on the contrary,” he spoke slowly and looked in your eyes, making sure you understood every word, a condescending lilt in his tone, “I think he’ll send me a thank you gift after this.”

He left with a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine even with the growing furnace inside you.

With Crane out of sight, you squirmed to try and break the zip ties again but the new sensations had you gasping. Your wrists didn’t hurt so much anymore and what little pain made it through to your awareness landed just on the side of pleasurable. The blanket underneath you rubbed against you everywhere, everywhere, and your cheeks flamed when you noticed the wetness in your panties. You tried to force yourself to lay still - to stop and think about your next move - but your hips rolled anyway, searching for friction you wouldn’t find.

You squeezed your thighs together, chasing the orgasm you could feel rushing at you just beyond your reach. The coil snapped and it flowed through you like cool water down your parched throat. It broke the haze just briefly. You gasped a breath like coming up out of water.

If it was possible for you to blush further, you would’ve when you opened your eyes and were met with Bane’s. How much had he seen?

The man stood over you, stoic as ever, and gave nothing away. He watched you silently, taking in everything.

“This is not one of his usual toxins.” He finally spoke. It wasn't a question but you shook your head anyway.

“He said it was something he had been working on.” You swallowed hard, fighting a shiver. "He didn't start really talking until he had already drugged me and I couldn’t focus. Something about fever and sex and death but..." you trailed off, nervous and unwilling to really finish that sentence. Shaking your head was a mistake you learned as nausea hit you. “Needed a test subject.”

Bane nodded slowly, hard eyes glinting off the light as he looked around the room. “There’s a camera,” he mused. “He’s watching.”

“Sick fuck,” you seethed.

Bane huffed out something that could’ve been a laugh and wrapped his fingers around your wrist. You startled both of you by moaning lowly. His touch was like a soothing balm and lit match against your nerves at the same time.

His eyes were on your face but his fingers didn’t move.

“Fuck, I’m sorry- I don’t know-,” you stuttered. “Can’t think- Too fucking hot.” You clenched your teeth, cutting off the half-formed thoughts you couldn’t stop.

Calloused fingers brushed across your forehead and you bit back a whimper.

“You have a fever.”

You nodded, eyes shut tight. There was a heavy pause.

“You are…aroused.”

You turned your face away from him but nodded again, shame rocketing through you. Tears fell against your will.

“Please just get me out of here,” you whispered.

The zip ties snapped easily under his hands and you had to clamp down on your mind straying to thoughts of feeling those rough fingers on your skin again. Your core throbbed at the mental image alone. You couldn’t help rubbing your thighs together, breath hitching. Vaguely, you realized you were gasping out a string of apologies when Bane shushed you, just a hiss leaking out of his mask.

“You are not in control of your body. Do what you must.” The words came out stiff, barely contained anger tingeing them but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you.

Dark eyes met yours as you searched his face, needing to see if he was serious. His sincerity was open and unwavering. The weight of his hand settled on your stomach, the warmth of his palm bleeding into the coil inside you and snapping it just as soundly as the zip ties.

Your eyes rolled back and you groaned as that cooling wave shook through you, quieter this time.

“It will be easier if I carry you out but it may be…uncomfortable for you.”

“Do what you must,” you parroted his words with a weak smile, hoping for levity.

A silent nod was the only reply and he was wrapping you up in the blanket you had been laying on. The texture was scratchy and it insulated the heat of your skin but you bit your tongue. Strong arms lifted you effortlessly. You buried your face in the blanket and settled against his chest as he moved.

It was a position you had found yourself in before. You had a habit of falling asleep in places you shouldn’t and he often carried you to a place that wouldn’t have your back or neck screaming at you when you woke up. On one particular occasion, you had fallen asleep slumped over on the couch in your apartment and floated to awareness being lifted and carried to your bedroom. You felt like a child again, protected and cared for. Your nose pressed into his jaw, just under the line of his mask. He had laid you gently on your bed, still unmade from the morning, and brought the duvet up to your chin. You had tried to fight your way to full consciousness.

“Stay,” you breathed, afraid he wouldn’t hear. Afraid that he would hear and leave anyway. After a beat, the other side of your bed dipped with his weight, half laying, half sitting up against the pillows. You had rolled into him, soaking up his warmth. Later, you would blame pressing your face into his chest on the fact that you had still been on the wrong side of consciousness.

His hand tentatively rested on your shoulder as if he didn’t know what to do with it. You let out a light hum, hoping to reassure him. A smile almost slid over your lips when his palm slid down along your spine to settle at the center of your back.

Just before you slipped back into sleep, you swore you felt him press his mask against the crown of your head.

“Little one,” Bane’s voice brought you out of the fog in your brain, “Are you with me?”

You blinked your eyes open and lifted your head from the blanket cocoon.

“Always,” you replied. You became mildly aware that you were in your apartment but you didn’t remember how you got there. How long had you been lost in your head?

“My men are taking care of Crane,” he said. You both knew what he meant but the fewer specifics you knew, the better. “Barsad will make sure that nothing from the camera he had in that room will be seen by anyone.” His grip on you tightened. “He will never touch you again.”

He deposited you on your bed and was standing over you once again. He didn't show any outward emotion. You didn't know what to say or how.

"I'm sorry." You said anyway. It came out small and weak. Hell, you weren't even sure what you were sorry for. Getting kidnapped? Not being able to get out of the situation yourself?

Your head was too full of feelings you didn't understand. You couldn't think straight. You had never been more aware of your own body before. The lingering feeling of Bane’s arms around you, the godawful blanket. You swore you could feel your blood flowing in your veins.

Light fingertips ghosted across your forehead, pressing lightly on the creases between your eyebrows, and your eyelids fluttered closed. You bit your lip.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" He moved his hand from your forehead to your wrist. His thumb rubbing just under the wound that the zip tie left.

You shook your head, not trusting your ability to make any noise that wasn't wholly embarrassing.

"I need to hear you say it."

You swallowed hard. "No, it doesn't hurt. It’s like my body can't decide if it feels amazing or like I'm holding it next to an open flame." You rushed out.

“What do you need?” he asked after a heavy pause.

A simple question that had your head spinning. Rapid fire flashes of his large frame over you, under you, those rough hands all over you, inside you. You bit down on a moan, nearly biting through your lip.

“Just talk to me. Please.” It came out shaky and too vulnerable.

His brows furrowed. “That will not help with the effects of the toxin.”

Resolutely keeping your lips shut tight, another tear escaped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.

“I cannot just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering.”

You shook your head, the action making your head swim. “I can’t ask that of you. I won’t.”

His hand settled on your stomach. The pressure sent waves through you. The fire in your core roaring anew.

“You don’t have to ask. You just have to let me.”

Your glassy, tired eyes met his dark, earnest ones as you searched for something, anything, that would give you reason to say no. You weighed the option of just letting the toxin do what it would instead of ruining what you and he had.

But you couldn’t deny that you wanted what he was offering.

“Okay.” You nodded lightly.

You hissed as he shifted the blanket off of you. It felt like sandpaper against your highly sensitive skin. His gaze flicked up to you but kept on his mission, lightly tracing his fingers up your thighs. It might've tickled a little if you had a better handle on your nerves.

There was only a slight pause in his movements before he was bending down to pull his boots off and then joining you on the bed, kneeling in front of you. His eyes searched your face as he spread your thighs, placing one of your legs on either side of his hips. You fought down every bit of embarrassment you could feel burning red on your cheeks and looked away.

“No,” he spoke softly but clearly. A calloused finger under your chin turned you back to meet his gaze. “Don’t look away, little one. You need to stay present and tell me if I do anything to hurt you or if you need me to stop. I want to help, not cause more harm. Understand?”

Only after you gave a small nod did he release your chin and return his hands to your inner thighs, higher than before. His thumbs rubbing small circles mere inches from where you needed him.

His eyes caught on the damp patch darkening the fabric of your panties. He made a single slow pass over your center with his thumb. You bit down on the inside of your cheek and let out a rough exhale, your fists curling into the sheets.

“Try to relax,” he rumbled, gaze flicking up to your face and back down. “I understand this must be unpleasant for you but fighting the toxin will prolong the effects and may make it worse.”

A whine escaped your clenched teeth as you forced your muscles to relax. His thumb began slow, even circles over your clit, like a reward. Pleasure rose quickly now that you had stopped pushing it down.

“Nothing said or done here will leave this room,” he assured you. “You are safe to do what you need to get through this.” He hooked a finger around damp fabric and pulled your panties to the side. The first brush of a callused fingertip sent a jolt up your spine. “Tell me that you understand.”

Your hips rocked minutely, chasing his touch. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

His finger slid inside you in one push and your walls tightened around him, sending you over the edge again. You couldn't be embarrassed about the noise you made even if you tried.

The toxin’s haze faded marginally again. In all honesty, you had hoped that an orgasm brought on by someone else would have been all it would take but, of course, Crane’s concoctions are never that simple.

As many times as you indulged fantasies of Bane in your bed, though you would never admit it aloud, you didn't want it to happen like this. Not when it was only like an obligation for him.

The finger steadily pumping inside you became two and the stretch brought you out of your thoughts with a whine.

Bane slowed but didn’t stop. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, no, it’s just a lot,” you reassured him, moaning around the last word when picked up his pace again. “It’s like I’m feeling everything double or triple.”

“It’s good then?”

He curled his fingers slightly, searching.

“So good.” You choked on a gasp when he found the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Those rough fingertips massaged tight circles around it while his thumb copied the movement around your clit.

Moans flowed from your lips unhindered. One of your hands reached down to clutch at his wrist while the other tightened in the sheets.

You could feel the crest coming but it was just out of reach. Your head thrashed on the pillow, grinding your teeth.

"Fuck, I can't. It's not-" you stopped with a whine, tears gathering in your eyes. Your hips rolled of their own accord in search of friction.

“It’s not enough,” he finished for you.

"Crane told me that you'd send him a thank you gift for this." You blurted out. "Like this was something you wanted."

He froze.

“He’s wrong, right? Of course he is,” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “You don’t want this. Why the hell would you? I’m just me. An annoyance even on a good day, a hindrance on any other. I’m not-”

Pressing his hand over your lips, he stopped your rambling.

"Not like this." It was quiet but you heard it, you knew you did. Your gaze met his again and you just stared at him for a heartbeat then two, willing yourself to take a chance. Telling yourself it would be worth it.

Fuck it. If it goes wrong, you can just blame it on the toxin.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling yourself further toward him. Your heat pressed against the obvious tent in the front of his pants. His hand fell from your lips as you dragged yourself up to him, close enough to share breath.

“Please.” You ran your nose along his cheek and quickly unhooked your bra. His eyes flicked down briefly once the lace was removed and laying on the floor.

“Little one,” he murmured.

"You're the only person I would trust with this." You pressed a firm kiss to the front of his mask.

A harsh breath hissed out from behind the grate. He took only a brief pause to gather himself before moving off the bed stripping quickly. Your eyes raked over every inch of newly exposed skin. Lightly tanned, criss-crossed with scars, and stretched over his wide frame and well-built muscles. You’d seen him shirtless before under much different circumstances and it was a sight you had guiltily used on nights when you were alone and you knew this was something that you would add to your shameful late night fantasies until the day you died.

His cock slapped against his stomach as his pants hit the floor. The sight alone had a whimper crawling up your throat. He was thick, flushed red and leaking, and you couldn’t tell if the need to feel him inside you was more the toxin or your own.

Your breath caught when his fingertips curled into the top hem of your panties. His gaze held yours until the lace joined his pants on the floor and he returned to his spot between your thighs.

He wrapped a hand around himself, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Are you with me?” His eyes searched yours.

“Always,” you breathed.

He filled you slowly, measured, careful, and watching your face the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you and he was acutely aware of the size difference between the two of you. His fingers flexed against your thighs, keeping you still in his grasp.

Even with the toxin’s effects on you, the stretch of Bane filling you had a twinge of discomfort filtering through the pleasure otherwise washing over you.

He finally bottomed out and you let out a low groan. You couldn’t decide where to keep your hands and they flitted from his shoulders to the bedsheets to his forearms to his abs, anything you could touch. Maybe if you found something to hold on to, you could keep yourself from floating away.

Bane grunted as you clenched around him and minutely ground his hips into you.

“Shit, move please,” your fingers dug into his forearms.

You expected him to be rough and fast. Simply chasing release with his mission as a sole focus. But this was something else entirely. He was still focused but his mission was you, not just getting off. He was curled over you, forehead pressed into your shoulder, caging you in with his forearms and rolling his hips into you. It felt amazing.

But it wasn’t enough. You could tell he was holding back, even if it was for your sake, and, if this was the only time you got to experience Bane like this, you wanted all of him.

“Bane, baby, please.” You gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face up from its hiding place. Flicking your eyes up to meet his wild ones, you planted a firm kiss onto his mask, running the tip of your tongue along the grate. “I’m not gonna break.” You dug your heels into his ass, urging him on. His eyes darkened at your words, pupils already blown wide. His hips snapped forward with a grunt, forcing a gasp from between your lips. He levered up on his knees, towering over you, as he pulled out almost entirely and wrapped your hips in a bruising grip.

A growl slid out from behind his mask as he looked down at you.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned out. Your eyes rolled back when he filled you again, impossibly deeper than before.

Long gone was the caring pace he had set before. Every one of your favorite fantasies of rough sex with Bane couldn’t compare to the real thing. Part of you was already excited to see the vibrant bruises you’d find on your hips later.

Bane’s angle was perfect, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with devastating precision.

“Oh fuck, right there, please.” Your fingers curled around his wrists and your back arched up off the bed.

You bit your lip hard to try and stop the string of embarrassing whines escaping with every powerful thrust.

“No,” something akin to a snarl clawed out of Bane’s throat.

He pinned your wrists above your head, holding you fast with one hand. He ran the thumb of his other over your bottom lip, spit-slicked and bitten red, and pulled it from between your teeth.

“I want to hear every single noise of pleasure you make,” he growled.

You caught his thumb between your teeth and curled your tongue around it. His fiery gaze dropped to your lips as you sucked, drawing the calloused pad deeper into your mouth.

“I’ve heard those pretty sounds fall out of your lips countless times, I’ve heard you call my name at night, don’t you dare hide them from me now.”

He hooked his thumb behind your teeth and pulled down. A hard snap of his hips forced a loud cry from between your lips.

“Good girl.” He chuckled darkly.

He released your jaw and trailed his hand down your neck. His fingers found your nipple, spit-slick thumb circling the bud before pinching it between rough fingers. You squirmed beneath him as he twisted and pulled, the bite of pain only serving to amplify the pleasure coursing in your blood. He showed the same treatment to your other nipple and you fought weakly against the hold he had on your wrists.

“Please, fuck, please,” you moaned. At this point, you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your head was fuzzy with the tightening of the coil in your stomach. Each drag of his cock inside you, each grind against your clit, feeling wholly and solely overwhelmed by the man above you, nothing else existed outside this moment.

“Let go, little one,” he purred. He reached down and rubbed tight circles over your clit. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

You screamed his name as the knot in your core snapped hard and your vision went white. Bane snarled and buried himself to the hilt finding his own release as you lost yourself in the waves of your orgasm crashing one after another.

Floating back to yourself, you felt a firm body under your cheek and tentative fingertips tracing along your back.

The toxin had burned itself out, no longer smoldering in your core. Now, you were afraid. Was all that just because of the toxin? Had Bane just reacted to you? Of course, he had offered but what if none of it really meant anything to him? Hell, it probably didn’t. Just a means to an end.

You didn’t realize you had started shivering until Bane moved you to lay over him and wrapped his arms and the duvet around you.

You slid your hands under his shoulders and pressed your face into his neck.

“Are you with me?” you whispered, fighting to keep your voice steady.

A beat of silence and his arms tightened around you.

“Always.”

The talk that both of you knew needed to happen, could wait just a little while longer. For now, you were content to stay in the moment. You placed a slow line of kisses down his neck and pressed your nose into the juncture of his shoulder instead.

“Sleep now, little one,” he rumbled beneath you.

Just before unconsciousness took you, you felt him press his mask into the crown of your head.

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THE LEAGUE PT.3

Bane x Fem reader

Requested by: @ravenlillithdelaney ❤️

Warnings: Smut! Violence! Swearing!

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

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Y/n stood in Daggett's living room, listening to him yell at her and question her on where Bane was. He had his henchmen send for him, saying it was urgent.

"Where is he!?" Daggett yelled. "He's costing me money!"

"Im sorry but I don't have a tracker on Bane 24/7!"

Daggett glared, stepping closer and grabbing a hold of her lapel.

"I don't care for your tone." He seethed. "You will find him, and-"

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." Bane's voice sounded from behind Daggett. There was a glimmer in his eyes, one of concern when he saw how Daggett had a hold of her.

He let go of Y/n, spinning around to face the large man. His voice was cocky, as if he had the slightest bit of order in this room.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Your plan is proceeding as expected."

"Oh really?" Daggett asked. "Your hit on the stock exchange, it didn't work my friend. Now you have my construction crews going around the city, at 24hrs a day. How exactly, is that supposed to help my company absorb Wayne's?"

Bane towered over Daggett, turning his attention to the henchmen and Y/n.

"Leave us." He said.

"No, stay here. I'm in charge."

Y/n watched as Bane set his hand down on Daggett's shoulder, fear spread over the smaller man's face, once he realized just how much danger he was truly in.

"Do you feel in charge?"

The henchmen took his leave, but Y/n stood there she refused to leave after how Daggett spoke to her. She knew that he had it coming, and she didn't want to leave.

"I paid you a small fortune." His voice got significantly quieter, he was most definitely shitting his pants at this point.

"And this gives you power over me?" Bane asked.

"What is this."

"Your money and infrastructure have been important." Bane gently brushed his knuckles over Daggett's cheek, making the smaller man slightly tilt his head away. "Until now."

"What are you?"

"I'm Gotham's reckoning, here to end the borrowed time you've all been living on."

"Y-you're pure evil."

"Im necessary evil."

Y/n flinched, looking away just as Bane snapped Daggett's neck, her heart did a flip as she heard his body drop to the floor.

Heavy boots made their way over to Y/n, her gaze stayed on the tiles until Bane's shoes came into view. His hand came up, tilting her chin so she was looking at him.

"Come, little Rabbit."

She nodded, fallowing him as they left the building. They went back into the sewers, and into Y/n's room. She sat on her bed while Bane stood there looking at her, moving closer he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Did he hurt you, mouse?" He asked.

"No."

Bane brought her closer, leaning her head against his hip. He gently rubbed her back in order to comfort her.

"I told you to leave us." He whispered.

"I didn't think you were going to kill him."

He suddenly got on his knees in front of her, lightly he gripped her arms keeping eye contact. Y/n could get lost in his gaze, the dark brown just making her lose all train of thought.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes, of course. With my life."

Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, bringing her even closer to him.

"I'll fallow you anywhere, Bane. You tell me to jump off a building, I'll do it. You tell me to abduct a scientist by taking off in a plane that'll be going down, and I will." She giggled.

Bane's heart fluttered as she pressed a gentle kiss to his mask. He took her into his lap, grinding her against his hard cock.

Y/n whimpered burying her face in his shoulder, slowly Bane removed her cargo pants along with her panties, freeing his cock from it's confines and lining her up.

They rested their foreheads together as he slowly pushed in. He started thrusting slowly up into her, gripping her hips and moving her against him.

"B-Bane you're so thick." She moaned.

"Take me, little rabbit."

His thrusts became harder and faster, Y/n's hands gripped his biceps in desperation. She trailed kissed down his neck, nipping at his collar bone. Bane groaned when he felt her teeth against his skin, his heart raced as realization set in that she was allowing him to use her body in such a way. The fact that she would trust him with her astounded him, he was usually feared but Y/n looked to him for comfort and warmth.

He slowly ran his hand down her stomach, slipping his fingers past her folds and began rubbing tight circles against her clit. Y/n cried out, the feeling of his calloused fingers overstimulating her was enough to make her melt.

"Please." She whispered.

"Please, what?"

"Make me cum. Please, make me cum."

Bane picked her up as if she weighed nothing, her back hit the wall and his large frame trapped her against it. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rutted into her again, this time harder. Her nails clawed at his back, a thin sheet of sweat covered both of their body's as their moans filled the room.

His finger attacked her clit once more, making her gasp and clench around him. The feeling had Bane letting go, and with a gutteral groan he coated her walls. The warmth of his release sent Y/n into a frenzy, she felt hot and cold as her muscles tightened, spilling her liquid over his throbbing cock.

Bane laid her out on the bed, pulling her against him and engulfing her in his warm embrace. Y/n snuggled into him, he made her feel safe, as if nothing in this world could ever harm her.

"Never leave me." She whispered.

Y/n suddenly felt his arms tighten around her.

"Never, little mouse."

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"Not as serious as yours, I fear." Bane said, his voice echoing though the sewers.

Batman turned around, his voice barely above a whisper, "Bane."

"Let's not stand on ceremony here, Mr. Wayne."

Y/n looked over at Selina Kyle, who stood behind the fence that had been dropped between her and Bruce, trapping him in. Selina had regret written all over her face, she obviously didn't realize that Bruce was Batman.

Y/n stood there and watched as Bane and Bruce fought, two people she cared deeply about where below her pounding the ever loving day lights out of each other.

"Theatricality and deception, powerful agents to the uninitiated." Bane said, making his way down the iron steps towards Bruce. "But we are initiated, aren't we Bruce? Members of the league of shadows."

Once more the two began fighting, the bat attempted to hide in the dark, but Bane found him immediately. Bane was able to take the bat down again with ease, taking out a detonator, he clicked the button setting off small bombs planted overhead. The ceiling fell in large chunks, a long with the contents of bruce's armory.

Bruce stood, ready to fight again.

"Ah yes." Bane said, throwing the detonator aside.

"I was wondering what would break first."

He slammed the bat to the ground, "Your spirit."

Y/n watched in horror as her large friend picked Bruce up over his head, "Or your body."

Memories of them playing years ago raced through her mind as she watched Bane bring Bruce down, successfully breaking his back against his knee.

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"Ready or not, here I come." Y/n yelled, her voice carrying through her yard.

The young girl took a few laps around her house, checking under the porch, behind the car, in the shed, but she couldn't find her friend. She suddenly heard footsteps on the roof above her, Y/n looked up to see the boy standing there smiling down at her.

"How did you get up there, Bruce?"

"I'll never share my secrets."

"You climbed my dad's hedges didn't you?"

The young boy nodded.

"How do you expect to get down?"

"I'll jump."

Y/n giggled while shaking her head, "You'll break your ankles."

"Watch me."

He jumped off, rolling as he hit the grass.

"Are you okay!?" She asked, startled.

"Yeah." He lied, not wanting to scare her further.

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Bruce was dragged off by two of Bane's men, the rest raided the many things that fell from the armory.

Y/n ran up and down the many flights of iron stairs, attempting to find either Barsad or Bane, but she ended up running into both.

"Where-"

"Where will he be taken?" Bane finished her sentence, his back turned to her.

Barsad sneered, looking her up and down.

"Why do you care?" He asked.

Bane turned around to face her, the look in his eyes told her that he knew the truth. He knew her and Bruce had been friends, she was afraid he wouldn't trust her now that he knew.

"The pit." Was all Bane had to say, tears stung her eyes. Y/n had to keep her composure, she couldn't show that she cared enough to cry.

Y/n nodded, turned and headed in the opposite direction. She walked through the streets of Gotham, not afraid of the police. The sun had gone down awhile ago, most street lamps were either flickering or fully out.

Y/n rounded a corner and she bumped into a large figure, she looked up and locked eyes with Bane. He gazed down at her, his expression soft but still concerned.

"I wondered where my rabbit ran off to."

"His rabbit?" She thought.

"I needed time to think."

He nodded, not missing her small shiver. Bane took off his coat, wrapping it around her.

"You can accompany me to the pit if you like, I leave in the morning."

"I think it would be best if he doesn't see me with his enemy."

Bane nodded, he held out his hand for her. Y/n smiled, taking it and stepping closer so he could pull her into a hug. This man was never one for physical affection, but when he met Y/n he wanted to do nothing but protect her and hold her. She was so small compared to him, so delicate.

"As you wish, My little Rabbit."

THE END ❤️

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My TomCillian cinematic universe (always expanding)

#tom hardy #cillian murphy #Tom x Cillian #Alfie x Tommy #John x Kitten #Eames x Robert #Max x Jim #Pilot x Shivering soldier #Bane x Jonathan Crane #ships

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Tom Hardy as Bane

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) dir. Christopher Nolan

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Can I Save You?

Chapter 4: You’re Dead

The officers crossed the bridge and were in the city with no problem. Patricia was right. They had been going into the city so much that the men didn’t bother checking the ID’s. The trucks pulled up to the same little grocery shop. However, now the only food they had was currently on the truck. Patricia went behind the counter followed by Jones and two other special forces agents.

"Do you have ID's?"

"Of course not." Jones said stubbornly.

"Then how can we trust you?" Another cop said.

“Because I vouch for him.” Patricia called, but the men just kept arguing. Annoyed, Patricia just watched the exchange in silence, standing beside Blake.

"We just have to trust each other." It was commissioner Gordon. A few more exchanges occurred. It wasn’t getting them anywhere.

"Commissioner." Patricia said shaking his hand.

"Miss Robertson. I've heard good things about you." He said with a kind smile.

"There's someone you guys have to meet. Then you'll understand our situation." Blake said. The four officers followed Blake to a downtown library. The streets seemed panicked, more than usual. The normal patrols of Bane’s men had lessened considerably. The library itself looked like a homeless shelter. Barrels of fire kept the few inhabitants warm, and the books seemed to be their fuel.

"I found them living up here." Blake said as they entered another part of the library.

"Who?" Jones asked.

"The board of Wayne Enterprises." He said walking a head of them. He nodded to a cop who let them enter an elevator. Patricia recognized the people sitting on the ground in front of them. Lucius Fox and Miranda Tate. Another shiver went up Patricia's spine as she saw Miranda. Why couldn't she place her? She came back to the conversation.

"As CEO of Wayne Enterprises we have to take full responsibility." Miranda was saying.

"Why?" Jones asked.

"We built it." She replied.

"You built a nuclear bomb?" Jones asked, shocked.

"We built a device for clean energy." Lucius started to say. Patricia's eyes scanned the room, looking at all the people living in this space. A far cry from their upper west side apartments. She caught the gist of the conversation and the main problem: The bomb was going to go off, no matter what, in twenty-three days unless the nuclear core was hooked back up to the reactor.

"Hey." Jones touched Patricia's arm. "We have to head back and regroup."

"I'll stay here with Blake." Patricia said quickly. They headed out through the elevator. The doors barely closed when someone started firing. Immediately Blake and Patricia had guns out.

"Someone sold us out. Let's go." He grabbed Miranda.

"I have to go back for Jones and the others." Patricia said, she headed for the elevator and ducked in, narrowly avoiding a bullet. She heard commotion and screaming, and her mind wondered who would have sold them out. Everyone there has just as much to lose as everyone else. The elevator came to a stop and she heard the ding as the doors opened.

There he was. Bane was kneeling on Jones neck. The other two special forces officers were dead.

"The board of Wayne Enterprises was living upstairs." She heard a man say to Bane. She held up her gun and walked out of the elevator. Immediately 5 guns were on her. Bane stood up, Jones was dead.

"Hang these men for the world to see." He said before turning toward her. Everything seemed to slow down. Patricia could hear her heart beating in her ears as their eyes connected. A looked of genuine shock ran over his face.

"Wait." He called when one man was about to fire. Bane walked toward her. "I know you."

"I knew you." She whispered. "You've changed your mask." His eyes were wide. She had a gun pointed at his heart.

"You're dead." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I'm very much alive." She said carefully.

"Sir." One of his men called. He turned and in a split second she dove out the window. Landing on pavement she rolled and turned around. Bane was staring at her, an expression of profound sorrow on his face. She ran. Ran as fast as she could. Back to the same little grocery store. Blake, Gordon, and Miranda was already there.

"We thought we lost you." Gordon said before hugging her. She couldn't talk. Her heart was still pounding. He was still in there. She was prepared to see a cold, heartless shell of what Dominic once was, but she didn't.

"What happened?" Blake asked. He could tell something was wrong.

"Jones and the others are dead, killed by Bane and his men." She replied. Her voice shaking.

"How did you get out?" Miranda asked.

"I jumped out a window." Patricia replied, not looking at her. "What's the plan?"

"We're going to mark the truck containing the bomb." Blake answered. "I also think I've found a way to start getting men out of the sewers." He laid out a plan involving one of the cities sewer drains and a bomb. The guards would just have to be distracted. Patricia looked on and nodded when appropriate, but her mind was somewhere else. For years she had been studying the awful things Bane had done. Things that Dominic never would have. She made her mind focus on the task a head of her. If she let herself feel everything she had stored up, she wouldn’t be able to move, let alone fight.

"We only have a few days left and Lucius Fox has been kidnapped. Let's get get some rest. There is nothing more that we can do tonight." Gordon said calmly. "We'll meet here tomorrow. Miranda you and Blake come with us." Gordon and Blake brought the girls to a small apartment. Miranda immediately took a shower, but Patricia sat staring out the window.

"What's on your mind?" Blake asked, sitting next to her.

"Bane's eyes." She answered truthfully.

"Excuse me." Blake said, shocked.

"I've studied Bane for a long time. I expected to look at him and see nothing but hatred and evil."

"You didn't?"

"It's complicated, John."

"Why don't you tell me?" Patricia heard the shower shut off.

"Another time, when only your ears can hear." She stood up. "Please don't tell anyone about this." Blake nodded. Her dreams where plagued by his eyes, the pain in his eyes. He had thought she was dead. Why would he have thought that? Movement in the other room caught her attention. She grabbed her gun and moved silently. She saw Miranda trying to open the front door.

“What are you doing?” Patricia asked, making Miranda jump.

“I was trying to get some fresh air.” She replied.

“Open a window then.” Patricia was in no mood for games. “I can’t have you risking everyone’s safety just to get some air.”

“Of course, you’re right.” Miranda agreed. She quickly passed Patricia and closed the door to her room. Gordon was sleeping on the couch.

“Gordon.” Her voice was soft. He opened his eyes before reaching for his glasses.

“Is everyone ok?” He asked quickly.

“Everything is fine. I can’t sleep. Why don’t you take the bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“I couldn’t allow you to do that.” He said sincerely.

“Now is not a time for chivalry, sir. You’re still healing and I’m not sleeping. Go a head.” He smiled at her and she suddenly remembered the family in the DC airport. The kids looked like him. It must have been his wife and children. She decided to keep it to herself. Gordon’s mind needed to not be reminded of the loves he might never see again. Although, with the look in his eyes she could tell that his family was all he could think about.

“Thank you, Patricia.”

“Have a good sleep sir.” She said as she leaned back against the couch. She slipped her gun under the pillow and stared out a window, hoping for sleep that wasn’t likely to come. She was going to see another sunrise, and she wondered if he was still awake. If he was seeing the same sunrise.

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She was alive. Alive. Bane was pacing back and forth. Miranda had said she was dead. Why would she say that? She was alive, beautiful and alive. He was hoping for Miranda’s call, but it never came.

“Sir.” One of his men walked into the room. “I have those papers you asked for.”

“Go on.” Bane permitted. He had slowed his walking and made sure his voice was steady, he didn’t want to appear out of control.

“Patricia Robertson is an agent for MI6 in England.” He started.

“MI6. Well, she’s done well for herself.” He paused. “Continue.”

“She is the head of an anti-terrorism task force sir. Actually, it’s primary goal is finding you.”

“Is that right?” He allowed himself a small smile. “Thank you. Leave the papers.” The man was quickly out of the room. After all that time she didn’t stop looking for him. Now here she was. He would have given anything to hear her voice again, feel the touch of her hand again. Now it wasn’t just a dream, a wish that could never come true. She was in Gothem, in the city he was about to destroy. Miranda would know what to do. He had to put his faith in Miranda.

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Patricia took to walking the streets during the days. Walking in shadow she avoided the soldiers, unsure if Bane would have warned them about her. However, the ones she did meet regretted it. She wondered if some of the stories got back to Bane. The woman walking the streets, stealing food from Bane’s men for children, sometimes killing others. Checking homes had become second nature to her, relocating those they had hidden and saving anyone innocent she could had become what she did. She left Gordon, Blake, and Miranda to find her own way around the city. When it came time to get the citizens out, she wanted to know her way around, every exit every street. She knew there would be no time for confusion. Almost all technology had been blocked. Any use of a cell phone would bring soldiers to you location almost instantly or the phone would be immediately turned off. They're we're stuck. It had come down to a day and the army didn't realize the bomb was going off either way. A silver car pulled up and John got out of the car as soon as he saw her.

“Patricia!” His voice was panicked. Blake was running toward her, sweat on his brow.

“What’s wrong?” She asked quickly.

“They got Gordon, Miranda, and a lot of the cops.”

“How?!”

“We were marking the van, which we did.” He caught his breath. “I was watching from a fire escape and a bunch of Bane’s men surrounded them.”

“Ok, just keep calm. How long do we have?” She asked and he looked at his watch.

“A little more than 20 hours.” He replied.

“Ok, you get started on getting those cops out. I’m going to start rounding up as many people as possible and we’re going to try to get people out of here.”

“Meet me in about 12 hours, I’ll need your help to get those men out.” He took off and hopped into his car. Every person that dared come out in the streets, Patricia sent right back. She told them to pack a few things and be ready to leave tomorrow. She came across one man. His face was unshaven and he was carrying a bag on his back.

“Sir..” Patricia called, picking up the pace to meet him. She recognized his face almost immediately. “Mr. Wayne.”

“You shouldn’t be on these streets.” He said quickly, trying to move around her. Patricia cut him off.

“I’m sorry sir, but you shouldn’t be on these streets.”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Patricia Robertson, MI6.”

“You’re a long way from home.” He stared at her, almost making her uncomfortable. “I remember you.” He said quietly, studying her face. “You were younger then though.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Wayne, I don’t...”

“I pulled you out of a sea.” Her eyes widened. A blurry memory came into focus. A much younger Bruce Wayne, saving her life.

“You...”

“I’m glad to see you’ve fully recovered, and flourished.” He commented. “Why are you in Gotham?"

"Tracking Bane."

"It doesn't surprise me that MI6 would have a hand in this." He smiled and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Why were you there, Mr. Wayne. Crossing the Red Sea?"

"I was coming home from a long journey." He adjusted the strap on his bag. "Why were you there, floating?"

"I was looking for a friend. That apparently got in the way of someone else's plans." She remembered. Her body was still not fully recovered, it would never be.

"You were pretty beat up. Did you find your friend?"

"No." She said quickly. Bruce could see her eyes turn dark. "I don't know if I ever will again."

"You'd be surprised what the future holds in store for most people." He started walking past her. "Be safe, Miss. Robertson."

"You as well, Mr. Wayne." Watching him turn a corner, she knew that he was nothing like anyone really thought. The sun began to set on Gotham, possibly the last night Gotham would ever see.

The wind picked up and Patricia hugged her jacket close to her and rounded a corner, but she stopped dead in her tracks. His eyes were burning into hers.

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