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“I love her” Sara admitted barely audible, unsure if he even heard her “I didn’t want to leave her, I just couldn’t stay with the League any longer.” The blonde sighed at his question “I would call it a mess actually, because that’s what it is.”
“What changed?” He stepped closer, watching her face as he posed his question. “You turn your back on your lifes work, and the woman you love.” Bane let out a low noise, one that resembled a chuckle. “No rest for the wicked, Sara.”
“One of her many talents” Sara said, if the blonde had been at full health and hadn’t spent almost three months on an island she would probably have been terrified of Nyssa when they first met. “I wouldn’t say thriving just, actually I have no idea.”
“You still have a connection to her.” Bane had assumed when she left, she’d sever all emotional ties to the League. And yet, she spoke of Nyssa with longing. “What does a former criminal call their new life?”
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“You make him sound as if he’s easy corruptible. I don’t see him as that kind of person like others.” She stated bluntly, staring directly at the man in front of her who was threatening her. She wasn’t ready to give up just yet. “My father tends to keep his work private from me. Being a cop is hard, being a commissioner is even harder. I don’t expect him to tell me everything. You have a seriously sick obsession; I think you should get help.”
“Not quite, little one. Let me rephrase - when I have him chained in a basement, I intend to make him suffer. Mental and physical torture.” Bane sighed, irritated by her attempt to sass him. “For a man who accomplishes so little, that surprises me greatly. As for my obsession, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the help of a young, bright hero of your stature would help.”
A smile of her tugged at the corners of her lips. she hadn’t seen him smile that way in years, and she was more than a little bit happy to have been the source of his gladness. never before had she paid attention to how in tune with each other’s emotions before - never noticed how he was the first to notice if she even frowned. his radiant smile warmed her in ways that the sun never could. “you will not to your best - you will do better. for me.” as he always had. mentally, she made note to ask nothing else of him unless it was pertaining to their mission; she’d taken too many liberties with him which she attributed to the reason they’d fallen into the rut they’d been in. “you have never been, and never will be a beast. a beast would not have cared for a little girl in a place filled with death - would not still be caring for her. you are not what others wish to make you out to be.” talia would continue to say that until the day of her death, and right up to it. her surprise couldn’t be masked when he rose. for a second she thought she’d said something wrong and was about to backtrack - turning her words over in her head until his strong arms wrapped around her frame. she sat frozen, physical affection having not been shared between them since she was but a child, but she realized that despite her age now it still made her feel as safe as it had when he used to rock her to sleep after her mother’s death and beyond. without further hesitation, she rested her head onto his shoulder, releasing a content sigh. the tension in her shoulders melted away as she returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around as much of his large frame as she could. “is it foolish to wish we could go back to when things were more simple?”
He was always satisfied when she smiled, and it had been so long since her smile was a result of his own. Holding her in his arms, Bane felt a mixture of great joy and pain. He loved the way it felt to have her pressed pressed against her chest, the smell of her hair filling his nose. He loved feeling her chest rise and fall as she took breaths, loved how wonderful it felt to hold someone - especially Talia. Little moments of intimacy had becomes treasures in his world. She told him he wasn’t a beast, and he wished with all his heart that she was right. It meant a great deal that she cared so much about his sacrifice, how desperately she wanted him to see himself as more then a monster. There was no version of himself he’d rather be, then the hero in her eyes. Bane would strip away every other part of himself, until he could become the man truly worthy of her attention. Still, he couldn’t deny the things he’d done, which marred his spirit more then the white scars on his face. If he hadn’t been thrown in that pit as a child, his face, his entire being, could have different. Bane would be Dorrance; a man raised in sunlight, given a home, given a chance. But without his time in the darkness, Bane never could have known Talia’s light. “I think back to when we were childhood quite often. We were so, happy.” Things were not good by any stretch of the imagination, but they had each other. Talia was his happy playmate, playing pranks on him and her father. They had no idea the sadness they would endure for years to come. “When everything is done, we will have peace.” What peace looked like for them, as adults, he was entirely unsure. Bane didn’t even know if peace meant they were still in each others lives. She would always be his light, whether they were in an ice cream shop, or oceans apart.
At the guy’s words Digger narrowed his eyes, almost wondering whether he was knocked out because of the booze. “Well, in that case.. does Waller fancy me or not?” As if it wasn’t clear enough that he was poking fun at the guy, he let out a laugh loud enough for it to enough through the trees. “What can I say? The hamburglar’s got nothing on me.”
Digger’s reputation had certainly been accurate - the man spoke nothing but nonsense. Bane grunted at the man’s joke, unwilling to actually laugh or acknowledge it. “Don’t take it as too much of a compliment, you were after all, captured rather easily.”
“Does anybody know where I can find a nice, cheap place around Gotham?”
“You should be prepared to sacrifice one of those wishes, because both are improbable.”
“The author? Well I guess that’s one place to put the blame. Yeah, I know a little something about that, I mean I was never that good at it, not that I had any desire to be good at it either but my ex she’s really good at it when she wants to be.”
“I should think so. Yes, I believe that is one of Nyssa’s talents.” He hadn’t seen Sara in quite a well - she had left, but he hadn’t spent too much time with the blond to be angered. “You seem to be thriving in this new life.”
Barbara grinned slightly, noticing that she had struck a nerve. It was a small one, but she had struck it. “Oh, I think he is. If he wasn’t, why haven’t you caught him yet?” She questioned. “Never even knew that Batman was hurt.” She shrugged; Bruce hadn’t told her he had, had an injury…
“When I have him under my control, I want to make it the worst experience of his life.” Bane replied, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. He would not lose his tempter, over something as trivial as talking about Batman. “Your father seems to have kept you in the dark, what a shame. The beloved bat was broken for quite some time.”
Digger hummed at the man repeating the movie, he would make a shocked remark about how he seemed to be confused about it all - if it wasn’t for his name being dropped. “How the fuck do ya know who I am?” He couldn’t recognize the fella, at least not in this light.
“You will learn soon enough, that I know everything.” In Bane’s mind, it wasn’t an exaggeration. He considered himself to be one of the most knowledgeable people in Gotham. “You’ve developed a notable reputation in Gotham.”
“I agree, clowns are boring and overdone. Clowns should just be for kids parties instead of something to try and scare people with, I mean clowns aren’t even scary.”
“Indeed - what a shame. I lay majority of the blame on the shoulders of Stephen King. “ That dreadful book It helped start the craze decades ago. “The ability to create true fear, now that is an art form. The wonderful ability to make hearts stop, hands clammy.”
“I know it’s been a while since I’ve been in the US during October and Halloween but I’m almost certain killer clowns wasn’t a part of it back then.”
“It’s a pity this craze seems to have no purpose. The momentum they have is quite impressive. Clowns are overdone in my opinion.”
“You’re looking to catch Batman.” She stated bluntly, alarm bells ringing full force. “I’d wish you luck with that. He’s quite the evasive nocturnal creature…” Barbara replied sarcastically.
“Not as evasive as he’d like to be.” He hissed, his tempter always flaring at the suggestion his foe was in some way intelligent. “I was hoping to make sure his back is healing well - I heard he had a nasty incident.”
She had, had enough of this.Her bag dropped from her shoulder and Barbara pushed the book back onto the shelf. “What do you want? Stop dancing around the subject and just tell me what you want.”
“I know you have met him.” Bane’s voice hovered above a whisper. He was still being vague, but he always favored dramatics. “I’m looking to catch a bat.”
Bucky shrugged his broad shoulders, not particularly moved by his tone. “I’d say they should study me, but I’ve been through some similar shit and I’m not looking for more of that,” he said. He shrugged again. “I guess so.”
“I’m not sure you’re the most interesting thing they’ve seen anymore.” He didn’t mean it as an insult, merely a fact. With human crocodiles roaming the streets, a man with a human arm wasn’t a rarity. “Do you always shrug this much?”
― WHEN HER EYES met his stature, leah was simply taken aback. just for a moment she absorbed the presence of the man. sure she’d seen some wild characters during her time in hel but she didn’t expect to be greeted with such peculiarity on earth. as her eyes scanned him she collected herself, returning to her poised nature. her lips twisted, ❝ i am, what you call, a foreigner. a distant foreigner. which i like to think is far from being a vagrant. ❞ she responded, pleased with his choice in vocabulary but also disgusted with such an adjective to describe her. she had yet to converse with those who carried the same mannerisms as herself. old fashioned as it might be, it carried elegance and status. her hands folded in front of her as the much larger man stepped forward, ❝ leah.❞ she’d dropped the ‘of hel’ part to spare a complicated conversation. ❝ now, don’t you think it’s only polite if i know your name as well ?? ❞
“A distant foreigner.” He repeated her words, his eyes once again scanning over the fine linens she wore. Leah carried herself in a manner that lent him to believe she was a person of importance in her homeland. The woman was not so unusual that Bane thought she could be alien - like those Guardians - and yet. “Bane is what you may call me. If you are a foreigner, Ms. Leah.” Since his manners had lacked earlier, he made a show of the ones he employed now. “Why have you come to my city?” Looking around, he disliked the attention they had begun to attract. “If you wish, I can show you t a business where milkshakes are indeed served.”
“How often do you think I’ve used a regular printer? I spent seventy years going in and out of a cyro chamber, was on the run for two years, and only recently got back out of the cyro chamber again. I’m still getting used to my smart phone.”
“Ah, yes. The plight of The Winter Solider.” Bane replied, his tone sour. “You are truly a medical marvel. Perhaps becoming better acquainted with our new world would be a wise idea.”
― THOUGH THE HOLLOWED streets of midgard were a sight to see it didn’t compare to her home — her realm, one she was desperately aching to connect with once more. despite her refuse to admit to such, the sorcery she wielded wasn’t strong enough to create a wormhole returning to her home. with books piling wherever she was inhabiting she spent days on end practicing, failing, and practicing once more. it was a vicious cycle that leah grasped on to, for it it was the only ounce of hope she had left. as she explored the city it was no question that leah turned heads. her ethereal beauty but also her attire. her gharga was embellished with heavy jewels and sequins, a long scarf lightly covered her head before coiling down her neck and holding heavy on her waist. the nath that blessed her cherubic face was a piece she simply couldn’t live without. as her adventures progressed she noticed that the city she’d landed it wasn’t the kindest. she encountered many possible misfortunes that could’ve easily been ignored if they had left leah alone. she was elegant yet fierce and she wouldn’t want it any other way. she returned to the busy streets curious to find a location where she could settle down and relax for a moment. she asked a fellow pedestrian, ❝ is it possible that you could direct me to the nearest establishment that distributes milkshakes ?? ❞
He was pleased with how his day had been progressing, until he was approached by the strange woman. Groaning, the noise came out as a muffled static through his mask. Bane took in her outfit, which seemed to be made with expensive materials. Something about her manner of speech peaked his interest, although not nearly enough for him to enjoy a civilized conversation. He would find out what he desired, and be on his way. “Why is a woman, dressed as you are, wandering the streets like a vagrant?” Stepping closer, Bane crossed his arms against the worn leather of his black coat. “I could point you in the right direction, if you give me your name.”
