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The Shadows Betray You
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: August 10, 2012, 6:24 pm
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I'm very sorry about this. I don't think this one will drag on
very long; tis supposed to be just a one shot so perhaps one
more post after this will complete it. Once again, I apologise.
Bane may not be everyone's cup of tea, and I'm still racking my
brain to work out why it is attracted to him at all, still
baffling.
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In my arms rested a rather scruffy looking teddy bear. It was
caramel brown in colour, almost as smooth as fudge in texture,
donning a snowy white button nose. As my legs carried me through
the streets of Gotham, avoiding everyone who was pushing by and
yelling obscenities, I wondered who it belonged to. My thoughts
immediately jumped to a small child who might have dropped it
during all of this madness, thanks to a madman who was currently
parading around the city as though he owned it. To the people of
Gotham, at least a handful, he was like a God. To me and a huge
number of others, he was nothing but a maniac who should be
locked up, if ever he would reopen the prisons. I was doubtful
criminals would ever wake up to bars again now that this horror
of a human being was supposedly in charge. I felt that the most
appropriate place to take this adorable little cuddly friend was
to the new court that had been established by his royal
highness, Bane. A member of the public, who had once been
accused of criminal damage and thrown into prison years ago, was
its judge. All I could recall about the chaos he had thrown
about, was the untimely death of Harvey Dent, a once true and
loyal to his words kind of man. He would have been a great
leader for our community, if Batman had multiplied to take on
both Scarecrow and the Joker, as well as their minions.
There seemed to be something different and almost unique about
this particular criminal action; Banes recapturing of what
should rightfully be the peoples. Apparently, far too many
people actually believed he spoke of justice and peace among
all, but they were very wrong. If only such delusional minds
could be corrupted with intelligence for once, the city would
not be in such a state, and people like myself would not fear
going to sleep at night under his watch.
“Briar Lovell, the last person I would expect to see here”
Scarecrow said.
I scowled, despite the company around me. It was not known for
me to show any form of politeness toward a man like him; one who
knew he had done wrong but would never own up to it. Instead, he
had chosen to sit back and lie through his teeth, watching
others bear the burden of his guilty acts.
“Not a friendly mood at all, Lovell” he sneered, asking me to
approach the chair.
Ignoring his sarcasm as best I could, my back hit the chair
rather heavily as two men pushed me onto it. Cursing under my
breath seemed to capture his attention briefly as he told me to
speak up, so instead of making things worse for myself, I went
on and told him what my problem was.
“Actually pansy, it’s a matter of finding the owner of this
rather worn out teddy bear” I said, smirking when he grimaced at
my nickname for him.
“Order in the court!” he shouted, as a bunch of people to my
right began chattering to themselves.
Silence surrounded the hollow hall, so much so that you could
most likely hear the footsteps of a mouse crawling along the
basement floors. Once every last voice had died down, a few
people made way for someone to walk through them, and when their
voice echoed around the room, I sunk low in my chair. It was
Bane; his voice was unmistakable. My breathing became rapid and
I gripped the thin material of my jumpsuit trousers and bit my
lip to prevent any cries for help. I did not wish to be in a
room full of people and the centre of attention to a man I
loathed to hell and back. We had spent a few moments alone
together already. In fact, they seemed to occur frequently, but
most of all when he wanted a little entertainment.
I clicked the heels of my ankle boots against the concrete
floor, and a stern look from Bane as he kneeled in front of me,
shut me right up. My body froze instantly, though my breath
continued to suffocate me with its increasing speed. Bane, who
appeared to be smiling through the mask he wore, as it reached
his eyes, gripped my knee with one of his hands. It sent jolts
from my leg, throughout my whole body, almost as though I was a
bug that had just been zapped by lightning. It was incredibly
unnerving, to allow him the satisfaction of having such an
effect on me. All he had to do was lightly brush my clothes and
my heart would jump into my throat. It was clearly a sign of
something I only wished did not exist; not with him.
With a shaking hand, I reached up to grab my sunglasses from
their resting place on my head, and pulled them down over my
eyes. At least now no one around us could see into my soul, and
I was hoping that Bane had the same trouble. He squeezed my leg
with surprising gentleness, and stood upright staring down at
me. His eyes lingered on my face for a while, the room still
silent as the grave. Then, they drifted down to the teddy bear I
had begun to crush in my embrace. It was indeed a comfort, so
whoever had lost it must surely miss it.
Bane offered his hand out to me, and I reluctantly took it.
Gasps started at one end of the hall and finished at the other
as he led me through the crowds and out of the building. Once we
were outside, a few of his men tagging along behind, he still
wouldn’t release his hold on my hand. I can’t say that I did not
like it, as I did, perhaps a little too much now that I was able
to think freely about it. As my mind was no longer filled with
the faint whispers of Gotham’s people, it became insanely clear
to me what was going on. I brushed it off many times before, but
each time something new happened, it all came flooding back to
me. It could only mean that I was or had already developed
strong feelings for a man I knew I could never learn to love.
Or, perhaps underneath his hard exterior, there might very well
be a loving and devoted kind of man. I scoffed a little at the
idea. There was absolutely no way Bane could even come close to
anything like that. At least, not with how he portrays himself
in and around Gotham, showing his truest colours to the world.
“I think you’ll find that precious bear you’re holding belongs
to me” he said, pulling me into a dark and abandoned building.
His men spread out into the darkness to stand guard, whilst Bane
led me through to a room with steel fencing surrounding it,
rather than concrete walls. I was a little unsure and somewhat
scared by this, but when he let me go and walked forward, I
released a long breath. As he stood with his back to me and his
hands clinging to the fencing, he told me to be seated, but
there was nowhere to sit but the floor, and that didn’t look all
to comfortable to me right now.
“Thank you for the offer, Bane, but I don’t feel like sitting” I
spoke, bravely.
His intimidating figure approached me until my back was pressed
right up against the fence. With his face inches from my own,
and his heavy breathing, my mind became clouded. I did not even
notice him grab the teddy from my arms until he stepped back
again, keeping it at a far distance from me. Curiously, I asked
him why on earth a grown man would carry around a teddy bear,
especially given the type of man he was.
“It holds many memories, happier memories, ones I would very
much like to remember” he said.
“Oh” I said, shutting up immediately.
Bane never was the kind of man who would willingly open up about
his private life, especially his past. Any man or woman who had
spoken of it to him did not end up too well off, and I did not
wish to join them.
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Re: The Shadows Betray You
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: August 20, 2012, 5:59 pm
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“Bane, forgive me. I don’t know why such a thing has anything to
do with me, but what happened to you?” I asked, stepping closer
to him.
Still with his back to me, one hand gripping the fence and
another holding the teddy with his fingers, he took a deep
breath. I watched his shoulders begin to shake a little and
wondered what I had said. It had not been my intention to upset
him, or make him angry, but at the moment I couldn’t tell which
it was. Slowly, he removed his hand from the fence and turned to
face me. In the darkness, I could barely make out the expression
on his face, and I don’t suppose it helped in the slightest that
his face was partially hidden behind a mask anyway. He walked
towards me, and I took steps back again until I couldn’t go any
further. My heart quickened as he continued to step closer, it
now becoming obvious that he was grinning from ear to ear at the
fear he ignited in me. Sure enough, my previous theory about him
lacking any matter of kindness had been true; it was truly
impossible to imagine.
“Briar, is that right?” he asked, knowing full well it was
indeed my name.
I growled in response, turning my head away from his intense
stare. I just couldn’t play his games anymore, for they always
ended up with me getting hurt one way or another. Even if the
games he played did not exist to him, and I was simply believing
he knew what he was doing just to thrive off my pain. Surely he
didn’t know just how much I had wanted all this time to just
jump on him, as evil as he was.
“I could tell you, but then, I might have to kill you” he said,
with all seriousness.
Panic coursed through my veins at his words, and the deadly look
in his eyes, but I wouldn’t allow him to see just how afraid I
was. Besides, since moving to Gotham years ago, I hadn’t had
much of a life anyway. No one befriended me and no one got close
enough for anything else, so I wondered what I was so scared of.
Nobody would miss me if he did take my life, so there was no
reason to worry about it.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, noticing my eyes tearing up.
“Nothing” I answered, “Are you going to tell me then?”
Bane, a little taken back by my bravery, stuttered a moment
before stepping back again. He stood there, still as a soldier,
just watching me. My cheeks grew hot under his gaze, but I was
thankful the darkness was probably hiding most of it. Then, he
unexpectedly grabbed my hand again, his other clinging tightly
to the bear he had lost, and pulled me through a dark tunnel.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, trying to free my hand.
Even the touch of his hand on mine sent jolts right through me;
it was unnerving. The further we walked, the darker it became
and my fear rose dramatically. I tried to focus on something
that would distract me from my inward battle to launch at him
and make a run for it. Darkness had never been my favourite, and
I certainly wasn’t comfortable being led through a whole load of
it by a crazy man like Bane.
“This is where I spent most of my childhood and teenage years”
he said, releasing me.
I looked around the darkened area and became incredibly
frustrated when I realised I couldn’t see a thing. Then, I heard
the sound of electricity and a loud rumble; he had turned on the
lights above us. My eyes scanned the area for a long while
before I understood what had happened to him. Bane had been
imprisoned for most of his life, and this must have been his
cell that we were currently standing in. The thought of him
being held in here for so many years, as well as many others,
made me shiver in horror. It did not look too nice a place at
all and I couldn’t imagine how anyone would survive so long in
such poor conditions.
“Bane, I’m sorry, I didn’t..” I said.
“Joseph, my real name is Joseph” he said, turning to face me.
The tears slipping from what were usually emotionless eyes shot
pain right through my chest. I had never seen him in such a
state before, and knew it must have been a terrible part of his
life, being stuck down here without proper light, food or
shelter. Sighing, I took a step closer, feeling braver than I
normally would around him. After admitting such a thing, crying
in front of me and making is obvious he was not a monster who
thrived off of the pain of others, it was clear his heart was
warm and gentle. I wondered then why he had caused so much
trouble for this city, and why he insisted on tormenting me.
“Joseph” I said quietly, lifting my hand to lay upon his
shoulder.
He was facing me, but his head hung low as though he was utterly
ashamed of what he had become.
“I honestly don’t think any less of you for this. Of course,
given the destruction and damage you have caused to the city of
Gotham over the last few months, I cannot forgive you so easily.
However, I am willing to look beyond it all, as I now understand
who you really are and what might have brought this upon you.” I
said,
Joseph looked up at me, his eyes asking a million questions. It
seemed he thought I would want nothing more to do with him ever
again, but he was wrong. It made me fall even deeper into
dangerous territory when I realised my heart wanted him more
than it had before. It was craving him, desperately. In his
eyes, a flicker of something I couldn’t describe flew by, but
before I could speak again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me ever
so close against his chest. His hand released its grip and he
snaked his arm around my waist so I couldn’t escape him. What
once was frightening, became intensely pleasurable. Had I known
he was thinking the same thing, I would pounce on him right now,
but I couldn’t be so foolish as to think he might just return my
feelings. There was always something he wanted out of moments
like this. I knew, he had done it many times.
“What are you after?” I asked, daring to meet his gaze.
“Just you” was all he said, slipping his mask off and allowing
me to look at him properly.
My body froze in anticipation, for I had closed my eyes the
second he pulled me toward him, out of worry. Now, it was like
electricity running through my veins as I slowly opened them
again, after hearing the air release from his mask, indicating
he had removed it. I was also frightened of what I might end up
face to face with, as he had always insisted on keeping his mask
on at all times. He’d told me once it was vital for his survival
that it remained in place.
“Wow” I muttered, trailing my fingers over his lips.
His lips were mesmerising; his top lip in particular with its
delicious fullness. I was so caught up in watching his mouth as
he spoke, that I didn’t even hear him confessing his feelings,
but it all became clear the moment he lowered his mouth to mine,
and entranced me with a powerful and needy kiss I could just not
turn from.
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