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The frail girl sits on the small worn bed in the corner of the room, her eyes fixed on the giant metal door, which was unfortunately locked from the outside. The nails of her right hand pick at the cuticles of her left, managing to grab hold of a strip of skin that she slowly pulls off. Her eyes never leave the door as she brings her bleeding finger to her mouth and sucks. Eyelids flutter as the sting of her saliva spreads up her thumb. The loud rumblings had started four minutes and 37 seconds ago, and were getting louder. She smirked, knowing she was the target of whoever the source of the ruckus was. Finally, several bullets puncture the lock, and the door swings open. She doesn't move a muscle other than to drop her hand from her mouth. The men, heavy with vests and guns, walk in.
"Anastasia Delcourt?" The one in the front asks her as his brown eyes meet her gray ones.
"The one and only. How may I help you?" She asks, a smirk playing on her pale, cracked lips.
"Bane requests your presence." The same man says, almost sarcastically. As if you have a choice, he thinks.
"Took him long enough." Anastasia gets up and walks out, following the armed men out of Arkham Asylum.
She couldn't deny her fascination with the man. Bane, he calls himself. He'd been taking control of the city for weeks, planning on giving it back to the people. At least she'd been able to keep up at Arkham, thanks to her TV watching privileges. And now that it had almost come time to completely unravel this city, he had sought her out.
"Nice place you got here." Anastasia broke through the silence, squinting at the shitty sewers around her.
"It serves its purpose." She couldn't help but smile at his voice. It was altered, almost robotic. Surprisingly high pitched for someone of his size, but it still managed to send chills up her spine. Though not from fear. God, this man is huge, she thought to herself.
"You must be wondering why I brought you here." Bane continues.
"I'm guessing it has something to do with bringing Gotham to its knees." He smirks, which is apparent from the creases at the corner of his right eye.
"Something like that. But I don't need your help. I assure you I'm quite capable of doing so on my own." Anastasia frowns, slightly confused, before Bane continues talking. "I was merely curious as to how the city of Gotham could lock up its finest citizen!" Now that, Anastasia wasn't confused about. She smiled one of her finest wicked smiles at the giant that stood before her.
"What can I say, no one understands me!" She fakes a whiny, adolescent voice. "However, if you don't require my assistance, may I go?" Not that she wasn't interested in the man, but she simply had other things to attend to. Bane lets out a voluminous laugh before answering her question.
"Of course! You are not a prisoner here." And with that, the 5'8'' girl turned on her heels and walked back through the sewers that she came from, something very little people got to do. Of course, she knew that would not be the last time she saw Bane. She knew he had busted her out for a reason. With that thought, she strutted down the snowy, empty streets of Gotham, back to her home.
It wasn't much, but the small, two bedroom house had been in her family for a long time. Tipping the potted plant on the front porch over, she grabbed the spare key and unlocked the door. As she stepped inside, the deep red living room greeted her, as well as her dead cat in the middle of the hall.
"Oh. Well…That's unfortunate." She said to herself as she took a careful step over the carcass, towards the kitchen. She didn't dare open the fridge, sure that half the items in there had grown fur by now. However, as her ears adjusted to the quiet, she could distinctly hear the buzzing of the fridge. She frowned, surely all power had been turned off when she was admitted 3 years ago? She hand reaching out towards the sink, she turns the faucet and sure enough, clear water poured down. At that second, it clicked in her mind. She mentally thanked Bane for preparing her house for her.
"Time to finally have an unsupervised shower!" Anastasia told herself. She took the stairs two at a time and wasted not a second before she stripped herself of her Arkham patient uniform. As she waited for the water of the shower to warm up, she stared at herself in the mirror. She had not seen herself in almost a year. She vaguely remembers the day she had her mirror privileges taken away from her. Snapping out of her nostalgia, her light gray eyes settled on her own face. It was thin and pale. She would need to fix that, and soon. Couldn't go around looking like a starved ghost, now could she? She had lost plenty of weight in Arkham, which was apparent by how her ribs and hips protruded from her body. And her hair. God, her fucking hair. Why the hell was it so hard to get a haircut around that hellhole? It now reached her lower back and the shiny black color it used to be had faded to a dull, almost gray color. Anastasia tore her eyes away from her reflection and stepped into the almost scalding shower. God, it felt good. Apparently, comfortable showers were prohibited at Arkham, leaving her to wash herself under freezing water, not to mention the supervision of her favorite nurse, Gina.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom slams open, showing a very stoic Bane in the doorway. Anastasia pulled the curtain back, unembarrassed at her almost exposed body.
"May I help you?"
"Yes." He replies in that voice that send sparks right up her spine. "Get dressed and come downstairs." She raises her eyebrow at him and scoffs.
"I haven't taken a hot shower in three years. You can wait." Anastasia turns back to her shower. However, not a second later, Bane rips the curtain off completely and grabs the shower nozzle. His eyes interlocking with her now wide ones, he turns the water off, and successfully rips it off the wall, rendering the shower useless.
"Are you serious?!" She yells at him. "I was just at your nice little sewer home, you couldn't talk to me there? Instead of coming here 15 minutes after me leaving, and breaking my fucking shower?"
"No." He simply replies, almost amused, and with that his arm reaches for her neck. A move most people wouldn't even notice until their air supply was cut off completely. Thankfully for Anastasia, she wasn't unfamiliar with the League of Shadows, which she was sure Bane knew. Her thin, naked frame bent back, allowing his hand to connect with the tile wall behind her. Bane smirked. She doesn't disappoint, he thought.
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