For some reason I have been obsessed with bane lately...

He is just so sexy to me XD I liked him in the shows and comics,

but in the movie I found myself loving him,

so all I find myself doing lately is looking things up about him.

I guess writing this is a way to let out this whole random attraction XD

I may make this go on a while if people like it, otherwise it'll just be a small romantic two-shot, ya'll decide.

Reviews are lovely, Echo


Firefly

Chapter 1: Console

In Gotham there are two types of bars, the ones anyone can go to, and the ones only the criminal masterminds and their henchmen can attend. If some average Joe walked into one of those he'd probably get a bullet lodged in his skull, or worse, depending on who was in attendance.

This night was one of the more popular ones, the dance floor was packed full with goons and their women, all swaying and drinking. Bane wasn't a dancer, he'd probably break someone in the process if he tried. So he occupied the bar, which was mostly empty after the music changed to a fast song. He had a drink in his hand, his eyes focused on the ice as it swirled in the glass when he shook it. He didn't particularly enjoy drinking itself, moving his mask even for the moments to take sips stung a bit, but the drunken stupor he was feeling was worth it. He'd been gone for weeks on a continuous set of missions, and his whole body felt overworked. He wasn't tired, he never felt tired, he just felt like he could use a break, and a woman. That's what brought his eyes glancing around the room. His usual sexual appetite hadn't been satiated since before his mission, and every painful gulp had the need to throw a woman's back out of alignment growing immensely.

He finished off his glass and set it down, leaning back in the stool a bit. He glanced over, noticing a young girl had took a seat a couple stools away from him. He recognized her from her hair, which was a bright red that reached to her lower back and was thick enough to seem like a mane. She took care of it well, and had it brushed in a part so it covered one eye. He had noticed before she had a scar over the eye she covered. The long red hair shined even in the dim light, and moved each time she did. She was short, barely five foot, and fragile looking. Her body was curvy though, and showed she had become a woman. Her curves were larger then most, and he couldn't help looking at the roundness of her rear when she leaned forward to call the bartender over. Her voice was shy, but demanding. It was apparent she wasn't in the best of moods. Perhaps he could fix that.

He moved beside her, noticing when she turned the one visible eye was a stunning green, emphasized by the watery look it had. Her look was somber, and burned into his eyes in a way that made him shift uncomfortably, emotion was not his strong suit.

"Hazel, right?" He asked, hoping he had remembered correctly. The girl nodded and turned to thank the bartender, taking a rather strong drink in her hand. He knew whatever saddened her must really had affected her, she usually ordered the lighter fruity drinks with the small umbrellas he never understood. She downed the drink before speaking.

"Yeah, Hazel. Bane, if I'm correct? You make quite a name for yourself." She said, holding a stoic tone and looking into her glass. He chuckled deeply, noticing the sound made her fidget.

"I guess that makes sense. I've done a few things here and there." He answered, ordering another glass. She smiled a bit in response, but the look in her eye stayed.

"I've heard." She put a straw in her cup, stirring the ice.

"So, are you okay?" He asked, trying not to sound to detached. He hoped he had managed a bit of sympathy.

"Not really…" She sighed, rubbing her bare arms with shaky hands. She had a strapless red dress on that reached mid-thigh with black leather boots. Around her neck was a black onyx stone on a platinum chain, the jewel resting just above her cleavage, pulling the attention away from the start of her round breasts. He glanced at them a moment, getting an even better view due the dramatic difference in their heights. It took a moment for him to remember their conversation.

"Oh, what's wrong?" He asked, she hadn't noticed his gaze, being too distraught. Her eyes were focused on her glass.

"Blue was hurt in a gang fight…" She said, her voice cracking a bit. This caught his attention, pulling him back from the realm of round butts and perky breasts. He remembered she had a brother, Blue, who was a part of Black Mask's gang. She wasn't a part, but being raised by him made her one of them in a way. She had been getting in to different deals though, just turning 18, but hadn't picked any gang yet. Her brother was supportive of her, from what Bane had heard.

"I'm sorry. How bad?" He asked, looking up at her. She shook her head, biting her lip a moment, a soft whimper escaping her throat. Bane was feeling more awkward, but he knew he was stuck. He reached over and patted her shoulder, his large hand engulfing her shoulder. She sighed a shaky breath and looked up at him finally.

"Stabbed in the stomach. He'll be okay. It…it was my fault though. He fought someone for me." She frowned, putting her drink down. "I was helping him transfer a gun shipment and a rival gang came to steal the crates, one man caught me and dragged me in the alley. I knew…what he wanted. I was terrified, he had knocked the gun from my hand. Blue had four men on him though, so I knew I wouldn't be getting any help. I hit at the man, and managed to get his gun out his hand. It fell and he kicked it away. I tried to run for it but he tackled me to the ground, hands all over me. I kicked him but he took his knife out, I stilled then. Blue came though, he had shot the other men when he heard me fighting. He fought the man, and killed him, but was stabbed in the process. I wish I was stronger. I hate being the weak new girl." Her eyes were lost, staring off into space. A tear rolled down her cheek. Bane reached forward and wiped it away, feeling an odd feeling in his chest. His heart swelled in frustration, seeing her so helpless. He wanted to console her, protect her. This world was too dangerous for a teenage girl. He couldn't blame Blue though, it was all he knew himself.

"That isn't your fault. There is nothing wrong with being a woman. It's just difficult in the crime world, since so many men will not look at you as an equal. Maybe if you became like an assistant…"

"I'm no Harley Quinn." She rolled her eyes. Bane laughed a bit at that.

"I'm not saying that Hazel. I'm saying that you aren't ready for this yet on your own. Blue is young himself, still making mistakes. You need someone experienced." He noticed he was still holding her cheek, and he let his hand fall, landing on her knee. She looked down at it, and managed her first sincere smile.

"Thank you, that's true I guess. Everyone has to start somewhere." She said, placing her hand on his.

"So what will you do now?" He asked, pleased to see her feeling a bit better.

"Get as drunk as possible, forget it all, and maybe find my way into the comforting arms of a sexy criminal." She said bluntly, finishing off her drink. Bane's arm encircled her waist, pulling her body into his. He noticed her small curvy form fit into his muscular body perfectly, like a lock and key. He liked it, he felt like they were meant to be close.

"Have someone in mind?" He spoke deeper, seeing the shiver rock down her spine at his tone. He had that affect on women, his voice naturally seductive when it grew deep. She looked up, her eyes needy now.

"I think you know." She moved into his lap, grinding her hips on his with a smile. She finished off another drink, and ordered one more, never moving from his lap. He held her sides, eyeing her body. He knew in a way he was taking advantage of her drunken sorrow, but he only felt the need to protect her from others, not himself. She was his little toy to play with now.