"Mmm, my my would you look at that." Sheridan said leaning over the counter to gawk at a passing man. Margo glanced up from her papers to look at Sheridan's newest victim, tall, dark, dressed in a smoky grey suit, hair perfectly slicked back. Margo snorted and rolled her eyes, "Not my type."
Sheridan cocked a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at her, "What is you type Margo? You pass up every fine looking thing that passes by here." She sat down on the chair next to Margo and continued, "And they've gotta have tons of money! Hello, it's the stock exchange!"
"I don't care about money, Sher, money is the thing that causes so much corruption. We see guys come out of here every day with injuries because of the fights they get in. And what is it for? Money." Margo said.
Sheridan laughed, the sound like bells in the wind, "Ok, Margo, point proven. But someday, someday I tell you, I will set you up with the perfect guy!"
They continued the day at the front desk of the Gotham City Stock Exchange, making small talk about the weather, the perfect place for ice cream, and the Gotham Rogues' six game winning streak. Before she knew it, it was time for Margo's shift to end.
"Hey, Marg, you wanna hit up Ziggy's for a couple of drinks tonight?" Sheridan asked, as Margo buttoned up her black peacoat. Margo smiled, but shook her head, "Not tonight, Sher, I'm just not feeling it."
"Ok," Sheridan smiled, "have a good night!"
"You too." Margo said, and pushed the doors open, the marble floor turning into concrete under her feet. It was already dark outside, a cool breeze rustling her dark brunette hair around her shoulders. Winter was coming, she could smell it in the air, and her potted plants she kept at home were already starting to wilt.
Margo cut through the back alley of the stock exchange, something she did every night. It was the fastest way to get to her small apartment, only five blocks away if she cut through the alley. She wrapped her silky white scarf around her neck, tucking it in her coat, and started walking.
Ahead of her, the back door of the exchange opened and four men emerged, holding different uniforms of the workers at the exchange. They all stopped when they saw her, glancing at each other as if wondering what to do.
Margo stopped, eyeing the men cautiously, and turned to walk the other way.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" She heard a deep male voice say behind her. She took a deep breath and started walking faster. Footsteps started toward her, and she looked over her shoulder to see them coming after her. She gasped and started running, but one of the men caught her arm and yanked her around. Margo let out a whimper as he held her against him. "I asked you, where do you think you're going?"
"I just want to go home, please." Margo said.
"Not with an ass like that." the man said, "What do you think boys, it's still a little too warm outside to wear a jacket, don't ya think?"
The other men smirked, "Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking Jay."
"No, please, I'll give you money." Margo said, "I'll give you anything you want, just let me go."
"Anything we want?" The man holding her arm leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Now you really shouldn't have said that." and then he crushed his mouth on hers.
Margo screamed, struggling against him. She beat her fists against his chest and tried to kick him, but the other three men gathered around her and caught her legs. They threw her on the ground behind a dumpster, and struggled with the buttons on her coat. She saw a glass bottle next to her and grabbed it, smashing it against the head of the man nearest her. He cried out in pain, grabbing his bloody face. The others all stared at him in slight shock. The one who had kissed her grabbed her chin, "You bitch!" He rose his balled fist into the air and was ready to send it crashing into her face when the door to the stock exchanged opened again.
Out emerged a man of average height, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and grey army pants. He had a full head of messy brown hair, and a small beard growing on his chin. Margo could already imagine what Sheridan would say, "Damn, now that boy's fine!"
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, his voice deep and accented.
"Sir, we were-uh-"
"Bitch attacked me sir!" the man she had hit with the bottle said.
Margo's savior snorted, giving a half smile, "Good for her." he clapped his hands together and stepped forward, "But to me, it looked like you were the ones attacking."
"We just wanted a little fun, sir. Bane's got us shut up in those sewers, none of us see any action anymore!"
The boss grabbed the man that had kissed Margo by the collar and hoisted him up so they were face to face, "I should kill you myself, save Bane the trouble."
They were all obviously troubled by his words and shook their heads, "No, sir, please Bane doesn't need to know about this!"
"Why not?"
"He needs us for tomorrow!"
"Replacements are easy to find." the boss said, and threw the man to the side. He knelt beside Margo and asked, "Are you alright ma'am?" his harsh voice turning soft.
Margo stayed silent, feeling herself shaking.
"May I see your hand?" He motioned to her right hand, which she now noticed was bleeding. "Sure." she said quietly, holding it out to him. He inspected it carefully, before tearing a piece of his scarf off and wrapped it around her hand, "Well, good news," he said, "you won't lose it."
If it weren't for the circumstances, Margo might have laughed. She took her hand out of his quickly, cradling it to her chest, "Thank you."
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Margo." she breathed.
"Barsad." he said, holding out his hand. She stared at it until he retracted it and said, "Don't worry, these men will be dealt with," he glared at them, "trust me." he stood and motioned to the others, his voice turning from soft to assertive, "Let's go."
They jumped up and followed him down the alley, and he ushered them around the corner. Before he disappeared, he looked back. She stared at him, and he stared back before blinking and disappearing in the shadows.
And so we have it folks, the first chapter to my Barsad story! Don't get me wrong, I love Bane and I'm going to continue with the sequel to Vow to Protect, but I just rewatched the movie and decided I needed to write a story for Barsad. He's too gorgeous not to have a little loving! Reviews are completely appreciated! :D So read, review, do what you want! :D