AN: Hello, world! I'm not totally dead! 8D I have been having some stuff go on, and in February my fiance moved in with me. We're now working on this fanfiction together! It's for The Dark Knight Rises, following the mechanics of that movie. It is also Bane X John Blake. Yes, yes it is. And smutty! It shall be a chapter story, too! And is an alternate version of the story... I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: The Break-In

Bane always worked hard, he struggled sometimes to keep things going yet he never gave up. He knew he was the ultimate power yet the ultimate pawn in her silly, sick game... yet he'd come to care for her... she believed love... but he knew... there was someone else she didn't know he had his eye on... And whom he'd managed to capture secretly. A young detective by the name of John Blake. He had such spunk... such moxie... such fire flowing through his veins. A hothead through and through... and that intrigued him... so he'd found where the other stayed hidden on his own, not wanting to alert anyone...

John seemed to have been an orphan... he cared specially for those still where he had been... He rallied together forces to try and take Bane down... He gathered officers and the commissioner... trying to plot a way to end this mayhem. But it had only just begun... there were still four months, three weeks, and two days left before the bomb was to go... So Bane would have to thwart his efforts for now... but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun, now did it?

She was working on the inside... she'd let it slip where he was hiding... And Bane was sneaking there now... To the hidden recesses of the city in an apartment... perfect hiding place... away from everyone... to think... He could hear his own footfalls, the thudding of his heavy boots, as he walked towards the building and inside it. Finally, he quieted everything so he could silently come to the door and swing it open without a sound.

Eyes glancing about the room, his heart thudded and he stepped in, quietly shutting the door and beginning to look for the little flame he had found himself craving. They hadn't even met, really... yet he wanted this male just from his files and his picture... he wanted to meet him... to have him... And he would... no matter what. He would do whatever it took to have this hothead to himself.

If Bane worked hard, John Blake worked relentlessly. Silently trailing trip wires around a lost city, seeking out those who would otherwise be killed, being contraband in this place in the first place... He skulked around the streets like some kind of rat, diligently trying to free his officer brethren, ganging together with the police commissioner, and, above all, hoping beyond hope that Bruce Wayne, the one and only Batman, would return to the city to help save their hides. Without Batman, he feared hope was lost; however, he always tried to impart the feelings of hope and wishful thinking to others, particularly the remaining boys from the orphanage he'd grown up in.

Currently pouring over his paperwork, reading case files, trying to figure out some kind of plan, even looking over his own notes as to where the bomb would be at this time, John was too submerged in his work to really be able to tell what was going on. He had yet to hear anything past his own thoughts, lost to his plans, his charts, his mental notes and the ones written on countless pads of yellow paper. Thankfully, he'd been able to 'help' rob an office store in order to gain enough paper for all of his thoughts... As well as the police station before it was too destroyed.

Reaching for his now-cold cup of coffee (he'd managed to get a gas-powered hot plate at some point), he sipped it and didn't even take notice of the near-frozen state. Never before had he been so engrossed in his police work that he had neglected everything he had once held dear. His armani suits, his hygiene, his impeccable record... He'd always been a firm believer in justice, and now that he was able to try and bring it, everything else paled in comparison. He was going to bring Bane down, whether he had to do it by himself or not.

"Damn it..." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head a little, "That won't work..."

Stepping into the room and setting eyes on John, the taller male glanced around to make sure there was no way to get caught before silently coming up behind the other and reaching around with one large hand, grabbing him about the neck. Once he had him, he picked him up and slammed him to the ground, keeping an eye on him and watching him warily, removing any and all weapons out of the other's reach.

"There's no escape..." His mask garbled his speech a bit as he turned the other's head, examining him closely.

Caught by the enemy? Here, in his secret sanctuary? How had Bane found him? Why was he not being drug away for sentencing, yet? It... It didn't make any sense. How had this happened? And then it hit him. The commissioner! He wasn't safe here, he couldn't possibly be safe here...

"What do you want with me, Bane?" He managed in a gruff croak, choking a little from the other's pressure on his neck. Gulping just a little, audibly and, even still, Bane could feel the lump in his throat catch and bob, trying to dissolve into his esophagus. The policeman was definitely nervous, void of weapons and nowhere near strong enough to handle this man by himself. If even Batman couldn't take him, what luck did he have on his side? "I'm not afraid of you." Though his body was denying him the proof he needed to back this claim.

With one arm pinning the other's throat down, the other hand reached and caressed the firey male's cheek, petting him gently. His dark eyes were washing over the other's body, watching how he laid and how his fancy suit folded about his body. Even with the terrible state of the city, that suit was still nice and expensive... the boy had taste...

He smirked beneath the mask, "I beg to differ... you are afraid of me... but... don't be."

Don't be? That was easy for him to say. While he tried to put up a tough front, John had never been so terrified in his life. Not once had he been so scared. Sighing softly, he looked down at where those hands where touching him, "I'd be less afraid if I could breathe comfortably." Trying to still act tough, he gulped again, trying hard to breathe properly. With that hand on his throat, it was harder and harder to breathe as the seconds went on.

"Please... What is it you want with me?" He added, eyes narrowing as he still put up that front.

"You're tough... and yet so weak... Vulnerable... Yet you keep fighting..." He removed his arm from the other's throat and set it on his forehead, keeping him there while moving a hand down to feel the suit, "Is this... Armani? You have fine tastes... Very nice...Don't want to ruin that, now do we? It would be such a shame to mess up something so nice... Especially since you probably won't get it again... Treasure what you have, John..."

He nodded, feeling the suit a little more before pulling the other up and standing, "Good... you're not fighting... you wouldn't stand a chance anyways... now come on... come with me... I need you to tell the Commissioner to leave..."

"Those who are truly strong stand for what they believe in, even facing less-than-optimistic odds. You would think you would know that." John struggled a moment before pausing while the other felt over his suit. Treasure what he had? What did that mean? It wasn't like he was going to be given much time to treasure anything but his last breath, at this point. When the other lifted him, he gasped a little, already off the ground. "Y-yes, it is Armani..." He mumbled under his breath, almost in a squeak.

"W-what? I may have lost some respect for the man, but Commissioner Gordon is an important... He's important to us, and I won't let you kill him. You can take me, I don't care, torture me, kill me, exile me, whatever. But you will not hurt Commissioner Gordon. Do you hear me?"

"I didn't say I would hurt him. I came alone. Tell him to leave... to somewhere else... Or I will. Only if I have to tell him to leave, it'll be to his grave. Am I understood? Now get him to leave... and don't let him know that I'm here... or I won't be happy and you'll both go to the sentencing court to be judged by your people. You won't stand a chance... Now do as I say..."

He let go of the other and motioned for him to hurry up and do as he was told, "Just do as I say and I won't harm either of you, nor will you go to the people of Gotham... Make your choice."

There didn't seem to be a definite way to tell if Bane was lying or not, but there was little more he could do than have faith that this wasn't another problematic scheme. Leaving the room, he spoke quietly with the commissioner, though not about Bane being there. He had him leave, to go to see those in the Wayne corporation, hoping to be able to get him to go. Sending him after new leads, the wary policeman returned to Bane. So far, he had kept his promises to the people, and, in the end, he was just another of the people. Sure, he was a cop, but he honestly cared for the safety and security of his city.

"He's gone.. May I ask what this is about?" He questioned, head tilting a little as one eyebrow raised up a little. He honestly looked curious.

Bane looked him over, gently touching his face and fixing his suit a little to smooth out any folds or wrinkles, "You look very nice Mr. Blake..." Leaning down and in to whisper, "Very nice indeed... I think I may just have to speak with you personally... in a more... intimate scenery..."

Grabbing the detective by the back of his neck, he forced him to the bedroom and closed the door behind them, "Now... we can talk without anyone peeking in... if you'll just close the blinds to the window... a very nice place you have here, might I add..."

So complimentary, and suddenly speaking of intimate privacy? This couldn't be good. As a young child, he'd learned what could happen if someone was forceful and speaking this way. Walking over, he lowered the blinds and slid them shut, making his better judgement degrade him. What was he doing, giving in to this criminal? This... This warlord...

"Thank you, Bane... You're..." Looking over the other's body, he couldn't help but notice how muscular the other was, how hard his body looked, the baldness of his head and the way his clothes showed off only certain parts of his anatomy. The way those eyes of his raked over the smaller male's body, it made him shudder with wonder as to what the other could possibly want with him.

The fur on the neck of his coat tickled his neck as he held onto the front of the brown material. Watching the other up and down, he examined him silently, observing how he moved, how his mind and body worked, how his eyes searched with such terror and wonder at what this large, powerful man could do.

Raising his right hand, the only gloved hand, he motioned towards the bed, "Have a seat, John... let's get to know each other... shall we?"

A little curious, and more cautious than he had been in a while, John decided to sit carefully on the edge of the bed. He was lucky to have been able to keep his old apartment, so he knew the bedroom was just his to know what had happened there. Looking up at the other, he tilted his head, not liking how tall and hulking the other was now that he'd taken his seat. It was a little odd, to say the least, to find a man so tall and ready to rip him limb from limb. Or, at least, that was what he assumed. It wasn't like there was a sure thing that Bane wanted from him. At least, not that he could figure.

"What is it you want to know? I'd assume you've done your homework and know all about me..." Shrugging a little, he offered a nearly-forced smile to the other, hoping he'd at least find a place to sit so that there wasn't going to be such a huge height difference.