The Dark Knight Copyright to Christopher Nolan and Jonathan Nolan
Batman copyright to Bob Kane
This chapter is pretty much a prologish thing-a-ma-jig. HOT DAMN.
"All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death."
Gwendolyn B. Bennett
Thick callused fingers run along the metal grilling of the mask, the leather straps to hold the apparatus is soft and well worn after years of constant use. Sighing, the old man runs his fingers through his thin white hair; this is going to be a long night especially with Mordecai's guest's hard gaze. Those grey eyes only sharpen his sense's, one misplaced word or move will cost him his safety, however at this point he keeps forgetting to care, it must be his age. Hundreds of eyes watch from the walls, ghostly faces dressed in ribbons and silk. Every doll in Mordecai's shop plays as a witness to their meetings, this beast seems to be needing help more often than not. Wonderful.
"It is going to take some time to fix, perhaps a day or so. Why must you be so brutal to her, you are truly one breath away from death, and this, this is the only thing stopping it." He places the mask on the table and reaches into a lower cabinet in his workshop table, never looking away from the man before him. He knows better. Once his son got involved with this cause Mordecai could do nothing but watch with the helplessness of a child, his family picked off one by one for a twisted ideal by one man.
"Time? Time is something I cannot waste Calfuray."
Taking a sharp intake of breath, the large framed man sits in the shops only comfortable piece of furniture, a sagging arm chair with a faint smell of diesel and pine. His knuckles are white from constantly clenching his fists. The I.V. in his arm pushes the morphine through his blood, which finally begins giving him a small comfort. "I'm quite certain that you will finish it tonight, or perhaps I will find someone else to assist me. Mr. Calfuray our business arrangement is simple enough, I gather you don't want to lose your shop, or your granddaughter" The younger man squeezes the bag of morphine in his large hand, he sighs deeply, enjoying the rush of relief like a caress from an old lover.
Mordecai stops moving, his breathing hitches in his throat, he looks down at his withered palms, the age spots mixing with the deep set wrinkles and scars. "Bane, I will finish this for you tonight and if you need to kill me after, fine. I will accept death into my arms like an old friend if it comes to that, but you will never see her; I'll make damn sure of it." Looking up his words lose meaning to the giant of a man, in Banes cold eyes is a fog brought on by the I.V. Mordecai put in his arm hours ago. "You probably can't hear me now." He touches Banes hand earning him a grunt of confusion. "Perhaps you placed your trust in the wrong person boy, just imagine how easy it would be to kill you right now, slip of a sharp tool, an air bubble in your I.V, it would be so easy. I should just break your neck like you broke my son's, how would you feel about that."
Banes eyes leave the old man's face, it was impossible to decipher what he was saying, he did not care, and the pain seemed too close to spilling back into his body. The old man was proving to be a nuisance but he was then only connection he had to her. The shop proves to be far more interesting while sleep envelopes him, the sea of faces fade into one another, masks, so many, expressions, feelings, always waiting. Through the ghostly smiles, one doll apart from the others sits broken, hidden on a high shelf. The smallest fracture curves through her empty eyes, even the raven hair reminds him of her. It must have been a tiny twin the old man made for her when she was small. How appropriate, she was almost like it in every way, a type a perfection that is slowly chipping away.
The room sways and dreams stream through his mind.
Bane looks down at the pale woman curled against his chest, the wild mane of black curls soft and fragrant. She always smelled of diesel and something sweet, he could never put a name to it, but it always found a way to calm him. Stirring she looks up, her face expressionless, the eyes deep black orbs, wide and calculating. He wheezes a sigh through his mask and reaches for her, she instinctively moves away and sits up.
"I-I shouldn't be here, damn-it I need to go home." Banes hand immediately snatches her arm and pulls her against him, she struggles, and a deep scowl pulls down the sides of her face, almost making a pout. Trying to pull away she bares her teeth in annoyance. "This was a mistake." The large man laughs and flips her over to pin her to the bed. In a fluid motion he enters her, with her eyes wide she wiggles beneath him arching her back with every thrust, sputtering curses and moans.
"And what a beautiful mistake you are."
If you see some mistakes I apologize, I'll go back to fix them when I'm not busy. Damn, got to say I love Banes character, so complex and fun to use. You'll find out the OC name later cause I roll like that. Reviews are love.