A/N: I saw The Dark Knight Rises three times and decided I just had to write a fanfiction about Bane 'cause, you know, he's badass. Reviews are quite lovely even though this is just a prologue and might be short, but please be so kind as to tell me what you think :) Forgive me if Bane ever appears out of character; he shouldn't be because he cried in the last parts of the movie and he has shown care and love for a young girl. So, loving one a few others won't be so out-of-character I hope. And I know you'll be like "It isn't that hard to just sit down for two hours to watch Batman Begins", but I'm super lazy, so if Jonathon Crane appears out of character...which I know for sure he will...please don't flame!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC. Enjoy!


"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it." -J.K. Rowling

Prologue

Having been in the business for many, many excruciating years, she knew that if you fell, you either had to pick yourself back up or be left behind. You either followed the boss's rules or be killed. You either have the heart to kill or you never get into the business in the first place. That was her problem. She could easily murder a million souls-important figures of society or not-and leave without a single regret or pain of guilt to clog her mind. In fact, she was great at it.

That was the very reason she was known to Gotham City as the Assassin.

Her first kill landed her in a foreign prison that was built deep into the ground. The prisoners referred it to The Pit of Hell. It wasn't any ordinary prison that was found in cities in America or even small towns. It wasn't anything like the prisons in many other countries, either. The prison was torture. Not of the body, but of the spirit and soul, for there was always a sliver of hope every time one looked up to see the sun peer down. A thought would always cross the mind: Soon, I will be free once more.

But escape was close to impossible. Although, there were two whom managed to climb halfway up the jagged brick walls and jump to the ledge that officially marked success to freedom. One had been herself and the other a child; that very child had been one of her close friends. She was young, yes, but very good company much the same to her as well as a man, who had a loving care for the young girl as well. In a way, the three of them were a sort of trio. They were inseparable and spent most of their time together in the prison. She believed that it was the young girl and the man who kept her alive in that prison. Without them, she knew she would be nothing. Or maybe, she would have felt the bloodlust she normally felt and find herself slaughtering any prisoner who dared to piss her off.

Talia and Bane. The two names she would never forget. The two people whom made her forget she was a monster just like the people who threw her into the pit at just fifteen years old. The two loved ones whom made her think she was just as capable of caring and loving as the next person. The two friends who loved her whether she knew she was lovable or not.

The one man whom she fell in love with made her feel things she never thought she was capable of feeling for someone who was not of blood relation.

However, that was then and now it was a curious journey as to how she landed with this peculiar group of men in front of her. It appeared everyone in the room was just as good as friends as the next group of people who talked, drank, cracked jokes and played silly games of cards. But she knew that when it came down to when she needed help, she would not get it. She would have to fend for herself; pick herself back up all on her own. And that was okay. She found her happiness and security in other forms, so at that point, it was no matter.

Every day after she had gotten out of that hellhole, she was constantly thinking about them. However, the more she thought of them, the more their faces became nothing but a blur with no picture, no object to remind her that she was loved and maybe...hopefully, being missed.

She clenched her jaw at how deep her thoughts were going. She balled up her hand into a fist, trying to shake the memories off and focus on the goons in front of her. There were so many of them that she sometimes found herself looking at each face hoping that one of them was Talia.

However, she was mostly hoping she would find Bane.


A/N: I really appreciate those who have read this!