The Fire Rises

Guten tag my gorgeous people you :) Okay, so I know I haven't been very thorough and have been almost non existent when it came to my other fanfics, I'm currently at university and haven't had much time to maintain them *bows and gives you homemade cookie* for that I am deeply sorry and will try my hardest to continue writing them.

A bit of background on this, I have been a fan of Tom Hardy for a very long time and his portrayal of Bane made my hair stand on end lol. After watching Dark Knight Rises, I thought that he NEEDED to be a character in at least one of my fanfics :3 The characters are a little OOC so I hope you like how I have portrayed Bane, the story is based after Gotham's reckoning when Bane just upped and disappeared.

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains some strong language, violence and may harbour mature adult themes (sex lol) but maybe later on depending on how Arabia reacts to Bane. I do not own any Dark Knight characters apart from my own and write these stories purely for fun.


Chapter 1

"Why don't you ever do as you are told?" My father frowned at me as we sped down the street in his black Mercedes.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Dad, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not interested in the family 'business'? Don't think I don't know about your dodgy dealings with the Mafia and quite frankly, I would rather have nothing to do with any of it."

"You don't know anything!" He snapped, obviously on the defensive, I wasn't stupid, I knew he worked with the mob bosses of Gotham, the things he would buy was bought with blood money, even this car had been a gift for his "services".

My dad has a business dealing with debts and money, to be honest I still don't know what it is that exactly means, so I would rather not meddle with things I don't know the full story about. I put my headphones in and turned my iPod up loudly, blocking him out; he glared at me as the chauffeur drove us down the high street, I know he was probably mumbling stuff like "just like your mother" and "needs to learn some respect and manners". I'm just one big disappointment to him, everyday I hear him mumble to himself that I should have gone away with my "whore of a mother" (his words not mine), that I should have been born a boy or that he wishes I was more like him, I don't even look like him and I'm grateful to my mother for that because I hate being a corrupt businessman's daughter at the best of times. He always comments on how I'm like my mother, devious, head strong and stubborn, he even comments that I look like her, which I'm glad for, I can just about tolerate sharing DNA with him. We have absolutely nothing in common which is why I moved out 5 years ago, I couldn't stand the way he and some his family would treat me with such disdain and disgust, like I never belonged with them, I hate my grandmother the most, which is where we are off to now. Every month we have a family get together, I have been avoiding them for the last five months but now I am being forced to go, apparently my grandmother "misses" me, I don't buy it at all.

We arrived at her house that dad paid for (probably with drug money), we got out and walked up the gravel drive, I kept my headphones in but turned the music off, if I hear my name being mentioned at least once I'm switching it on, I don't care if it makes me look antisocial.

"Behave yourself and mind your manners." Dad said, straightening his tie.

"Can you please tell your mother that..." I muttered, causing him to glare at me a second time.

He opened the door with his key and dragged me in by my sleeve, I yanked my arm away as soon as we got inside, cursing him under my breath, I wasn't standing for any crap today, it's bad enough that I was bullied to come in the first place. We walked into the kitchen that was full of my relatives, I hung behind him as I didn't want to be the first one going into the lion's den.

"Bobby!" My uncle Joe cried, hugging his brother tightly. "It's been too long!"

"I know!" Dad beamed, hugging him back. "Last I heard you were dating some girl half your age in Florida."

Joe laughed and shrugged, "Yeah well, it didn't last long when her dad found out I decided not to stick around."

"You have no shame," Dad chuckled. "Arabia, get over here and greet your uncle."

I shuffled forward and smiled plainly at Joe, out of all my family, he was the one who made my skin crawl the most, I ignored the leer on his face as he smiled back.

"Rae!" He smirked, pulling me into a hug that lasted way too long then held me at arms length to get a better look at me.

"My have you grown, how old are you now?"

"Just turned 21." I replied, knowing full well why he was asking my age.

Joe smiled again and nodded, "Excellent!"

Don't get me wrong, Joe is a good looking guy for someone in their 40's but the way he is with me just make me want to vom. Even since I turned 18, he has been acting like that is his get out of jail free card which gives him a right to leer and perv over me.

"Where's mom?" Dad asked, obviously completely blind to the antics of his younger brother.

"Stuck in Memphis," Joe replied opening a beer for my dad and handing it to him. "Apparently they should have been back this morning but dad bought the wrong tickets so they aren't getting back until tomorrow morning, mom said to just have the get together without her."

I suppressed a smile, I can tolerate granddad, but that woman is the bane of my life.

"Oh, right." Dad said sounding slightly relieved, as much as we have our differences, he hates how his mother and his daughter argue and throw nasty comments around.

The night wore on, I avoided everyone by hiding out in the conservatory with my iPod and a bottle of beer, I don't usually drink beer but it's the only alcoholic beverage worth drinking here, everything else is too strong and I want to keep a clear head, especially around Joe. I closed my eyes and put my head back as Muse lulled me into a daydream, I had a different father, a different family, a different life where I was loved and not treated like an outsider. I felt someone sit next to me so I turned my music down but not off, when I opened my eyes I wish I hadn't as a tipsy looking Joe was sat leering at me with a bottle of whisky in his hand.

"I think you have made a wrong turning, the people you want are back in there." I said, moving away from him and pointing to the door he came out of.

"Nah, I'm in the right place," He grinned, moving closer. "You want some?"

He thrust the bottle under my nose making me wrinkle my nose, "No thanks."

"More for me then," He chuckled, taking a long swig from the bottle. "Sooooo, Arabia...21 eh?"

"Yep." I said plainly, contemplating leaving the room to the safety of the house.

"You are even more attractive than when I saw you last."

I stayed silent, praying to God that he would leave or pass out so I could get out of here and go somewhere he wouldn't find me. He smiled at me and moved a stray curl out of my face, I shuddered, rubbing my arms as I felt repulsion at him touching me.

"You look exactly like your mother," He said, looking into my hazel eyes. "I wish she hadn't have disappeared she seemed like...such a fun person."

Rage started rising in me like hot water in a boiling kettle. He had no right speaking of my mother.

"My mother would never speak to a low life like you," I said dangerously, swatting his hand away and standing up.

"You are not worthy enough to even mention her."

Joe stood up with me and held onto my arm. "Hey wait, I'm not done talking to you!"

"Well I am!" I exclaimed, wrenching my arm from his grasp.

To my horror Joe who is quicker than he looks launched himself at me and had me pinned to the wall, "You're not going anywhere."

"I'll scream." I said, terror rushing through me.

"Go ahead, no one will come," He sneered, running his hand over my face, making my skin crawl. "You are all mine now."

I struggled with him, screaming for him to get off me, his hands going to my mouth as he tried to silence me.

"Shut up!" He growled, trying to force my skirt up with his free hand.

I bit down hard on his hand causing him to scream out loud and let go of me, I finally managed to kick him hard in the crotch and with a groan he fell to the floor giving me chance to run for my life through the kitchen and into the hallway, my aunt Louisa catching me as I ran past in the state I was in

"What's wrong with you?" She asked rather abruptly.

"Ask your dirty rapist brother!" I cried, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to calm down.

She frowned and looked back through the kitchen door, "What did he do?"

I looked at her incredulously, "Seriously? Did you not hear me say RAPIST? He tried to force himself on me and you don't even give a damn!"

Louisa let me go and gave me the dirtiest look in the world, "Well, I highly doubt he was the instigator, you are just like mother so it was obviously your fault."

The rage inside over boiled and without even thinking, I struck her across the face, I was so incensed that she would even think that it was all on me.

"How dare you!" I roared. "My mother is worth ten of you so don't you ever defile her memory with your trash!"

I stormed out of the kitchen grabbing my coat and the car keys, dad ran out of the living room grabbing hold of me, I had had it with people grabbing me.

"Arabia, what's going on? What was with the screaming? Are you trying to show me up?" He frowned.

I lost it and pushed him away hard, causing him to stubble back onto the carpet, everyone went silent, staring at me or giving me evil looks.

"Am I showing you up now father?" I shrieked. "I have had it with your family! You don't even like me! You're pervert brother just tried it on with me, your sister practically called me a slut and all you can ask is am I trying to show you up? Fuck you! Don't expect to EVER see me again!"

And with that I stormed out of the house and into the car, slamming the car door and speeding off. Dad can get a taxi I really don't care anymore.