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Shots rang out in the sewers a few feet behind me, quickly followed by a massive explosion. Debris from the blast hit me square in the back, knocking me to the ground. At this point my heart was in my throat; no police academy or training drills could have ever prepared me for this.

Scrambling in a mad panic I clawed at the ground ferociously, attempting to get back on my feet and defend myself.

I'm not going to die here, I won't die here! Come on Elise, pull it together and get UP!

My hysteria quickly ceased as a large hand firmly grasped my upper arm, yanking me to my feet and pulling me around the corner.

I spun around, breaking the grip of my would be attacker and staggering him in the process. I used the small window of time I had just bought, to draw my gun from its holster.

"I'm not going down that easily, buddy!" I snarled viciously, like a cornered animal.

"Shhh! Officer Johnson, its me!" a gentle, but urgent voice whispered from the darkness.

"Commissioner?" I whispered back, lowering my weapon and warily shuffling closer to see his face.

"Yes, now stay quiet and stick to my side! We need to find another way back to the surface, and quickly. We're sitting ducks down here."

I breathed a small sigh of relief as I approached him. "Oh thank God..." I whispered. "I thought I was the only one left...I..." My sentence was rudely interrupted by an arm hooking me around the neck.

"Commissioner!" I managed to squeal out before the arm locked in place, crushing down on my windpipe and cutting off my air supply. Instinctively I dropped my weapon to attempt to pry the arm from my neck. I wriggled and flailed in any way I could, trying to get even the smallest gasp of air, but to no avail. Fuzzy dots immediately started plaguing my vision as I lost precious energy and oxygen from my struggles. Darkness crept up on me, making my vision even more limited. The last thing I saw, before the darkness completely consumed me, was the image of Commissioner Gordon's body slumping forward lifelessly, and his attacker grinning triumphantly as if he had bagged some sort of trophy animal.

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The sound of raging water filled my ears as I came to.

What the - where am I?

As curious as I was to find out where I had ended up, I didn't dare open my eyes. Something told me that I was better off keeping them shut. A new sound abruptly broke the eerie silence, ripping me away from my thoughts.

"Why are you here?" a smooth, almost robotic-like voice questioned.

Were they talking to me? How do they know I'm conscious already?

"You heard him!...Answer him!" A man's voice snapped. I opened my eyes slowly, fearing that some sort of monster was towering over me. To my surprise, there was no one, only shadows.

So they weren't talking to me...but then who?

I took advantage of the situation to scope out my location. It wasn't long before I came to the conclusion that I was being held captive deep within Gotham's sewers. The roaring waterfall, darkness and musty smell was a dead giveaway.

"I was not talking to him, I was talking to you." the smooth voice spoke again.

"It's the police commissioner!" He stated triumphantly.

Gordon? He was here too?

I slowly turned my head towards the voices, trying not to draw attention to myself. It wasn't long before my gaze landed on the body of the Commissioner, a few feet away. The man standing over him gave a swift kick to his side. Gordon grunted in pain, but did not move.

I had no idea what they did to him, or whether he was really all right or not, but I was just thankful that we were both still alive...for now anyway.

"...and one of his lackeys." The shadowy man pointed in my general direction, I immediately shut my eyes again. I did not want them knowing I was fully conscious.

"We found them attempting to scramble out of our sewers like trapped rats." he continued, chuckling at his own words.

I heard shuffled movements and heavy footsteps echoing through the room. "Why did you bring them here?" The robotic voice demanded, sounding quite irritated and much closer.

"I though you'd want..." the man stuttered, fear and uncertainty filling his voice.

"Now I'm going to have to kill you." The voice interrupted the quivering man.

I felt and heard the heavy footsteps lumber past my head, towards Commissioner Gordon and his captor. After I was sure the coast was clear I reopened my eyes once again.

The first thing I saw was the terrible mask that encased the man's face. Steel tubing adorned the front of it, in the shape of jagged fangs. The apparatuses probably served some sort of purpose, but its other purpose, whether intentional or not, seemed to be for instilling fear.

...Bane...

The man was incredibly tall and built like a brick house. Definitely not someone you'd want to trifle with.

Before I knew exactly what I was watching, one of Bane's massive hands found a home around the man's neck and the other on his jaw. A sickening crack filled the room and Gordon's captor was casually tossed aside.

"You," Bane ordered to another man standing near Gordon. "Search them and then I shall kill you as well."

I was just mulling over whether or not to book it out of the place, when Commissioner Gordon's gaze locked onto mine. He shook his head ever so slightly seeming to read my mind. He gave me a small head nod, trying to get me to look to my right. I glanced quickly in the direction Gordon told me and found a mercenary standing just a few inches away from me. Thankfully his eyes were fixed to what Bane was doing, and not paying any attention to either of us. I locked eyes with Gordon once again and he gave a confirming nod, then quickly shut his eyes.

What was Gordon up to?

I looked on curiously as the mercenary patted Gordon down, removing his weapon and a few pieces of paper from his pocket. He slowly handed them to Bane, trying to buy himself a bit more time to live. The masked man snatched the papers out of the mercenary's hand, ignoring the gun completely. He turned his back slightly towards the light, trying to get enough to read whatever was on the pieces of paper.

This was all the Commissioner needed. He quickly rolled up and over the edge, splashing into the flowing sewer water bellow.

Gunfire immediately followed suit.

I used Gordon' escape attempt to my advantage, kicking the legs out from under the unsuspecting mercenary next to me, snatching his weapon.

I had to protect the Commissioner. One of us had to make it out of here alive, and it would only make sense that it would be him. I didn't really stand much of a chance making it out alive anyway...

I leapt to my feet and fired at one of the mercenaries shooting down from the rafters. My shot connected and the man dropped like a wet noodle. The Gunfire ceased for a moment, replaced by the unnerving sound of reloading clicks. A chill ran down my spine as I looked up to see a dozen or more guns pointed in my direction.

Well, this was it. I was going to die down here in this wretched sewer...by the hands of some mercenaries. How glorious.

I looked down for a split second to see Gordon's body slip into the safety of the drainage pipe.

I only hoped he was all right and that I had intervened in time to save him.

I did not want my sacrifice to be in vain.

I took a deep breath and looked back up to face my fate. But instead of seeing mercenaries with guns pointed at me I saw a very large, menacing, masked man charging toward me.

Well it looks like you've certainly got the attention you wanted, Elise, way to go. Now instead of just being shot and dying quickly, you're most likely going to be ripped limb from limb by this horrible man and left to drown in your own blood.

I braced myself for what was about to happen to me. But to my shock nothing happened. Bane stopped a few inches away from my face, eyeing me momentarily before turning to face his men.

"DO NOT SHOOT HER!" His booming voice carried through the sewers.

Did he just shield me from his men?

I stood there for a couple of seconds, still in shock before coming to my senses and taking a few steps back. I raised my gun, pointed it at his back. "Don't move..." I warned, uncertainty and fear betraying my voice.

Bane turned around casually, ignoring my demand and meeting my terrified gaze. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stepped towards me. Obviously relishing in the fact that I feared him.

"Tell me girl, what is your name?" He clearly eyed my badge, but looked back at me, waiting for a different answer.

I knew what answer he was really looking for.

"Elise, Elise Johnson." I stammered, figuring that revealing my full name really didn't matter much anymore, since I was probably just living on borrowed time anyway.

"Hmm, Elise..." He pondered for a moment. "What a lovely name."

Ignoring the small compliment, I cut straight to the chase. "So are you going to kill me then?" I asked in a questioning, but a 'lets get on with it all ready' manner.

Bane chuckled a bit. "No no, my dear. It is not your time to die." He made a gesture toward my gun. "All I ask is that you drop your weapon. Once done, I will allow you to live."

No Elise, your weapon is the only thing keeping him at bay. Don't fall for his trickery...

His eyes filled with anger as he came to the conclusion that I was not going to comply with his orders. He snarled and in one incredibly quick movement, he tore the gun out of my grasp, bent the barrel and tossed it aside like a broken children's toy. Bane then made a grab at me. I ducked swiftly and tried to flee, but my feeble attempt was quickly cut short.

A massive leg collided with both of mine, bringing me straight to the ground. Winded, I grabbed blindly at my belt, trying to reach my taser, baton...anything...in a last effort.

"I must admit, I admire bravery...but when bravery turns into stupidity..."

As he trailed off, I felt a massive amount of pressure bearing down on my knee, followed by a sickening crunch and searing pain. I let out a blood curdling scream, tears immediately rolling down my cheeks.

Bane looked down at me for a split second, irritation filling his expression once again. He roughly picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder.

"Get it over with! Kill me, please!" I howled hysterically, mustering up whatever energy I had left, to claw at him.

His hand instinctively clutched my shattered knee and began to squeeze. I shrieked once again, reeling in agony, instantly ceasing my struggles. He grunted in annoyance as he whisked me away deeper within his sewer.

Who knew what kind of hell this abomination of a man had in store for me...but I was certain I was about to find out.

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Phew...that was a lot of work. I edited and re-edited this a bajillion times, but I know I probably still screwed up on a few things. I tried keeping this as close to the movie as possible. Obviously not to a tee or anything, but you know what I mean. Forgive me if there are any inaccuracies in this. I've only seen the movie once so far. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed it! I promise to update real soon! But in the mean time please feel free to leave me your feedback! I would love to hear from you all! :)