Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Most of them are conceived from Christopher Nolan's Batman films but all of them, except Olivia, are property of DC Comics.
An author's note: Hi everyone! This is my first fan fic and I hope it turns out alright. I chose to do an original character but my goal is not to write "romance". One of the most amazing things about the Batman villains is that they are so dangerous but there is always that glimpse of humanity that sparks a need inside us fans. A lot of us see the person lost inside the Joker, or the pain behind Bane's eyes, or the brillaint man in Scarecrow. We, for some reason, love the fucked up relationship that never seems to happen. Harley Quinn was the closest we ever got and it was hardly enough! I want this fan fic to show the really horrible side of loving a madman. In the interest of writing him in character and creating a story that is closest to how I think it'd really happen I am likely not going to have Bane reciprocate Olivia's love. However, that doesn't mean there won't be some pretty sexy scenes between the two! Also, I know this is getting long but I thought I'd mention I am going to write Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy into this story. I would like to "Nolan-ize" them, so to speak. :)
Wish me luck?
P.S. The name of this chapter is "I Wasn't Born With Enough Middle Fingers" which are lyrics from Marilyn Manson's terribly awesome "Irresponsible Hate Anthem" from his Antichrist Superstart album. I will sometimes name my chapters original titles but if not I will note at the top where the title comes from. Obviously the title of the story is from the saying "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me." I am still learning my way around story publishing on Fan Fiction so bear with me! I hope it looks alright.
The End at the Beginning(a sort of opening)
"You really thought you'd be the one to change him? You're as insignificant as any of those police officers or civillians. He has eyes only for Talia. Our last hope is to leave this god forsaken city!" Standing in the middle of the empty street the heavy words echoed around the women. Harley had heard similar warnings from a dear friend before, in a situation not unlike this one. She hoped Olivia would not make the mistakes she had.
Standing across from the woman in silence for a long while Harley waited. Olivia was an infant in the world of crime but she had accelerated quickly to Bane and Talia's right hand woman. Talia, driven by passion, had not seemed to notice the desperate love that was so clear in Olivia's eyes. Bane had certainly noticed and he'd used it to his full advantage with hardly any regards to her. Olivia was a pawn. Harley's eyes teared up as she remembered her own other half, a man she had not even come close to knowing.
She heard no response until finally Olivia lifted her head and walked towards Harley slowly before embracing in a long hug, snow falling quietly around them. The streets of Gotham were demolished, the villains finally running the city and yet the two women had never felt so utterly alone.
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Chapter One: I Wasn't Born With Enough Middle Fingers
Olivia savoured a long sip of red wine as she stared out at Gotham from her hotel room, on the top floor of a ritzy place called The Charlotte. It was previously overrun with Gotham's socialites and Olivia wouldn't have even been able to get a shoe shining job at the place. Not that she'd ever get on her knees for those bastards.
Her eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze to the lipstick stain on her wine glass. She rotated the drink slowly in her hand before finishing the wine and tossing the glass carelessly out the open window. She'd lately developed a habit of being wasteful. Much like the wine her newfound luxury was bittersweet.
Gunshots echoed through the streets but she simply closed her window and drew the curtains. For a brief moment she wondered if it was Bane but she knew he'd been working on something very important beneath Gotham. It did not please her to be left out. Olivia was no fool and she knew she wasn't being kept alive because Bane and Talia liked her. They would need her skills again sooner or later.
Slinking over to her king size bed Olivia sighed dramatically before falling down onto the expensive covers. Lifting her gloved left hand to the ceiling she slowly tugged at the beautiful fabric until it came off revealing her mutilated limb. Her middle, ring and pinky had been severed off. The glove was well made with high quality fabrics, studded around the wrist with dozens of little diamonds and inside the glove were prosthetic fingers to hide her injury, though the incident had spread like wildfire among Bane's henchmen and everyone knew.
Olivia sighed, turning her palm, or what was left of it, away from herself. "Like the back of my hand..." she muttered quietly before slipping the glove back on and rolling onto her stomach. With her face buried in her arms she remembered that horrid night. She had been so sure she was going to die there. Perhaps she should have...
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"I was wrong to think a frivolous gypsy could assist in such an important task." Bane's voice rang through Olivia's skull with a metallic bite. He was angry and she knew but he spoke as monotone as ever, circling her like a wild beast ready to kill. He held a gun and Olivia knew it's bullet was for her. She would die tonight and she wished he would just do it already. There were no words for this bastard who was ready to kill her. She clenched her fists and thought of every piece of shit who'd ever toyed with her and she silently vowed not to scream, cry or beg for this son of a bitch.
She'd been standing defiantly but in a swift motion Bane had knocked her to her knees and was towering behind her. Her heavy breathing gave away her fear but she simply sat there on her hands and knees in front of the monster. He was quiet for a long while and she knew it'd be over soon. Eventually the gun was pressing on the back of her skull. Her breathing stopped and everything slowed to a halt. For brief a moment Olivia thought she was in limbo.
The sound of gunfire blasted around her before a ringing started in her ears, followed by the momentary deafness one might hear if a gun had been fired near their face. She heard nothing but felt burning hot pain in her left hand. There was blood everywhere and for second Olivia was sure this was her death, but as her hearing returned she realized he hadn't meant to kill her, only frighten, hurt and punish her.
Her body betrayed her and she let forth a screech she hadn't known she was capable of. Tears came pouring, salty and hot, before two of Bane's men were at her side to help her up.
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After they'd dragged her out Olivia's memories blurred. She could recall the doctor's face and the blood. There had been so much blood pulsating out of the wound. Perhaps she had deserved the punishment. She'd nearly cost them everything with a faulty reading. She rarely had them but they happened sometimes. The bad results couldn't have come at a worse time and, needless to say, Bane was very unhappy.
His men and the doctor had made little attempt to salvage her fingers, not that there was much of them left. The shot had been close range through a relatively small area of flesh so the bullet had exploded straight through to the floor, shattering bones and scattering three of her fingers. The doctor had given her the strongest pain reliever they had, which was not nearly sufficient, and cauterized the wound.
That had been nearly a month ago and Olivia couldn't believe even now that he'd allowed her to live. She ran her good hand along the glove with a small smile. The morning after the punishment she had awoken to find the beautiful gift laying on her nightstand. She had still hated him then and hardly wanted this half assed apology, but she wore the glove and it soon grew on her, much like the monster Bane eventually did.