AN: I've been meaning to write something like this for a while, and I really like Bane, so here goes.

"And I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones." -Manchester Orchestra

Prologue

"Little Songbird?" His pained voice whispered to her softly. The way her body had smashed into his and thrown them across the floor had caused his mask to unhinge slightly, but that was the extent of his injuries that could have been a lot worse. Batman was gone and the building was empty save for the two figures on the floor.

Bane looked down at his friend timidly. Moments before he had been standing over the Batman, ready to take his life, and in the next moment he woke to find Hadeel was next to him with her eyes closed. He'd shifted his body slightly when he'd woken; this caused the girl on top of him to fall limply on the ground. His mask hissed angrily and he couldn't help but groan in slight pain as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Immediately his thoughts went to his friend who lay beside him, she wore a sort of cloak about her body that covered her head in a black hood.

Immediately he could smell it, the powerful stench of blood in the air, he checked himself frantically hoping that it was his blood, but he had no wounds. Removing the cloth of the cloak gently from the girl's body Bane stiffened before wrenching the rest of the black cloth from the girl's form. The clothes she wore had been torn and blasted away, leaving behind ripped flesh to bleed out until she died.

"Hadeel?" His voice was more rushed this time. Carefully he took the black cloth and wrapped it around her wound, tying it tightly he turned his attention back towards her face. Her skin looked pale in the light and he couldn't help but feel desperate as he stared at her. "Hadeel?" His voice was louder this time. He placed his hand on her cheek softly, smearing her own blood on her face he took her into his lap cautiously, she wasn't responding to him.

What had she done? It looked like a terrible blast had ripped into her body, did that mean that she'd done something to save him, and was this wound that she carried meant for him? The night before he'd told her to run, that she could make it out of Gotham if she was smart, that he wasn't going to stop her, and she could make it. Why had she stayed instead?

"Hadeel, open your eyes," he demanded of her in a shaky voice. She wasn't supposed to be here, she was supposed to be safe. "Please," he whispered taking her into his arms.

How much is a second worth?

It is worth the time it takes to breathe and fill ones lungs with air? Someone might say a second of realization saved their lives as they were almost hit by a car. Humans do not usually value time as they should, most do not realize that once it's gone they can never get it back. Time is as important as eating is and should be just as valued as breathing, but it isn't.

Time goes by as quickly as one sleeps the night away, or watches a movie; only those who know how to cherish it know how to properly use it.

Because what does a year, a month, a week, a day, a minute, or even a second mean? One might ask someone who missed a train how much a minute would mean to them, or they could ask a couple in love how much the day they met meant to them. A week in a hospital could save someone's life; a month with a stranger could create a lifelong friendship.

What else is a second worth? Could someone save their friend?

It only took Hadeel a few seconds to realize what was happening, and it only took her one second to act upon it.

One.

Bane is in trouble.

Two.

If he gets hit, he won't survive.

Three.

I can save him.

So she did, at the last second she'd jumped in front Bane. He didn't notice, for not a second later did the blast hit her body and force both of them backwards, knocking them out in the process. Batman and the other woman didn't bother to check to see if he was dead or to see if someone else had taken the blow for the masked man.

"And Hallelujah, to the one in our bones,

And Hallelujah, to the one that we love."

Manchester Orchestra

AN: This is a little different for me, but with accordance to this character there will be songs, or quotes in every chapter. Anyway, there's the prologue, hope you liked it. I'll try to update this story as often as I can since school and work are getting a little crazy.

Thanks for reading.