My Note: Yes this is a Bane/OC FF because who doesn't love Bane/Tom Hardy? This isn't going to be the usual Bane/OC I won't have Bane being soft around a Woman because he is Bane, i'll stick to keeping Bane as true to his movie form as possible BUT we do have an OC so expect a different side of Bane. This FF will take place just before the start of The Dark Knight Rises movie, during the movie and after the movie because i don't want Bane changing completely because of a Woman, he's set in his ways, has been for years and it will take time for this story to be what i want it to be. Mostly i want to show the side of Bane i see.

Gotham city, my city, my home. I inhaled deeply, my eyes closing briefly to take in the smell of the city. I was born and raised in this city, I was proud of this city, it had seen hard times, dark time but it had always came out the other side stronger, brighter. I felt I had grown, I had faced hard, dark times but I was now stronger. Of course I had a story, this wouldn't be Gotham city if I didn't have a story but I didn't like thinking on my dark times, it would only lead to bad thoughts.

My flat shoes made small splashing sound as I walked home, it was dark as it often was when I left work. I worked at Wayne enterprises as office assistant to Pierce Grit. He was in charge of finance, for a boss he was good, although a boss was still a boss. I had worked at Wayne enterprise for two years, I had started out with no office experience but Wayne enterprises trained me, although Wayne enterprise was going through some tough times, had been for a few years so my training wasn't pressured by a busy office, but I had built my skills quickly.

The streets of Gotham were the same as they had always been, Gotham police department could throw around the Dent act every day of the week and say they were cleaning the streets, making Gotham a better place but they didn't live on the streets, walk on the dark side of Gotham.

I lived in the dark, walked the streets everyday, I knew the truth and the truth was Gotham hadn't changed, crime was still going on just as it always had, gangsters still pushed the drugs, with no Batman the streets belonged to the wealthy criminals again.

Street lights flickering as I walked under them, men yelling. I kept my eyes on my route home, the screams of Gotham fell on deaf ears, who was I to change it?

I lived in an old building, something always needed fixed, nothing worked the way it should and you could guarantee an argument breaking out with neighbours. I put the keys in the door and went inside my apartment, I locked it firmly behind me, each thud clicked into place loudly. I flicked the lights and let a sigh out.

I took my coat off and lay it over the sofa, dropping my handbag on the sofa, kicking my shoes off I wiggled my toes. It had been another long day and I wanted to crawl into bed and ignore the world. I switched the TV on and put the volume on low, the news of Gotham would be my company yet again.

The apartment was small but it was big enough for me, I flicked the kitchen lights on and opened the fridge, left over food filled most of the shelf's, I pushed them aside and pulled out an apple. I was too tired to cook or order food tonight so I'd stick with the fruit.

I let my hair down and rolled my shoulders, work had been long for weeks, boring work that had no enjoyment or fulfilment but it was work and like most people who worked for Wayne Enterprises I was waiting for the day when Bruce Wayne would return or die because that was the only way things were going to change, we were all waiting.

I finished my apple and brushed my teeth and changed into an old pair of grey sweats and tank top, my eyes lingered on the mirror as I looked at my tired eyes, dark circles around them, my lips were dry and sore looking. I was twenty six but as I looked at my refection I felt my past weigh heavy on me. I shook my head softly, I would not allow myself to be dragged down to that place I had spent so many nights obsessing over, crying over or simply in a black mist.

It was this place, the narrows. My thoughts always got darker when I came home, from the second I step on the train taking me away from Gotham city and into the narrows. My hands gripped the side of the sink and my eyes closed as I heard the yelling from the hallway, the couple from across the hall were having one of their weekly arguments and they would most likely go on screaming at each other for hours before they would go quiet.

I had lived in the narrows for so long that I had grown to ignore the yelling at night, the arguments, it was a way of life, not one that I wanted but it was the one I had. My eyes flew open as I heard a bang, something had hit my door and the yelling had gone quiet. I grabbed my running shoes and put them on and unlocked a few locks on my door, leaving the chain on, I opened the door and looked out. Lindsey from across the hall was laying on the floor, not moving. I sighed and took the chain lock off the door, as soon as I stepped out I knew I was in trouble.

The hallway was dead silent, a few men holding guns were standing, almost as if waiting for something. One of the gun men looked at me, he almost looked bored but he didn't move or say anything. I crouched down to Lindsey and checked she had a pulse, she did which meant she had most likely been knocked unconscious. I looked back to the gunmen, none of them at moved, the one man that had looked at me was now looking at a spot on the wall across from him.

I hooked my arms under Lindsey's arms and dragged her into my apartment, I dragged her in as much as I could before I stood up to close the door. My eyes were met with something large blocking my door. I felt a shiver run through me as my eyes moved to the face of what was blocking my doorway. My heart was beating so fast and so loud that I hadn't heard the hiss of air until I seen the mask upon the face of the monster that looked down at me.

My breathing becoming heavier, my instinct to turn and run was gnawing at me, I could feel my body prepare to turn and run.

"Evening "The voice sounded so strange, it was followed by another hiss of the mask. He stepped towards me and I took a step backwards. This man did not make me feel safe, did not make me feel as if everything would be ok, everything about him screamed at me to run yet my fear was the one thing stopping me.

I didn't feel the panic hit me until the gunman that had looked at me before appeared from the masked monster, the gunman moved quickly, my vision had gone black but I was still conscious, a black sack had been placed over my head, my arms pushed into a heavy jacket that didn't belong to me.

I heard the hiss of the mask "Remove this one and lock this place "He said slowly, the hiss ever present after each sentence.

I started to kick as my hands were bound together, my fear was the drive in me as I tried to scream, only to have something pressed over the bag to my mouth, forcing me to go quiet but my body was putting up the fight I couldn't vocally. My legs kicked out, my body fighting against the force as I was carried away, I heard the locks on my door, the cold air hit me as I was carried outside, I could hear the streets of the Narrows, still alive at night, I tried to kick harder, causing any damage I could, to try and get some attention for someone to help.

I was dropped against a rough surface, the soft purr of the car vibrated against me, I heard the hiss beside me and the car door closed. The black sack was removed from my head and I sucked in air quickly, my chest rising and falling quickly. The streets of Gotham were moving past us quickly, quicker than I liked.

My eyes flicked to look at the masked monster as I heard the hiss. He was driving the car, my eyes looking to the backseats so see they were empty "You surround yourself with filth "He said lazily, his eyes never leaving the road.

I couldn't say anything, I was confused and I couldn't understand what was going on. I had been in my apartment mere minutes ago, I had been on my way to bed, my exhaustion had been all I was thinking about, now I felt awake, alert. My eyes looked at him, he was massive, you could see the muscle under his huge coat, his mask was confusing. What happpened to him, why did he wear it, i couldn't tear my eyes away from him. The night was passing by and before I knew it we had left Gotham. It was a further ten minutes before the masked monster hissed again "How do you feel about flying? "

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