She gave the can a quick shake before starting. It wasn't going to be a big painting. No, indeed this one would be smaller compared to the rest on her "block". It wasn't a street per se as much as it was a tunnel within the sewer system. She blared the music from her iPod, playing some alternative rock, seemed appropriate for painting in the dark and dank tunnels of Gotham.

And just as quick, she was done. It took up some space, but it's glow gave little light to the darkness. A white bat, like the ones she had seen marked on the corners of buildings lately. A symbol of Hope, of Batman, Gotham's guardian gone missing.

She eyed the bat, taking in different angles of it and looking at it compared to her other graffiti art. It was bright compared to the others; she needed to add something to it. She grabbed the can of red, adding splashes of what looked like blood. "He's gone after all. You show your face after eight years and then you disappear again..." Her eyes began to water and she flung herself at the painting wishing she had not added the red.

"You were my hero, my savior. Why did you leave us?" She demanded of the painting. She slid down to the wall, sitting down. She looked at herself and thought that for a moment she was dead. "It's only paint…"

"What do you think you're doing?" A man demanded. She heard that through her ear buds and pulled them out, standing on the defensive. "Painting Batman?" A couple of men came stalking out of the darkness carrying guns. Her heart instantly sunk and a pang of hope that Batman would sneak in and save her played through her mind. "You're coming with us."

They came at her and she could do nothing but squirm and writhe in their grips. "Where are you taking me?! Who are you?!" She yelled, tears streaking down her face. They drug her away from her block, taking her into the darker and deeper parts of the sewer system. "I didn't do anything wrong!" She tried to kick at the men but was not flexible enough to reach them. "Let me go!"

They flung her onto wet, hard concrete. She quickly crawled toward the rushing water and was pulled back and sat on her butt, held by the men. She cried and pleaded, "Please, please don't kill me. I don't know who you are, I won't press charges. I swear."

"What's this?" A man said roughly, walking past the men to stand in front of them. He stood tall and intimidating, a mask like spider fangs, and eyes so dark and enraged stared down at her. Bane. She began to ball more, trying to get away from him, absolutely terrified. He looked up at the men who held her, "We are in the midst of a revolution and you bring me a girl."

The men looked at each other quickly, slightly baffled. "But Sir, she could be an undercover agent. We found her painting in the sewers. Painting symbols of Batman."

Bane looked back down at her. She let out a small squeal, "I-I have one of you. Big one." She looked away, unable to hold his deadly stare. "Pl-please don't kill me."

He bent down to her height, looking up at the men to release her. She looked at him, her eyes red and full of tears. "What is your name?"

"H-Hope." She sniffled.

He laughed.

I just watched the movie and an idea popped into my head! :P Next chapter will be coming soon, hope you like!

I'm going to change Bane's ending a bit, they never did say if he died or not so it's going to be different for him. He won't be shot is all I can say.

XD