It had been two weeks since she decided to start her revolution and so far everything was going according to plain. Her army had been built, people from all over the city had come to the warehouse, the starting point of the revolution.

She stood before the people who were willing to fight, willing to die for their city. Each one willing to lay down their lives for this cause. She felt her knees start to shake as she examined the crowd before her. They stared at her, expecting her to give a speech that would inspire an army. She took a deep breath to steady herself before straightening her shoulders and holding her head high.

"People of Gotham, we are here for one reason and one reason only." She paused, looking out over the crowd. "We want our city back." The people before her started to applaud but she quickly raised her hands to quiet them. "Bane has given the city back to the people," her voice dripped with sarcasm, she spread her arms wide. "If he has given the city to the criminals, our streets are no longer safe!" Her voice started to rise with power as she spoke. "Now is our time to make a difference! How do we expect to be heard if we never speak up?" She yelled to the crowd, her gaze falling across each and every face in her army. "We must take back our city, we must fight for what is ours, and we must fight together!"

A cheer erupted from the revolutionists before they quickly settled back down. "Let us take back our city together!" She raised her fist in the air and watched with growing excitement as about a hundred more mirrored the movement. She felt a smile play at the edge of her lips and confidence creep into her body. This might actually work, they might be able to inspire people to make a stand and fight.

"Everyone line up and take a weapon, today we take our city back!" A line formed quickly, it wasn't long before each revolutionist was armed with some form of fighting utensil they could use. She walked through the crowd as they parted to let her pass, her eyes not looking anywhere but at the hanger door before her.

She turned back towards the army that now stood behind her, her weapon held firmly in her hand. "Today, we fight for what is rightfully ours!" She turned back as the doors swung open, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the sudden assault of light that bombarded her eyes. It took her a moment to process the scene before her as her eyes grew accustomed to the new lighting.

Before her stood a firing squad, their weapons locked on each of the revolutionists, before the squad stood the Masked Merc himself. The warehouse fell eerily silent as they stood staring at each other, the only sound was the hiss of the mask every time Bane took a breath. He hummed to himself, examining the group of people in front of him, cocking his head slightly to the side.

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. How had he found out where they were meeting? She had been so careful, covering tracks and using codes. Then her eyes fell on a man standing to Bane's right. A young man, skinny but well built, a drowsy look spread across his face and stubble covered his chin. He had been to some of the meetings, always standing in the back of the room, always watching. She felt a fire burn in her stomach as she realized he must have been the one to betray them.

Bane was studying the crowd before him with little interest, his eyes quickly passing over each individual who decided to be a part of the revolution. He smiled behind his mask, noting that none of them had raised a weapon yet, they knew the revolution was over before it had even begun.

A loud mechanical hiss filled the silence before he spoke, "I was told that there was a revolution being organized, one against me. I see that my sources were correct." He paused, inhaling deeply. "Do you not like what I have done? Do you not like the power I have given you? Do you wish to be ruled by someone stronger than you, do you not wish to be free?"

The silence stretch on before she spoke. "This isn't freedom, it's all a lie. No one is truly free while you continue to pull the strings." Bane's eyes slowly swung towards her, studying her from head to toe. He looked back at the man standing to his right, the one who betrayed them all. "Line them up, Barsad."

The revolutionists were quickly places into four lines, each one containing roughly 25 people, each person held at gun point. Bane walked among the ranks, gripping the lapels of his vest, glancing at each person as he walked by.

"Who orchestrated this? Who was the mastermind behind this pathetic attempt to revolt against me?" Bane asked, pacing slowly, each step taken with certainty. No one dared to move, each person looking at the ground. She watched every step he took, every glance he spared towards someone. Bane rolled his neck.

"Very well." He looked over towards Barsad and spoke. "Grab the first one." Barsad stepped forward, grabbing a young man by his shirt collar and threw him to his knees before the defeated army.

"Shoot him." Bane spoke the words calmly, continuing his route among the ranks.

She was in the third row, watching as Barsad put the barrel of his pistol to the back of the mans skull. The man looked up, his eyes wide with fear as silent tears steamed down his face. She couldn't let him die, she couldn't sit by and watch as he was killed simply because she wouldn't reveal herself. She saw Barsad's finger start to tighten on the trigger and stepped forward, instantly drawing Bane's attention.

"It was me. I'm the one who started this." Her voice carried over the crowd, all eyes turned towards her. Bane seemed to materialize next to her, his eyes grazing over her small form. He wondered how such a small, insignificant girl could inspire people to throw away their lives in an attempt to take back a city that was doomed.

"What is your name girl?" He asked, moving to stand in front of her. He towered over her, standing a head and a half taller than she was.

"Sophia." She stared forward, refusing to meet Bane's eyes.

Bane grabbed her roughly by the arm and jerked her to the front of the makeshift army as the other man was thrown back in line.

"People of Gotham, look at this foolish girl who stands before you, the one who talked you into throwing your lives away for such a useless cause." Keeping a grip on her arm, he pushed her forward so that everyone can see her. "But I am not so heartless. I know mercy." His mask hissed as he inhaled. "I shall show you what my compassion will get you." He leaned over to Sophia and whispered into her ear, "this punishment is because of you."

"Take five from each row." Realization dawn upon Sophia as armed men brought twenty people to the front of the crowd. She grabbed desperately at Bane's hand, trying to loosen his grip on her arm.

Bane watched with cold eyes as the twenty were lined up. "Remember this next time you feel the need to start a revolution." With that, gun shots rang out across the crowd. A scream tore itself from Sophia's throat as she watched twenty bodies drop, their blood staining the ground.

Author's Notes: Please let me know what you think. If everything looks good or if you think I'm missing something.