"Bane" The man, Kingsley, who had escorted Scarlett into the sewer tunnels nodded curtly at the obvious boss. The statement was soon reprimanded with a swift, stern gaze from Bane who took a step towards them and Scarlett was sure the earth shuddered under the mass.

Four little half-moon cuts from the woman's nails embedded into Scarlett's pale forearm but she didn't pull back, obviously the other kidnaped nurse was taking some pinch of comfort from the contact. They couldn't lean away from Bane; the row of criminals behind them wouldn't allow it.

"That one" Bane made his decision swiftly and nodded his head towards Scarlett, confusion about the entire situation she was in peaked, she looked sharply as protest started up. The eldest man suddenly got pushed forward by one of the more confident criminals.

"Boss, he's been a Doctor for thirty three years, you won't get any more experienced" Said the thug, he didn't get another chance to speak as another nod from Bane silenced him permanently. As he fell to the floor harshly Scarlett jumped and squeaked out in shock.

How could a nod from one man signify so much?

"Boss…Kennedy?" Like a persistent spaniel Kingsley was yapping again, trying to gain attention like an academic child. He was trying to remind his boss of something.

Bane walked forward even more and pushed his hands deep into the cargo style trousers he wore, "Ah yes, the injured one…this way Doctor, I think our friend has bled out enough"

There was a sharp pain in Scarlett's shoulder as someone hit it to gesture she needed to follow Bane, she gasped and held the assaulted joint tightly. Kingsley pried her away from the unnamed woman and with the force Scarlett stumbled forward but caught herself before hitting the ground.

Bane didn't turn to look at her as she followed him; Scarlett was very aware there was no escape route and the cold barrel of Kingsley's gun jutting her shoulder every so often reinforced that. As she was led into a new area of the tunnels, Scarlett abruptly stopped when Bane moved out of the way. A man was revealed.

He was quite young, a few years older than Scarlett perhaps, or maybe they were the same age and the cold sweat combined with the expression of worry made him age. His eyes were rolling around like marbles in his head, Scarlett had seen it before; he was in shock. The amount of blood was startling, he should have been seen to earlier.

Suddenly three consecutive bangs echoed through the concrete sewer tunnels and it made Scarlett clutch her heart desperately, if this kept happening Scarlett would be the one to die from shock. Then the lines connected as to who was on the receiving end of those three bullets.

The other hospital staff.

She fought the urge to gag but the noise didn't affect Bane, he crouched to the floor in the corner of the room and stared at Scarlett hard. "Time doesn't wait for anyone" He stated with deep, heaving breaths. Kingsley hit her again, trying to spur action but left the room on Bane's authority nod.

An agonised cry emanating from the injured man jolted Scarlett back to the moment and she hurried forward, blood staining her solid white tennis shoes. She ignored it with another fought back gag. Scarlett's eyes searched for the wound and attempted to peel back the goon's layers of clothes.

Kingsley charged back into the room and dumped a piled of green, transparent plastic cases at her side. Hastily she popped open the cases and noticed they all had Gotham General logo's on them.

Her mind would have commented on the fact they were stolen, but in the moment Scarlett was too busy using the scalpel to rip open the material of his t-shirt. When she saw the wound, it was immediately diagnosed as a bullet wound. Tweezers found their ways into Scarlett's hand and delicately she put her hand on the man's chest, he was still breathing but no longer conscious.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to find the foreign body in the man's flesh. Feeling a hard object push against the metal instrument she clasped it tightly and then with gentle haste extracted the dented metal.

Next she added pressure onto the fabric pad on top of the wound as she tried to find a needle, thread and alcohol wash.

There was no time for careful washing, time was ticking and the blood had already soaked the pad right through. She poured on the steriliser and then went straight to work in pulling the torn flesh back together with the strong twine.

Blood stained her hand and Scarlett didn't release the sigh in her mouth attempting to burst out until she pushed two bloody fingers under the man's neck to search for a pulse. As a faint but steady rhythm beat under her skin the sigh came out with huge force.

There was a pack of antiseptic wipes in the medical kits, Scarlett tore them open and took at least half of the tissues out so the red stains over her hands were gone.

The steady slap of skin on skin ruptured the silence of the room and Scarlett shied away from the noise and turned to look at the person responsible. Bane was applauding her but the claps were too separated for the gesture to be sincere.

"Nice work Doctor" Bane commended before once again sheltering his hands in the depths of his pockets. He stood up from his crouched position.

"I'm a nurse" Whispered Scarlett tentatively as she cast the used wipes to the floor and took a new one from the packet. Keeping her eyes down Scarlett's breath quickened; Bane's heavy footsteps were walking towards her. Intruding the personal space between them, Bane leaned down and inclined his head under Scarlett's so she had no choice but to look at him.

"She speaks" He hissed and stared at her before standing to his full height once more. "Bring her" Bane ordered as he exited the room, leaving the barely alive man on the floor. Kingsley had re-entered the room silently and walked determinedly to Scarlett on Bane's instruction.

Scarlett cast a look at the unconscious man on the floor before she was spun around sharply and propelled in Bane's wake into the original room where she had been brought first. The lump in Scarlett's throat made its reappearance and she tried to fight it away, it was pointless though - when she saw the spattering of blood on the floor it just rose higher.

"Sit" Bane demanded as he used his boot to clear the scraggy looking office chair from out of her path.

Back in the original room, Scarlett took in more of the detail as her fingers began their nervous habit of rubbing soothing circles on the smooth skin of her palm. There was a single bed wedged deep in the corner room, with an adjacent desk scattered with a variety of information Scarlett couldn't place. On the surrounding walls of that make-shift camp were more papers; photographs, surveillance stills, blueprints, pages from ripped chemistry text books and more information she couldn't decode.

Scarlett did as she was told and rigidly sat on the edge of the bed with her legs neatly crossed and arms folded tightly as her palms were willed to relax by her soothing fingers.

"Name. Date of birth" Bane gave her a look before roughly pushing papers off the desk so they clattered nosily to the floor making Scarlett jump once more. With his large hand Bane lent forward to prop the lid open of a hidden laptop which flashed on with lurid black backgrounds and hardware style green writing.

When she remained briefly silent Bane turned his head expectantly and then lent closer to her,

"Would you rather join the others and we replace you?" Bane extended his arm to the side as though searching for the answer expectantly, as though he could pluck it from the air. When Scarlett shook her head quickly with a panicked expression he turned back to the screen. "Repetition is vexing, it's something I don't partake in willingly; the outcome is never good" Bane explained at the screen as he hit another button on the keypad with more deliberate force and then waited.

Scarlett opened her mouth but no words came out initially, she coughed to clear her throat and spoke clearly as her eyes darted nervously around the scattering of men watching them.

"Scarlett Sinclair. 1988" She said looking intently at the computer screen.

"British?" Bane asked as he picked up the slight accent deviation from the rest of Gotham's population. Scarlett glanced down when she caught the gestures two of the men watching made at her, Bane looked over his shoulder and the pair instantly stopped and took a more disciplined pose.

"Scottish" Scarlett confirmed the extra detail in a whisper. Her voice was almost exactly the same as citizens who had grown up in Gotham all their lives, but every now and then the accent came through – even more so when she was angry.

Bane stood to his full height and gripped the screen so as to bring it closer for Scarlett to view.

There was a photograph on one side of the screen and a variety of details opposite it. Scarlett inclined forward with confusion as she saw her own face giving a small smile at the camera. Her eyes quickly scanned the green letters,

Scarlett Jennifer Sinclair

Twenty Four Years Old

Nurse

No Convictions

Block 5, Catalyst Housing, Apartment 3

Bane's eyes danced as the synthetic lighting of the tunnels flickered ominously and Scarlett looked away as fear spiked ice-cold in her belly once more.

"I will be expecting you here tomorrow, until then…" He put a shoulder on her back and pulled her from the bed, towards a new criminal she had yet to be introduced to. Bane adjusted his body so he lay comfortably on the bed behind him; Scarlett was taken away while his humour laced his words called out,

"Until then Doctor"