Margo blinked at the artificial light that surrounded her. She sat up, suddenly wishing she hadn't as the world swam around her.
"You should lie down, you will feel better." a voice to her right said pleasantly.
She looked over and flinched. There sat a man that towered over her even as he sat. He wore an odd mask on his face. It wrapped around his head, covering his mouth and nose. There were spider-like tubes in the front, giving him an ominous frightening look.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"In the sewers below Gotham City." He said matter of factly.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Bane. And you are Margo." He said.
"How do you know?"
"Driver's license." Bane said.
Margo patted her secret inside pocket of her jacket and found the license was gone. She glared at him, "So you think you can just take my stuff?"
Bane's eyes crinkled, "You were unconscious, I needed to know your emergency information."
"Great excuse, pal."
"I'm going to be calling you an escort to take you to your temporary chambers for now." Bane said, rising, "You will not be able to leave without one. Come."
Margo rose from the table, but stayed where she stood. Bane stopped in the door, "I suggest you follow, or worse things will happen than what happened at the exchange."
Margo sighed and reluctantly followed him, "So who's this escort you're talking about?"
Bane stopped in front of two men talking. One man's back was to her, and Bane clapped his shoulder. He turned around, still smiling from something the other man had said, "Sir?"
Margo's heart stopped, and she nearly passed back out. Barsad stood in front of her, his face slightly revealing his shock.
"Barsad, I would like for you to escort her to the stone room." Bane said.
"Sir, it hasn't yet been cleaned." Barsad said, staring at the giant man.
"That does not concern me." Bane said, turning, "Take her there, and then I have a task for you."
"Yes sir." Barsad said, taking Margo by the arm.
"Barsad?" Margo whispered, "What the hell?"
"How did you get here?" he asked, his face draining of all color.
"I was kidnapped!" She said angrily.
Barsad tugged roughly on her arm, steering her in the direction he was going, his face tight with emotions she couldn't place. He lead her past a group of men who stared hungrily at Margo, cat whistling and calling her dirty names. She stared at the ground, stepping closer to Barsad.
"Barsad's getting lucky tonight." One of the men said quietly, "That girl's smokin'. I'll have her in my pants by the end of the week."
Barsad struck his hand out lightning fast, grabbing the man by his neck, pulling him down so that they were face to face, "You touch her, you deal with me."
The man's eyes grew wide and his breathing quickened, "Y-yes sir."
"That goes for all of you." Barsad said louder giving them all a stony look, "None of you are to touch this girl."
Margo stood frozen in front of them, and watched as Barsad turned back to her. He took her arm and proceeded to lead her in the direction they were headed. Finally they rounded a corner that revealed a small door built into the wall. Two men stood guarding the door, their faces void of emotion. Barsad nodded to them, and they nodded back, stepping aside slightly to allow him room. Barsad swung the door open, revealing an empty room splattered with red.
"This is where you will be staying," Barsad said quietly, "sorry about the mess." he gently pushed her forward, and turned to go. Margo smelled it before it registered in her head, that thick irony smell.
"Barsad," she said suddenly, causing him to turn back, "it's blood."
He stared at her for a long time, a look of guilty passing through his eyes. He simply nodded and closed the door, leaving Margo alone amongst the blood of a dead boy.
I just wanted to say I'm very very sorry for the huge delay in writing! My life has been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to write lately. Hopefully I'll be back for a long time! And thank you for all of the reviews, I'm so inspired by you!
