I fear I may have to inform you lovely readers of the story that I've taken of TDKR to make it understandable as you read this story from now on. I have sort of mixed the comic Bane as well as the Nolanverse Bane together and used TDKR plot as well. Bane can remove his mask as, in the comics, it only feeds him anesthetic (thereby stopping the pain & giving him the venom from the comicverse) If you've never read the comics there's really not much different than the movie other than that. Also, I've removed Talia from the story not only because I plainly just don't like her character at all but also because I felt like giving her Bane's story was an awful copout on Nolan's part and I wanted to give Bane that history back. Also I'd like to clear something up that won't be cleared up in my limited narration of Sara, that the reason why Gordon accompanied Blake along to the disturbance scene was because he happened to bump into Blake when he got the call and Gordon asked to tag along for a ride back to his apartment. There! All cleared up! Please, please enjoy and please continue to review, I love it so much when you all write me long ones that really give me a perspective on how this story is being perceived and so far it is going exactly how I'd hoped! Thank you so much. And enjoy!

Please let me go back to that night, though, when Bane appeared suddenly in my home. After the two detectives left, when their bellies were full of tea, Bane appeared again in my bedroom.

"I want to apologize for the vase I broke on my way out." He said, his hands together behind his back.

"Is that the only reason you came back? To apologize for a fucking vase?" Bane just looked at me. I always forgot he hated rhetorical questions. He stared at me for a long time and I at him. We held that stare until I looked down and sighed. "Please leave, Bane. If you are going to try to convince me to side with you on what ever it is that you're doing, just leave. I want no part of it."

I had began to grab paint brushes and rolled out a blank canvas to start a new oil painting.

"And what will you do when Gotham perishes? Will you stay in this house, a home fit for a family of twelve, and paint to your heart's content like you have always done while the rest of the city struggles for their lives?" Bane knelt down to my level, a clean air of condescension about him.

I looked at him straight and told him:

"Yes. It is what I have always done and shall continue to do so. So if you'll excuse me." I nodded toward him and he stood. "You can go burn Gotham until it's ashes, burn it to your heart's content." I said and smiled sarcastically as he walked away, grunting quietly at my words. Bane was a mysterious creature but at that point I knew what he was planning to do, obviously not to an exact prime detail but I knew him and I knew he was not going to let this city survive.

Within the minute Bane was gone. I had sighed and clinched my jaw, I remember this because I was so frustrated that I nearly began to cry and clinched my jaw to stop myself. Bane had never made me cry, I wasn't ever going to let him. He still hadn't made me cry up to the moment he died, but I will get to that later.

I had looked down at the white canvas and began to sketch the only thing on my mind. Of course you can guess my subject, and my only image I had with the model was an image I had to create with my eyes closed and his name in my ears.

I stayed home after that. But at home I knew I wasn't safe but I had thought that if I locked myself in my bedroom, no one could get to me there, not if I armed myself. I held up in my bedroom for several days, no sleep, no food. I almost ran myself ragged in the meantime. One morning while I fell asleep I was shaken out of my slumber by a strong hand that I was not so against willing to break for waking me up. But I don't even need to say who it was because you all already know.

"Now is not the time for resting, little one." Bane said as he pulled me up from the floor, pulling my gun from me in the process, "You've no need for that now." I pushed him away while I rubbed my eyes and fumbled to get up. I looked at him and saw that he had taken his mask off. He knew, he always had known, that I could not fight back with his mask off. Simply because he was too weak and as well because I simply could not resist him. And I hated that he knew that.

"Why aren't you wearing your mask?" I asked.

"I do not need it all the time, Sara." He said and just like our first time he took my face into his hands and kissed me. But this time he almost seemed too passionate. Too passionate for Bane. I wanted to question him about it but I could not avoid his lips on mine. And again we began to touch and it all went down from there, or up depending on how you look at it. Bane was slow and gentle yet there was that unavoidable pain of him inside and that he could not spare me. I had decided after that night that while I had not slept with many men, Bane was the most conscious and careful and passionate lover I'd ever had.

Bane was so passionate that night because he had "broke the Batman" as he put it. And I knew it had something to do with that. When he first kissed me so heavily I realized right there what exactly Bane was, and I understood it even more than I ever had and I accepted it. That night I could connect to him unlike any other time. The idea of his hands, the hands that ruthlessly killed hundreds were the same hands he loved me with. It was fucked up but then I honestly thought that I was really something special to him, the way he chose to keep me while the others he throws away.

And it made me love him even more.

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