Summary: Meia has always been a kind hearted person, and that becomes her downfall when she interferes at the wrong time. Her decision has cost her freedom and she is desperate to escape…but she can't help but be drawn to her captor like a moth to a flame.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman or any of the DC comic characters, or Christopher Nolan characters. I only own my original characters.

Initiation Process


As she hung in the air struggling and fighting him with her feeble attempts, he couldn't help but observe the true look of terror on her face. Her eyes were clutched shut while her brows furrowed deeply as the rest of her face scrunched up in fear. As he stood there holding her, he noticed that she was reliving and old memory. Her demeanor had drastically changed from a woman to a fragile and innocent child who needed protection from the monster she was fighting. Bane knew that he could not be the one that she was fighting in her mind, the one she saw in her nightmares. There was someone before him that had caused her great harm, someone she feared more than him.

While he felt a wave of pity slip through him, the feeling of accomplishment was far greater. His eyes crinkled in the corners as a smile slowly crossed his lips. He was a step closer to breaking her. He would be the opposite of this demon she was facing, he would show her the attention and care that she had never experienced as a child. He would make her fully depend on him mentally; physically would come later. With this new revelation his grip on her hair slowly loosened until he was gently placing her back on her feet. He moved away from the now shaking girl so that he could flip on the light. The sudden burst of light made her scrunch her eyes closed and he even let out a grunt of dissatisfaction.

Meia slowly turned her head to face the overly muscular man but to her surprise he was scooping her up into his arms. She cringed away from his touch but he seemed to pay no mind to this as he walked out of her living room and straight towards the bathroom. Her heart gave a hard thump against her ribcage as she let out a gasp of fear that was responded to by the rumbling of his chest. Meia tilted her head up so that she could look at the man who was carrying her.

"I have no interest in raping you, my little moth…you have suffered enough."

His words shocked her and though he did not look down at her he could tell in her actions. Slowly she leaned against his solid build just as he stepped foot into her small yet cozy bathroom. Gently he placed her on the counter top and turned his back towards her as he hunched down in front of her tub and began to run the water. Her eyes watched as his hand tested the running water, letting it get a certain temperature before plugging up the bathtub. When he turned around, Meia finally took in the rest of his body to see that he was wearing an all-black shirt that outlined each muscle in his upper torso while his lower torso was adorned in military styled pants and combat boots. He must have been watching her as she watched him for when she looked up at his face he was staring back at her with waiting eyes. Meia gave him a confused look, unsure to what he wanted.

He didn't speak instead he just made a silent grunt from the back of his throat as he approached her. Instinctively she began to scoot back on the sink but the grip he placed on her arm stopped her movements. So Meia sat there silently, the sound of the water rising making up for unspoken words as he began to peel her layers off. Her shawl was the first thing to go, he gripped one side and slid it off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He moved on to her dress where he had to loom over her and bend her forward ever so slightly so he could pull the zipper down from the back. When it was fully unzipped he stepped back while he coiled an arm around her waist and lifted her so that he could tug the dress off of her body. He placed her back down on the sink so that he could unclasp her bra and the necklace that hung around her neck. Her bra fell to the floor first which led to Meia letting her arms slip around her chest to cover herself. If he was interested in her bosom, he didn't show it not once as he patted her thighs, a gesture for her to hold her legs up. Meia knew she was in no direct danger of being violated so she obliged and starting at her hips, he dragged her silk panties down and off of her body. There she sat stark naked in front of the man who showed no interest in her body, and yet the feeling of comfort lingered around her.

Bane wanted to take her in fully so he grasped her arms and placed them down at her sides, paying no mind to her embarrassed gasp. He was examining her for any marks of her previous time with that man. The feeling of anger surged through him, he had thought of Meia as his and even his hands had not roamed her body as freely as the male's. His attention shifted when he was satisfied that he didn't leave any bodily marks on her flesh. Raising one hand, he removed the clip in her hair to let her thick locks fall down her back in soft waves that shaped her round face. His hand slipped to her cheek to which he caressed so tenderly against his calloused palm that Meia found herself leaning into the warm hand, her eyes closing. She heard her heels slip off of her feet but she made no attempt to open her eyes even when she was lifted off of the counter and into his strong arms. Her eyes didn't open until she was sitting in a tub full of water. She caught sight of him turning the faucet off and him rolling up his sleeves as he turned around in search of her body washes and bath towels.

"I keep my body wash on the shelf above the toilet and my towels and wash cloths are in the closet behind the bathroom door."

Why she had told him this with ease made no sense, she should have told him to get out so she could have some privacy but instead she watched as he retrieved the needed items to give her a bath. As he lowered himself to his knees in front of the tub, she should have said she was capable of washing herself but instead she held her arm out from the water towards him so that he could begin coating her skin in the warmth of her body wash on the clean wash cloth. It was complete silence as he began to thoroughly wash her entire body. Neither uttered a word, they let the sound of his breathing and the water moving about speak. The silence was only broken when he commanded her to stand and she complied without hesitation. His hand ran across her most intimate areas that caused her to become rigid as she suppressed the urge to moan out. As he parted her thighs, he could not help but understand why she was a desired woman. She kept her sensitive spot was free from any hair and kept herself clean and healthy. Bane simply let his thumb graze between the two folds just to get a rise from her. It worked. Meia's hand shot down to grab his, her eyes locking onto his when he looked up at her. She could see the amusement in his eyes and that irritated her slightly.

"Are we done?"

Her tone of voice didn't come out as strong as she wanted to but more in a soft tone that hinted her embarrassment. Inwardly she groaned as she saw the corners of his eyes crinkle up to show that he was smiling. He found it so delightful to make her uncomfortable. A nod of his head indicated a yes to her question. He moved from the edge of the tub to the counter of the sink where he had placed the large towel. Opening it up wide for her, she stepped out of the tub, water dripping onto her floor. A cold chill touched her skin but was quickly stopped as he wrapped the towel around her body.

"My floor…"

She mumbled out as she lifted her up into his arms and began to walk out of the bathroom with her head lying on his shoulder. Meia hated seeing things untidy and she wanted to leap out of his arms to clean, she was showing that by the way she squirmed about in his grasp. He only tightened the grip he had on her as he went right across the hall to her bedroom.

"I shall have your lavatory back to its immaculate condition, Meia."

His voice was so soft to her ears and so reassuring that she simply nodded her head. She believed him, if he told her anything at that moment she would believe him without hesitation. Inwardly she was screaming at herself to stop being so weak but she just didn't want to be the female who was strong anymore. She wanted to be comforted and loved, even if it wasn't real love. It was hard for her to decipher the feeling when he placed her onto the edge of her bed and began to dry her body from head to toe without trying to have his way with her. When he rummaged through her drawers and found her a nice pair of panties and sleeping clothes, she found it even more difficult to think he was simply toying with her. The small voice inside of her head was beating the independent and strong voice she had grown over the years. The voice of sanity was being pushed to the back as he pulled back the covers and tucked her in. When she felt the other side of the bed sink underneath his weight, when his strong arms held her around her waist, the voice of reasoning was falling on deaf ears just as his breathing invaded her sleepy mind.


Meia didn't know what woke her up first, the sound of light footsteps or the smell of freshly brewed coffee. It didn't matter to Meia, both of them made her sit up in bed. The gleam of the sunlight was flooding her room from the opened blinds and it took all of her strength not to slip back underneath her covers. She had slept so peacefully for the first time in years, and she wanted to cherish that sleep as long as possible but as she stretched her arms and let out her first morning yawn, she realized that she was fully rested. After tossing back the sheets, her bare feet slipped into her slippers and she slid out of her bedroom to address the soft feet padding around.

On her way to the kitchen she walked by an open bathroom door and stopped. Meia poked her head in and looked around in amazement. Never had her bathroom been in such perfect condition. Nothing was out of the place, the floor was clean and so was her tub. The smallest smile crossed her lips as the image of Bane slipped through her mind. She should have been disgusted that the masked man had not only cleaned her bathroom but bathed her body and even slept in the same bed with her, even if he never got underneath the covers. But Meia was smiling nonetheless as she made her way into the opening of her apartment that separated her living room and kitchen by a simple bar.

Meia expected to see Audrey there with a cup of coffee in her hand but to her surprise she saw not only her bubbly green eyed friend, but Talia standing right there in front of her, holding a soft conversation. It was Talia who noticed Meia first and a smile crossed her lips.

"Well, sleeping beauty has risen from her chambers."

Audrey turned around to see her friend standing there, her eyes darting back and forth from her to Talia. In Audrey's mind, she figured Meia was simply surprised to see Ms. Tate in her home.

"Meia! Why didn't you tell me you knew Ms. Tate from your teenage days!"

"Oh? I never mentioned that to you? Miranda and I were quite close in our high school days."

Inwardly she cringed for lying to her best friend but on the outside she placed her smile on her face and went over to give Talia a hug though when she pulled away she was still being held. It was then that she could feel Talia's lips move against her ear, soft words slipping out of her mouth.

"We must speak in private."

As Meia pulled away, she made sure that she never let her face change as she moved about her kitchen grabbing a coffee mug and moving over to the coffee pot. As she poured she began to concoct a story in her head that she was soon telling to Audrey.

"Hey Audrey, Miranda wanted to take me out today so that we could catch up. She really just wants me to update her software but we will call it a girl's day. Do you mind…covering for me at work?"

The exasperated sigh of Audrey was just what Meia needed to hear. Turning around with her freshly poured cup of coffee, she leaned against the counter as she took a sip, the bitter and strong liquid surging her body awake. Looking over her mug at Audrey, she let her big brown eyes do the talking until Audrey huffed and turned on her heels, walking towards the door.

"Fine! Just this once, ugh I hate how you work the morning shifts!"

Being the rude one that she was Audrey didn't bother to say goodbye to Talia nor to Meia, who was used to such behavior. As the door closed behind her friend, Meia turned to see Talia raising an eyebrow at the door that just closed.

"What interesting company you keep."

"Ah…yes like your company isn't as interesting."

Meia muttered softly though in a playful tone that made Talia cut her eyes at her and smile. Talia brushed by Meia to walk into the living room where she walked about slowly, examining the decor with a keen eye. She stepped in front the desk and picked up the black and white portrait that Meia had placed back when she had returned home the previous day.

"What a beautiful woman…your mother?" Talia asked.

By then Meia had moved into the living room as well but she made herself comfortable on the couch. A low scoff full of venom left her mouth when Talia assumed it to be her mother. This caused Talia to turn around to look at Meia, awaiting an explanation.

"That's my grandmother, Dorothy."

"Ah, is she deceased?" Talia probed, trying not to drop the conversation and seeming rather interested.

"Yes, she died when I was eighteen." Meia responded before she brought her coffee mug to her lips and took a sip.

"And your mother?" Talia inquired as she placed the picture down with such delicacy that Meia's heart strings thrummed with appreciation.

"She's apparently here, in Gotham. Who knows? I haven't seen her since I was eight years old." Meia didn't enjoy talking about her mother and the shift in her posture told Talia that as her hand shot up to her hair and tugged at the ends, a sign of discomfort.

Talia processed this small bit of information as she walked towards the couch and sat down beside Meia. As Meia tugged at her hair, Talia placed a hand on her knees. Meia's eyes went up to Talia's only to be greeted with warmth. The faintest smile crossed Meia's face as she realized she was pulling on her own locks. Her hand slipped away from her hair and landed on top of Talia's as the room fell silent for a moment. It was Talia who broke the silence.

"I'm sure you were stunned to see me standing in your kitchen this morning. I obtained the key from my beloved. We have much to achieve today, and you of course will be part of it."

Meia's brows furrowed for a moment. Did she really want to be a part of whatever they had planned? During the short period of time of being around Bane, she had learned that he was ruthless and extremely observant, what could this man possibly want to do in Gotham?

"I don't understand, why must I be a part of it?"

"It seems that my beloved has taken a keen liking or dare I say an infatuation with you. He just wants to make sure that his attention on you is not wasted, think of it as…an initiation process."

Talia watched Meia, studying her face to see any signs of refusal. If she would reject, Talia would not hesitate to kill her on the spot without any remorse. She found the girl sitting in front of her to be interesting but no one was going to cause her goal from being completed. Patiently she had waited for this opportunity to arise and if one female was too headstrong to come to terms, then she would put an end to her.

It didn't seem like that was going to be a problem with Meia. The young woman thought to herself for only a moment. Something told her that if she refused, she would be killed by either Bane or perhaps even Talia. Meia was confused as to what to do but the memories of the prior night flashed in her mind. Bane had bathed her with such gentle hands and dressed her like she was his doll. He called her his little moth and even laid there with her until she fell asleep. He made her comfortable and no matter how much turmoil her insides were in, her mind told her one thing: He cares for you, why not show him some gratitude. Do it.

"Alright, what do I have to do?"

Talia smiled at Meia's willingness and slipped herself further on the couch towards the brown skinned beauty. Out of her pocket she pulled a nicely folded blueprint and laid it across both of their laps while she began to point to the entrance of the building.

"This is what you need to do…"


Meia didn't see Bane at all that day. She told herself that she was not disappointed and constantly pointed out with today's events happening; he didn't have time to waste with her. She didn't know why it bothered her but it ate away at her slightly. Meia told herself that she shouldn't be worried about what he was doing; she needed to make sure she knew what she was supposed to do.

By the time Meia had calmed and prepared herself for the event, there was a knock at her door. She already knew who it was and she was ready. Meia was dressed to kill in an all-black pencil skirt with the matching blazer. Underneath she had a buttoned up blouse where she left the first two undone to show her cleavage only slightly. Her hair was not in its usual wavy style; Talia had spent hours fixing her hair to curl perfectly at the end while bouncing with each step she took.

Meia was surprised at how nice she looked, she enjoyed the finer things but she never took the time to dress herself in them. But as she stood in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice that she should try to doll herself up once in a while. The knock on the door drew her attention from the mirror and she found herself covering up her dolled up appearance with a faded green jumpsuit and worn out baseball cap. On her feet she had beat up sneakers and in the bag she grabbed, she placed the heels that Talia had given her.

She opened her apartment door and no one was standing there, the sign that the van was waiting downstairs. Meia was curious to where Talia had gotten a van that belonged to one of the most well-known cleaning businesses in Gotham but said nothing as she hopped into the back of the van where two other men sat silently. They kept their eyes glued on her until realization dawned in to where they had seen her from before, the girl from the sewers who escaped. The look on their faces told Meia that they were surprised yet not too surprised to see her once more.

"Are you ready?" One asked in a thick accent that she couldn't place; it reminded her of the male called Basard she had encountered once before.

"Yes." Was all Meia said and it seemed to be enough for the male for he sat back and closed his eyes as they drove into the heart of the city. The rest of the journey was silent though it felt as if they had been driving for hours. When the van came to a halt, the door was snatched open and the men jumped out, all carrying specific things. Meia exited and walked up the stairs with nothing but her bag slung across her shoulders, when she was up the stairs, a cart of cleaning supplies was pushed her way. The door was opened and she entered from the back of the building, the sound of yelling voices reaching her ear.

Meia couldn't stand too much noise and this was not the place for her. She nearly cringed when she walked in deeper and the sound of the voices only grew in volume. Each person had a job to do and she couldn't let the tremendous sound of greed stumble her from completing her own. After each one passed through security without a problem, they parted ways. Meia made her way down the hall to the women's rest room. Stopping outside of the door she placed a sign that said "Wet Floor. Do not Enter" down in front of the bathroom door and slipped inside while leaving her cart parked out front but taking her back with her.

When she exited the bathroom, she no longer had on the green jumpsuit but the pencil skirt suit and heels she had stuffed in the duffel bag. The cap was off and her curls hung down her shoulders. The duffel bag was placed underneath the cart. She stood there for a moment and smoothed out the sides of her skirt and tugged her blazer down slightly. Pleased with her appearance she gripped the bathroom door and tugged it open. Looking both ways, she noticed that no one was around and she made her way down the hall. Talia's words about blending in began to echo through her ear as she took the stairs, passing by one of the men that was in the truck with her. She paid him no attention as she walked up the stairs that he was cleaning and up to the lobby where two men were getting their shoes cleaned.

"He will have blonde hair, a thin man. Take this picture to make sure it's him."

Talia had said as she drilled Meia on what to do. As she rounded the corner towards where the two men were sitting she slipped the picture out of her suit pocket and looked at it and then at the man she was about to pass.

"Make sure it seems as if you are just simply walking by, your hand carelessly lingering back and pointing him out. Don't worry about him noticing, he will be too fixated on your swaying hips to even notice. These men are dogs who believe money can buy them anything, even you. Don't worry about how they will know who you pointed out, they will."

The picture was curled up in her hand as she began to walk pass the two men who seemed to be enjoying their conversation until they dropped silent just as she went by. As she was outstretching her right hand to open the door to the panicked filled room, her left hand carelessly swung behind her and her index finger pointed him out with ease just as she stepped into the chaotic world of the stock exchange.

From there on, she was on her own until he arrived. Meia didn't know what to do, but she walked about as if she did, her hair bouncing with each step she took. It was amazing to her how many people were actually crowded inside this one place, watching the screens, watching to see if they became richer or if they were going to end up completely broke. Money was not something that Meia desired for she had seen what having too much or too little could do to a person. She wanted to laugh, to let these people know that it was just paper that could be torn to bits just like any other type of paper but she knew that would be a waste of her breath and would make her stick out like a sore thumb in the mass of hundreds of people.

Meia had made her way back up to the front and it seemed as if she did just in time when she heard the first gunshot ring out. She had to react just like everyone else, which didn't prove to be difficult because out of instinct she crouched down and placed her hands on top of her head. She heard someone shout and the screams of the people were above his voice for a moment until someone else entered the room. It became eerily silent as the footsteps of man entered his presence and appearance along causing the terrified crowd to look to him with petrified faces.

The presence of him alone made it easy for Meia to tell who it was. She didn't have to look up to feel his authority suffocating her. In a sense she was happy to see him, yet she despised herself for being so elated that he was around. Slowly she raised her head up to do what every other hostage was doing, giving him their full attention. In that small moment she met his eyes and the look of satisfaction that was there for only a moment had told her what she needed; she had passed initiation.


Author's Note: I'm so sorry I didn't update sooner, I didn't have any internet connection. So! Right after this chapter is chapter 10, two chapters for you lovelies! Thank you soo much for the reviews, they make me so happy :3

26HR: To answer your question, Meia's imagining her grandmother. She has no supernatural powers. Her grandmother is the only person she had any real connections and love for so she finds herself imagining her more than anything. When she is undergoing extreme trauma she tends to imagine that her grandmother is actually there with her, even though she isn't and on happy moments she tends to take a trip down "memory lane". I hope that clears that up. :3