I enjoy writing this story so much, but sadly I have to work tomorrow and the day after that, I'll try and finish another update tonight! Enjoy! :)
After a few days in the hospital Scarlett was allowed to go back to the prison. She had tried to buy more time by saying she didn't feel well, but it hadn't worked. Scarlett was going to miss that window, being able to see the outside world.
Bane had came by once or twice but Scarlett wasn't in the mood to see him, still angry that he didn't wanted her to be armed. The word of her getting shot had probably reached Alex already and Scarlett was eager to find out what happened to Devina.
'Welcome home' the guards greeted her when she entered the prison.
'Home' Scarlett chuckled. Even her crappy apartment was more a home to her.
A doctor had moved in the prison, they were getting more casualties every day, but Scarlett knew he was there mostly to keep an eye on her.
Her arm was tied up with a sling, which annoyed the crap out of Scarlett. It was her right arm and she wasn't familiar in using her left arm. Even picking up a fork to eat was difficult.
Scarlett had arranged for Alex to come by. She made sure there was a delicious meal waiting for her, for which Alex seemed to be very grateful.
'I'm sorry about your shoulder' she said.
'It's nothing' Scarlett smiled.
The next few hours they talked about everything that had happened, and of course they played poker and of course Alex had beaten her.
'What happened to Devina?'
'No one is really sure, but she's tied up in cell block D'
And that was exactly where Scarlett was heading after Alex left.
Cell block D was empty, too empty. She had encountered a few guards and they had greeted her nicely. Was Alex sure Devina was held here?
To be safe she had made her own weapon, even though Bane had forbid her. She had gotten the idea when she had used the bathroom. She smashed the mirror and picked out the largest' and pointiest piece, wrapping an old sock around the end of it to hold it. Devina was going to pay for what she did.
She had hid her makeshift knife in the sleeve of her shirt, barely noticeable. From a distance she could see two guards guarding a cell, the cell where Devina was held. Scarlett wondered why only two guards were guarding here, she had expected more.
'You shouldn't be here' one of the guards said when Scarlett approached them.
'You shouldn't tell me what to do' she replied fiercely.
'Bane wants you in their office' she lied. 'Better not make him wait'
The guards looked at each other, doubtful if Scarlett was telling the truth.
'Who's going to guard her?' he asked her.
'I am' Scarett shrugged.
The guard nodded and left for the office. The other guard would stay outside the cell block, so Scarlett could call him if she needed his help.
'We meet again' Scarlett said when she entered the cell.
Devina was chained up against the wall, her hands and legs tied. Blood covered her face and arms. They had tortured her, but not hard enough in Scarlett's opinion.
'You know' she started. 'When I first saw you I found you foolish, dumb'
She moved closer to Devina, unchaining her.
'I never thought you could fool me, but I was wrong'
It was true, Devina had taken her completely by surprise. How was she supposed to know she had a gun. Why didn't Bane take to gun away? She suddenly realized.
'But you can't fool me anymore, not after I'm done with you'
Devina didn't say anything. She rubbed her ankle and wrist where she had been handcuffed.
Carefully Scarlett pulled her knife from her sleeve, making sure she didn't cut herself.
All of a sudden she was doubtful if she wanted to do this. This wasn't the girl she was, she had changed. She had changed into a heartless monster, one part of her said. The other told her she had to have her revenge. And it was the latter part of herself that she listened to.
With one clean sweep across Devina's throat and she was dead. Blood gushed from the cut Scarlett had made. She was killed instantly, experiencing no to little pain. I have been merciful, I could've made it a lot worse.
Now she had to get out of here. She hid her blood stained hands in the pockets of her hoodie and left the block by another exit. She had dropped the knife in the cell. Bane would find out about this and Scarlett didn't even mind. Revenge had been sweet.
The next thing Scarlett needed to do was find out where they were holding Bruce, or his body. Nobody could tell her if he was alive or dead.
Scarlett pulled the hood further over her head, trying to conceal who she was. She went inside the room and looked for the smallest size clothing they had. She put on camo-pants and a black tee, she topped it off with a bulletproof vest. The plan was to look more like a guard and less like herself.
She had passed the boiler room where Bane had broken Bruce and she was now further inside the prison than she had ever been. She recognized nothing and no one. Sometimes she wondered how many men Bane had, because it seemed like thousands.
The last room she tried was the one she was looking for. It was enormous, with a large pit in the middle, going up towards the outside world. Cell covered the ground around the pit. She was sure if Bruce was alive he was being held here.
She circled around the large pit, checking each cell, and then she saw him. He was laying on a bed in a cell with two other men. He wasn't dead. Scarlett sighed with relief.
The cell was dark but it was open at one end. Before she approached Bruce she asked a guard why the cells weren't closed. He told her that the prisoners were free to leave. Now it all fell into place, the pit, the open cells. They could try to escape, climb the wall, but it probably would never work. Most of them had died in the process of trying.
Cautiously Scarlett moved closer to the cell. She didn't wanted to scare Bruce with her appearance. He probably thought she was dead, as she had thought of him before he had shown up as Batman.
'Bruce?' she said softly, her hands wrapped around the iron bars of the cell.
Bruce looked up. He was in pain, Scarlett noticed.
She let down her hoodie, revealing more of who she was.
'It's me, Scarlett' she continued.
Bruce looked like he couldn't believe his eyes.
'How did you find me?' he stumbled, his hand rubbing his temples.
'Where are we?'
That was a question even Scarlett didn't know the answer for.
'I don't know' she whispered back.
'We thought you were dead' Bruce replied.
'I thought you dumped me at the party' Scarlett smiled a little.
'Yeah, sorry about that'
'Don't worry about it'
Considering the situation they were both in, Scarlett couldn't be mad about that.
'Where's your dress?' Bruce asked. 'It was very expensive'
The smirk on his face made Scarlett smile. It was nice to see the old Bruce was still there, she wondered if the old Scarlett was still inside her.
'I don't think I'll be able to wear it again' she replied.
'So I guess you know I'm Batman'
'It does explain all the scars you have' Scarlett wasn't stupid, she hadn't believed the whole base jumping story from the moment he had told her, but she had never guessed that he was the Dark Knight of Gotham.
'I see you've added some of your own' Bruce said referring to her cuts.
'Yeah' Scarlett started. 'I thought if you have them, I should have them too. Now we match'
Scarlett could hear a lot of footsteps approaching behind her.
'I have to go' she told him.
She had to be back in Bane's office in time, she also had to make up an alibi of where she was when Devina got killed.
'Will you come back?' Bruce asked quickly before she left.
'I'll try'
It was hard to keep promises in a place like this, so Scarlett avoided making them.
She pulled the hood back over her head and let her hand touch Bruce's hand.
'Bye' she smiled, before leaving.
When Scarlett got back to the office Bane was already there. It had taken her longer to walk back than she had expected. She had to dump the clothing she had wore and change back into her own clothing.
Dinner was already served, waiting for Scarlett to be eaten. She didn't greet Bane and quietly sat down on the chair opposite of him. She knew he knew about Devina.
'Don't deny you did it' Bane said, breaking the silence.
'I don't'
Scarlett started eating the dinner they had provided for her. When she started cutting the steak she noticed she forgot washing her hands, faded red spots of blood covering them.
'What were you thinking?' Bane sounded angry.
'What were you thinking when she shot me?' Scarlett replied. 'What were you thinking when you didn't take the gun from her? What were you thinking when she threatened me?'
It's not fair for him to be angry with me.
'I forbade you to visit her'
'Would that stop you?'
After two bites of food Scarlett put down her fork and knife, she had lost her appetite. Besides it was hard for her to cut the meat with only one hand.
'Was this your first kill?' Bane asked her.
Of course it was, Scarlett wanted to say, but she had said enough already. She only nodded.
'How did you feel when you were done? Complete? Were you satisfied? Was it worth it?'
She nodded again. She did feel satisfied when she had killed Devina. That girl had made her life her so much more miserable than it should have, not to mention that she also tried the kill Scarlett.
'Was it worth it?' Bane repeated, demanding an answer.
'Yes, it was' Scarlett replied.
'It better be, each kill you make has to be worth it'
Bane stood up from his chair and took of his bulletproof vest and shirt.
'I'm going to bed' he announced, before disappearing in the bedroom.