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Contains Spoilers for The Dark Knight Rises

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A man who understands the people will always have power.

Fiona took a stutter step forward, her eyes scanning over the three motorbikes resting in front of her. As far as transportation went, the bikes were ideal when it came to police chases, something Fio was sure was going to happen. After all, they were messing with Gotham City's stock exchange.

Biting her lip, she swallowed heavily and coughed, motioning to the black bike.

"Greg?"

"What, Fiona," his voice was laced with annoyance as his eyes met her face. He groaned loudly, "Don't tell me you don't know how to drive one of these..."

Fiona gave a sheepish grin, "Teach me?"

"I hope you crash."

Greg shifted over to his vehicle, throwing his leg over and clutching his messenger bag to his shoulder. Inside was a device rigged with codes and fingerprints, all tracing back to the one and only Bruce Wayne. Fiona only shrugged at Greg's response, shifting on her feet and playing with her helmet's visor.

"C'mon. It can't be that hard. It's a pimped out version bicycle," Fiona spat, swinging her leg over and positioning her bottom comfortably on the seat.

"Yeah. Except for the fact it's motorized, it's top speed is 120, and you don't even know where the god damn throttle is."

"And no pedals, you forgot that," Fiona sat up and poked the frame of the bike. "Ah. Right, well, fuck."

Greg only laughed this time, his eyes breaking from Fiona to see the other bodies making their way into the garage of John Daggett's penthouse. Stryver, the creepy looking guy with the comb over, tightened his jaw when he saw Fiona eyeing the bike widely. Behind him, Bane towered over the rest of them, his broad shoulders and red helmet shining under the iridescent lights.

Fiona's body went rigid. She hadn't realized Bane was joining them. Self-consciously flipping the helmet's visor down, Fiona leaned back, her eyes watching the man intently.

He didn't even have to show his face for Fiona to know it was him. It was the large forearms and threatening stance combined with the graceful movements he held. Scowling behind her helmet, she felt her fingers curled tightly around the bikes handles.

Her jaw still hurt.

She wanted to make his hurt the same.

And even though she knew it was very impossible to do so, Fiona still longed to do it. To hit him. To let him know she wasn't to be controlled over. Out of all of the men and women by his side, she knew she was the least respected. She was the odd one out. While others sometimes got praise, she more often than not got insults. He was hating on her, and she was doing the same.

Fiona hated she couldn't do anything to him. He would crush her and puree her remains in a blender before drinking them as a protein shake if she even touched him.

… How did he eat?

Narrowing her eyes at the contraption on his mouth, Fiona wondered if he had a disfigured face. Rumors spread through the ranks saying he was a morphine addict and that explained why he couldn't feel pain. Other said he had a burned face and covered it from all eyes. Others said it was something that held his skin together.

Fiona disregarded her thoughts quickly when she wondered if he was attractive. But then again, maybe he was. A strong jawline? A sharp nose? Maybe facial hair? Fiona blinked furiously as Bane's voice echoed through the hangar. Now wasn't the time for fantasies about the man she hated.

"The deed will be done, gentleman, you have my word," the gusto in Bane's voice seemed to translate into his hand motions as he waved them off precariously, "If anyone makes a mistake... Ms. Woods... You have my word they will be dealt with as well."

Fiona let a loud sigh escape her mouth, earning a look from Daggett. "Watch it, girl. Don't think you're the-"

"Listen, I don't care, Mr. Daggett. I'm sorry. But, we're on a schedule. Can we get this over with?" Fiona didn't mean to sound sour, so to appease the approaching Bane, "I don't plan on screwing this up."

Heads bobbed, pleased with the answer.

Bane quickly mounted the vehicle, coiling his hands around the throttle before his helmet turned in her direction. He seemed to look her over once more before returning his attention to the opening garage door.

The plan was in action.

Bane's eye twitched behind his helmet's visor.

The awkward revving from Fiona's bike made him want to punch something. Glancing back as they pulled to a red light, he saw her bike jerk back and forth as she attempted to maneuver the machine. He almost laughed as she sped forward quickly, only to stop just as abruptly.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the road.

For a split second, he hoped she would crash, just to see what would happen, but then he remembered the job and realized he actually needed her.

Need. He scoffed. He didn't need her. No one needed her.

The light turned green and the bikes sped off, Fiona a bit behind. Bane ignored her, turning right onto Main Street. He gave a nod to Greg, the man nicknamed Jumpy, and watched him pull into the parking lot, Fiona following.

The plan was for them to enter the building, Greg dressed as an accountant and Fiona dressed as a janitor, and resume work as if they were employees going in for the late evening shift. 15 minutes later, Bane would enter, take out security, and the plan would begin.

As Fiona sped by, Bane watched with curiosity, as her helmet snapped in his direction. He waved her off, snorting as her bike almost connected with the gate at the parking garage. She was truly an idiot, and Bane regretted even letting her join his team. Fiona had spirit, though and Bane figured that with time, he would break her in and perhaps she would actually becoming useful.

He strongly doubted it.

Bullets bounced off of monitors and screams filled the air. In a rush of speed, the woman reached into the janitor's bucket and pulled out the automatic handgun, loading it and rushing down the stairs of the stock exchange quickly. Kicking open the front doors, Fiona grinned at Greg who was already in the room with his weapon drawn. He nodded at her once, his voice rising above the crowd.

"Down. Everybody get down!"

Some complied, while others cowered. Fiona let out another burst of bullets, letting it spread through the air and lodge into more monitors. A woman by her began pleading and Fiona shot her a look.

There were footsteps as more screams came from the front doors. Heavy, slow footsteps. Fiona knew it was Bane even before he pushed by her roughly, spinning a man in his chair.

"There's no money you can steal... This is a stock exchange!"

Bane was silent for a moment, "Then why are all of you here?"

The man's face roughly met the table he was sitting it with a satisfying whack.

Fiona grinned as Greg rushed over, grabbing a tablet and plugging in the device, tapping away furiously. Straightening her shoulders, she watched Bane twiddle his hands as police sirens wailed outside. He was calm, so, Fiona figured she should be as well. After all, Daggett had put good word in for them, so there were more people helping in the exchange than she thought. Her head reeled as she spotted the bikes, resting against a pillar of computers.

"How much longer, Jumpy, my friend?"

Greg eyed the tablet. "8 minutes."

Bane nodded. "Time to go mobile."

Bane gripped the man in the chair, hoisting him up and ignoring his protests. Quickly duct taping his hands with the tape provided by Greg, He hauled him onto the back of the Fiona's motorcycle, only before grabbing a terrified woman and doing the same. Greg watched as Bane grasped the tablet and pushed it into the bag, handing it to Fiona.

"Show me you won't met up, Skinny."

Fiona twitched.

Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she nodded quickly, before hopping onto the bike like her partners. The group of men and women were directed to the front of the building, where slowly they trickled out, police training their guns on them. The bikes were silent, and as Fiona's heart pounded, she elbowed the man on the back of the bike, hoping he would shut up.

He didn't.

Screams erupted as Bane sped through the crowd, ignoring the bodies and taking off through the police cruisers, his fellow robbers in tow.

Cursing loudly, Fiona spotted the police barricade ahead and paled as Bane and Greg quickly jumped off of it, landing and continuing on their bikes. Fiona sped up, her hands clutching the throttle. A scream rose from her throat as her eyes clamped shut and she felt the ground disappear beneath the bikes tires.

Her eyes flew open when the bike made contact with the ground. She laughed, swallowing her fear and speeding up, weaving through cars and proud of herself for making the jump. Balancing the bike, Fiona leaned into a turn, following Bane as he quickly dumped his hostage. Greg, however, kept his on the back of his bike, letting the man in the suit scream and plead.

The sun was setting now, and as Fiona tugged on the throttle, her bike dove beneath the road, trailing Bane and Greg as they weaved through traffic in the tunnels. Police sirens screeched behind them, their tires beating the pavement in a desperate attempt to catch up to the bikes. Weaving around a van quickly, Fiona swallowed, the lights in the tunnel suddenly growing dim.

"What the...?" the man on the back of her bike screamed as a dark shadow rushed by, accompanied by the wail of an engine.

Impossible.

Fiona jerked her bike left, avoiding a stopped car. The tunnel was dark now, all of the lights and cars stopped. Fiona quickly sped up, paling as Greg's bike slowed to a stop and his hostage ran from the man, screaming. Watching as the police quickly tackled him, Fiona was now fueled by a new fear.

A fear of the Batman.

Her bike raced to the speed of Bane's, mirroring his weaving patterns. As the road galloped below them, Fiona saw an intersection and swallowed, breaking right while Bane quickly skidded, his bike turning the completely opposite direction. He was headed straight towards the police cruisers, and as he rolled by, they didn't even stop.

The police were chasing the Bat now.

Fiona heard her bike behind her and quickly sped forward, ducking below a bridge to avoid him.

There was a cry, and suddenly the weight of her hostage was gone.

Fiona looked back, confused.

With a loud crash, she felt her bike connect with something, sending her toppling over the handlebars and onto the ground. She screamed in pain, her pants tearing and exposing road burned skin. Her eyes made connection with two boots.

Two black boots.

He roughly grabbed her bag, eyeing the tablet as it beeped successfully, the false information planted onto the server.

She grinned.

Suddenly, the bat's fist collided with her helmet, shattering the glass and knocking her into darkness.