Jade crept behind the wall connecting her to her prison and placed her makeshift bathroom behind it. Taking a small stone she carved out a single tally mark. She would keep track of her time as best she could.
Relieving herself she moved back around to the front of the wall by feel and by the small light Dante had left, like everything, just out of her reach. It was dim in the darkness and didn't help as much as she would like but it would have to do.
Laying down on the mat she curled into a ball and tried to get comfortable with this chain wrapped around her. She resolved to try to escape, she would have to watch the situation, if he got too upset, she feared no one would find her corpse down here. Falling asleep on the chain proved easier than she thought with the bruises and the chain, but she lulled off into a deep and troubled sleep not minutes after her head was on the mat.
Barsad spoke softly to a young man wearing a letterman's jacket. A few days of heavy sleuthing and thinly veiled threats and he had found out what Gordon was up to. Checking the date he ran back to headquarters at a brisk pace.
Bustling through the door he was surprised to find Bane in the kitchen watching something on his tablet.
"Special forces, coming in on the next food delivery, which by our schedule, should be in a week. I know where Gordon and the rest are being holed up. We also know where Lucious and the like are as well, Thanks to Talia." Placing his weapon down he began to take his vest off he sat down and eyed Bane with caution. Everything about the man exuded rage.
"Something the matter?" Barsad reached forward and pulled an apple in his direction.
"I do not believe our leader has been entirely truthful with me." Setting the tablet down Barsad could see a video feed. It was from a month or so ago but he could see very clearly who it was. Watching Talia and Bruce Wayne kiss was stomach turning in itself, but Bane must be wretched. "Do you have any other news for me?"
Barsad knew what the other man meant but went on telling him about the ammunition, newly judged people, the courts in general, and what had been going on with the small army they had amassed.
"Barsad. I believe you are goading me. Brother I asked you a question." Bane sat back down bringing a glass of water to Barsad and setting one down in front of himself. Surprised Barsad took a sip before eyeing Bane carefully. Over the last few days a dark presence had fallen on Bane. He had been ruthless in his execution of their plan. Most of it was to stay low now but there had been two instances where the Joker and his men decided to make a nuisance of themselves, and Bane was in the throng of it.
"She was at the school." Bane's cup broke suddenly in his grasp and Barsad's head snapped up to help pick up papers and electronics that were being threatened with the small pool of water that was rapidly spreading. "I went to look!" Barsad snapped and Bane looked at him incredulously, helping him move the papers and clean up the water he muttered an apology while he started picking up the pieces of ceramic and hoped Barsad would continue.
"Her body wasn't there. We did a search of the area and found a boy's body out back, shot, execution style. They left him behind the dumpster."
"He was the only one to escape? Then where is she? What does he have to do with her and how do you know she was there?" Bane's voice held concern Barsad had never heard, he raised an eyebrow but hid his surprise.
"That's what I'm getting at. We don't know where she went but we do know she was there because the boy who was shot, was Andrew's brother. Tyler. She had to have been with him when it happened. We think the Joker and his men have her."
"I want them found tonight. I want a plan to take them out by the end of the week, that gives you three days." Bane did not take his eyes off of the wall in front of him, his brow furrowed in anger.
"It will be done but I have to ask, what if we don't find her?"
Bane got up from the table, the look of murder still on his face.
"Then they will burn like the rest won't they Barsad?" Bane left quietly and walked almost noiselessly up the stairs.
Barsad took his phone out and made a few calls out to Riley and Jet. They were leading two teams through the city trying to track down this clown's whereabouts. Heading into his bedroom he scoured hours of tape from hundreds of video feeds he had been patched in to. It would take days to comb through them all. He narrowed the tapes down to about a dozen cameras still in operation. It was past midnight before he fell asleep at his desk.
The only way Jade knew of each days passing was Dante bringing her a jug of water and some bread. Sometimes he would come and just abuse her. Over the last week he had awoke in a rage when someone had taken something from him and on another when he had been left out of a major raid. He stalked through the rubble and pulled Jade up by her arm only to rain down various abuses on her.
Shaking the pain from her back she glanced around in anticipation of the day. Her sleep had been fragmented but she had managed to get some sleep when her captor was gone. Because he had also built a small camp under the building rubble, she had to watch carefully. After the first few days she started to work out behind the wall. Even with him watching, she could manage five to ten minutes to herself before she thought she was being too careless. Each time she would try to do something physical, even if it was beyond painful to do so.
After the first few days she thought she had his schedule down. She thought it was almost day 10 or 11 when she peered around and, not seeing Dante, snuck around the wall to where she had been relieving herself and also hiding her escape attempts. She thought she had been careful.
"So THIS is what you've been up to?!"
Jade's head snapped up in time to see his hands coming at her. He had long since stripped her of her dignity and her clothes. She brought her hands to her body but he pulled her by the large chain around the corner. Nails dragging the ground, she begged him to leave her alone.
"All this time, I've seen the tally marks but apparently I am just not doing my job if you still have it in you to exercise when I'm not here." He brought his fists down over her ribcage as she tried to protect her head. A loud crack told her that a break if not a fracture was happening. The screams were deafening in Jade's ears and she only stopped when she realized it was her and that the pain was not going away.
After another hard blow to her ribs that left her breathless, her hands jolted down when a punch landed too low and hit her hip. The sudden exposure of her face gave Dante the moment he needed and he began to deal blows to Jade's face as well. He felt her nose crack and her jaw pop. After she lay motionless except for a few shallow breaths, he took himself out of his pants and pulled her almost lifeless form closer to him.
"There now, what a good girl." His breath was hot against her neck but she was in too much pain to care. Bitter tears rolled down her face and each breath came in ragged gasps. Dante manipulated her body in every way he wished.
"From now on, you can expect a good 'adjustment' every morning." He wiped some of the blood away from her cheek before sticking that finger into her mouth and wiping it off on her tongue. He smiled as she tried to turn her eyes as more tears came freely now. Dante responded by running a hand over her bruised sides and pushing, what Jade was sure now, her broken ribs. Jade screamed and it made the sadistic man laugh before he turned and left.
Rolling over so she didn't have to see him coming if he did, she held her hands to her heart and closed her eyes.
"Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon…" her voice cracked and she sobbed a moment before sniffing a bit and continuing. "and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,…"
She rocked gently, letting the pain from her sides and pounding headache, twist into a fantasy land she had read about a thousand times. She delivered the lines quietly until she was too tired to go on. Falling asleep heavily she prayed the next day wouldn't come.
A week of waiting was enough to drive anyone mad, let alone stay cooped up in a small apartment. The day the food truck rumbled by, Barsad went to knock on Bane's door to find it empty. Scouring the building he ended up in the basement watching the bigger man destroy punching bag after wooden barrier after metal targets. There seemed to be no reason to the mans rage.
"The special forces unit is meeting with Gordon now. Our intel tells us they will head to meet with Talia and Lucious soon."
Bane wordless stopped his assault on the lifeless targets, picked up his vest, and made his way to the stairs and out the door. Barsad followed in hot pursuit and they reached the street team quickly.
"Let's move." Bane put on a smile and it reached his eyes. The men were happy to oblige. Making their way through the streets Bane and his team cut down anyone in their path. Reaching the overly large, almost library like building they were through the doors in an instant. Spotting the small team, Bane stalked towards the leader personally while the rest of them were rounded up for judgment.
Smiling as he crushed the life out of the idiot who dared speak before him, Bane called for his team to round the rest up to go before Crane, all the while keeping an eye out for Talia.
"Boss." Barsad shifted his eyes left and Bane caught sight of her. Drawing himself up he gripped her arm roughly.
"Miss. Tate? Is it?" Bane lead her by the arm with Lucious behind her being pushed forward by the rest of the company. "To judgment!" Bane's cry rallied the small army and they cheered as more of Gotham's elite were marched to Crane.
As they got to city hall, the captured were put in a waiting hall. Talia expected Bane to come get her, but he never came.
"Don't you worry Miss. Tate, I'm sure you and I, will think of something." Lucious patted Talia's hand and she leaned against him. The perfect character to this play.
After a few days of semi consciousness, ice was dumped on Jade's already freezing form and she screamed awake. Hearing laughter she turned to find herself surrounded by at least ten men. All looking at her maliciously, all smiling at her now rosy and excited form; the water doing its job to raise bumps and cause her nipples to become erect.
Dante stalked forward happily with a bag he dropped a few feet from her. He reached for Jade and she scrambled back. In her haste she forgot herself and realized, all too late, that she had exposed herself to almost everyone around.
Pulling her chain, Dante moved her closer to him.
"Oh they aren't here to fuck you. Not all of them anyways." A ripple of dangerous breathy laughter cut across the group and Dante gave an insidious smile. "Besides," he grabbed her breast roughly and hissed into her ear. "if I let some of these men have you then I won't get you back." Snickering to himself he slapped Jade's arm a few times and brushed her hand aside when she tried to move him. "This will help us celebrate." And with that he plunged a syringe into her arm.
In shock Jade kicked at Dante and he jumped back in a fit of laughter.
"She'll remember everything but, after I saw a few things this morning, I realized I was just tired of her fighting back." One man put his hand into the bag and drew out some rope, Dante bent over to unlock her when yet another man grabbed her from behind. It was about this time she felt something funny, a warm feeling. She felt drowsy and hot and wanted very much to stop moving so much. Eyeing a pleasant looking younger man she reached out to him and he caught her when she fell without warning. He smiled gently as he brought her back to the mat and lowered her down.
"You don't have to…just…I don't want to…Please do…don't?" she flopped her hands against his chest uselessly and he kissed her hands. She felt her eyes knit together in confusion but was sure it was all an act when he held her hands above her head to be tied that way instead of to her ankle. The rest of the night went on in a blur. She recalled all the sex, the beatings were harder to remember. They untied her for those. Because of the drugs she was as limp as a rag doll. Just a punching bag for their aggression.
She didn't know how long it went on. It stopped for stretches. She was fed and washed. Dante continued to pump her full of a cocktail of drugs, however, that left her groggy and weak. Unable to defend herself she was subjected to a daily ritual of abuse. Every night she counted another day until the bomb went off.
She didn't know but there was one among them who didn't agree. One who decided he didn't know who else to turn to.
Nikolai watched night after night, for almost a month and a half now. He went with the majority of the poor girls abusers on missions and raids. But when they got back he always kept to himself.
"Alright, I need a few men to deliver this report." A large man whose name escaped Nikolai stood before the crowd of inmates. "It goes to the top so watch your shit, I heard he ain't in a good mood lately." A dark chuckle ran though the crowd. They had seen Bane and his terror. How he had crushed the special forces leader and hung them all for the world to see. Bane was in no mood to be trifled with.
"Yeah I'll go." Nikolai raised his hand cautiously, keeping his head on the weapon he was polishing.
"Me too." Dante leaped up as soon as Nikolai said something. Dante was suspicious of Nikolai and thought the man would disrupt his fun. Maybe he just needed persuading.
"I need two more. Tony. Kline. Let's go. City is getting more restless. Couple riots yesterday but is should be easy going." The large man walked over and handed the packet and a large box to Nikolai then a radio to Dante. "Pack up and go quick."
The men loaded into a small van and made their way slowly through town. The streets were quiet and it seemed as if there was going to be no action. Dante knew he only had a few minutes.
"So Tony, you uh have a good night?" Picking up Dante's meaning and eyeing Nik in the process, Tony turned in the front seat while Kline smiled as he drove. Kline too had shared in the joys of the captive.
"Fairly yeah. Some woman just walking around the city but never usually alone. Pretty hard to come by these days. You have to take what you can get." He winked at Nikolai and the other men chuckled.
"Sometimes it helps to have something easy to pick up." Kline tightened his grip on the steering wheel and glanced back at Dante. "Speaking of."
"When we get back it's in the syringe already. Give me a few minutes and she's yours." The sick smile crossed his face and Tony leaned back and took in a deep breath with closed eyes; recalling an earlier time no doubt.
"You just taking from the hospital?" Nikolai wasn't playing their game. Only a few more blocks and maybe he could get a word in, though how he would and not be discovered he hadn't figured out yet.
"A little yeah, it's better than the cocktails the Zoo uses to keep that big ape under control." The van laughed at Bane's expense and Nikolai joined in much to Dante's surprise.
"Seeing how big he is and how long he's taken the stuff, if you ever got a hold of any, you'd probably be on the trip of your life." Tony saw the look in Dante's eye and turned his attention to Nikolai. "Come on Nik, talk to me. That little bit not your style? You into something more masculine?" The van snickered and Nikolai wiped a smile onto his face before batting his eyes at Tony.
"Why? You want me to show you how a real man can take care of you boy?" Kline shoved at Tony with roars all around.
"Come on now Nik, talk to us. We're all on the same team." Kline turned a corner and eyed Nikolai full in the mirror.
"I'm a romantic, a sap. I had a wife once. I'm one of those guys." The van went quiet and Tony turned in his seat as Kline slowed to a stop.
"Why didn't you ever say anything? We were in together for years."
"Would you have taken me seriously if I had told you?"
"Plenty of guys have wives and are taken seriously on the inside." The men clamored out of the van and Tony pulled Niks arm to follow as Kline and Dante led on into the building and up to the elevator.
"What did everyone say I was in for?"
"Robbing some high end bank, armed guards. Then hitched a ride out on the armored truck."
Nikolai held the box under one arm and stopped short, pulling Tony with the other.
"Tony, My in laws caught me picking the family coffee tin because we were behind on the bills. They turned me in to get their girl in good with some punk kid with high money. I was in for shit."
They kept walking to the elevator in silence. Dante keeping close watch on them both and especially on Nikolai until the elevator came to a stop. The quiet of the apartment hushed the group as they stepped out of the elevator and made their way to the kitchen.
Rounding the corner they found Barsad and Bane in a heated but quiet debate over an expanse of maps and papers the spilled over the table and onto the floor.
"We've narrowed it down to this area." Barsad made a circle on the map. "We can do more recon, with only a month and the some left, I'm running out of hope. Intell says they move every week, so it's almost impossible to track because we don't know where he's going next."
"Boss?" Nikolai broke the intruding groups silence and everyone in the room turned to stare at him. Bane's eyes held nothing but malice and rage that set the rest of the men uneasy; Nikolai suddenly had an idea and brazenly walked forward to the wide eyed amazement of Barsad and including company.
Bane straightened up and it was only when Nikolai was within arm's reach did he finally stop and think about what a huge mistake he may have just made.
"The report sir." Bane took it from Nikolai and with a wish and a prayer Nikolai hoped he wouldn't die after this. "And might I add Sir you don't look at all like the gorilla everyone makes you out to be."
Time stood still. Breaths were either being held or completely forgotten about. Bane had stopped halfway through the packet when Nikolai had spoken and after he had, Bane closed the packet slowly, placed it on top of the box still in Nikolai's hands and placed his massive paws behind his back.
"The rest of your group is excused. Barsad will pull you aside and remind you of your place. I cannot afford to lose soldiers so close to the end of our mission because of ridiculous notions. The rest of you leave but you," Bane took the box slowly from Nikolai, "you will stay." Bane took the box and the packet towards the stairs, turning before he made the stairs he glared at Dante, Tony, and Kline. "You three may go."
The others wasted no time in saluting their leader and turning towards the elevator but not without a last glace at Nikolai.
"Barsad, Sir, look it was a mistake, I'm tired, please, I didn't mean…"
"Shut up!" Barsad followed the others to the elevator and pushed them in. "If he's alive when we're done we'll bring what's left of him back."
The doors closed and Barsad crossed the room again and ended up behind Nikolai.
"Are you brain dead?!" Barsad slammed the back of his rifle into Nik's shoulder blade.
"Please! It was to get in without them I needed to talk to you privately."
Barsad stopped his assault but drew his pistol and aimed it at Nik.
"You have 30 seconds to recapture my good attentions."
"I just want a transfer!"
Barsad cocked his gun. "25 seconds."
"I can't talk to my head about it.
"20 seconds, why not?"
"He's in on it!"
"15, in on what?"
"That fucker Dante caught a girl outside that damn school about a month back." Barsad's eyes went wide but Nikolai continued. "He told the head that no one made it but he and his mates brought one back and she's under the building. The garage is still there where we all stay but the attached building is half collapsed, she's too far back to see from the lot you have to know where you're going."
Barsad stepped around Nikolai and pulled him up but that didn't stop Nikolai from pleading for his life.
"Everyone's in on it. The whole damn lot. The last man who said no was left for dead after they beat him stupid. Everyone uses her. Dante keeps her clean, and fed, he makes sure everyone wears protection but. He keeps her drugged, heavily. She gets beat, a lot. I can't ask anyone else because I'd rather not get the shit knocked out of me. That enough?"
Barsad eyed him and clicked the safety on his gun. Eyeing the stairs and not hearing anything he turned back towards Nikolai.
"What does she look like?"
"She was healthy, brown hair, brown eyes. She was all sass and some physical game but that stopped with the drugs. She's really complacent now most of the time without them."
"She have a name?"
"I heard Dante call her it once but it ended quickly."
"And it was?"
"Jade. She was called Jade." Barsad took a deep breath.
"I need you to go back. I'll need you to lead us to her." Nikolai nodded but didn't know how he would lead them without anyone knowing. "RILEY!" A large man came hustling into the kitchen. "I need Nikolai roughed up a bit, enough for him not to go on the next raid."
Riley wasted no time and asked no questions. Nikolai had a bloody nose and was laid on the ground long enough for Barsad to work out a small plan.
"Alright Riley that's enough. Get him some ice and get your shit together. YOU are taking this radio," Barsad slipped a small radio into Nikolai's pocket, "and we will take you back. I'll radio you in the next day or so. Stay in bed. Be pitiful. We'll be in touch."
Riley dragged him out the door and down to the nearest vehicle. A driver had already been radioed and they, quite literally, kicked him out of the door when they arrived at the garage.
Bloody and very bruised some of the others helped him get to his cot. Before falling off to try to sleep off his new headache, he could hear the echoes of Dante and Kline, and Jade, crying to stop before she was silent. The drugs kicking in, no doubt. Nik closed his eyes and nodded off to sleep.
Barsad debated between telling Bane and not when he knocked on the larger man's door.
"Come." Barsad entered and stood back a little. Bane was leaning back in his chair going through the box and packet again.
"The lesson has been learned. He was kicked back wounded but alive. Any good news?"
"Take this," Bane handed a paper over to Barsad, "And make an attack plan for two days from now. He will be there." Barsad looked at the paper and found a large amount of information on the Joker's whereabouts. The informant was starting to pay off.
"Yes Sir." Barsad left the room and closed the door behind him. Getting her back first would be more beneficial. Bane would tear the city down if he caught them in the act. No, it would make the last bit of time here go much more smoothly if he didn't jump the bomb.
Kline spit next to her body, peeled off the condom, and flopped her leg over before adjusting himself over here.
"Best piece I've had in a long time."
Dante ensured she was bound tightly. He and Kline had hog tied her and Dante had the notion to leave her like that for a little bit. He had been lowering his dose of drugs and wanted to be sure she was still in too much pain to fight back; although if Kline's work was any indication from the bruised chest to the fractured arm, she wouldn't fight back anymore anyways.
Whimpering herself to sleep, Jade cried out of fear and anger and pain. Her tears fell into the cold ground and she tasted blood as she nodded off.
"ORDERS! We've got that damned clown. We are teams 5 and 6. I've written out orders to both teams and there are," he checked with another person, "3 of you who won't be joining us. Greg, Halbert, and Nik. The rest of you file in and let's move out!"
Nikolai laid on his side facing away from everyone. Dried blood still caked the back of his neck and part of his arms.
"Tell me when they're gone." Barsad's voice was quiet and muffled by Nikolai's pillow but it hid well and easily in the palm of his hand.
"Yup." He kept his voice low when he spoke, mindful or the men walking around him. Wishing they would just leave already Nikolai left the radio under his pillow and rolled over slowly.
Replacing his hand he watched the last of the inmates turned mercenaries load into trucks and drive off.
"I think they're all gone." Nikolai whispered into the pillow and saw a few figures sneak along the wall and tranquilize the other 2 men. The figures reached Nik's bed and he got up without being asked. Moving the wooden slate he pointed the two men into the dark.
"Get fucking moving." Riley was in no mood to be fooled. Once Nik started walking past the lounge Dante had made, Riley and Stiles moved in behind him and followed the direction he was going with their eyes. It was mid afternoon on a gloomy cold day and it was dark under the concrete.
Stiles produced a flashlight and shone it ahead of Riley, who had a hand gun pulled out and ready for a trick. They walked in silence for a few moments before the saw her.
"get fucking gone." Stiles voice was quiet but was shaking with rage. Jade lay in his beam of light, crumpled and barely breathing. Vials lay around her and Riley picked them each up and read them carefully.
"These weren't here before. You don't think he gave her all of that do you?" Nikolai counted at least 3 different drugs.
"I told you to get out." Stiles took the vials from Riley before kneeling down to pick the lock.
"Hurry up. And you, get o.."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
The three of them snapped up and Dante stood between them and the exit.
"Stiles?" Riley kept his eyes on the approaching man but the light on the lock Stiles was picking.
"I can do this without you." Stiles was on the second lock and eyeing Dante who was approaching Nikolai with a crowbar.
"I left my fucking gun at my bunk, because I just needed to grab my cuffs, or I'd shoot you pricks dead right now." Dante rushed Nikolai while Riley raised the light to help him aim but Dante dodged behind a low pillar, narrowly missing a bullet.
"Get out of here Nik." Riley was walking slowly towards the pillar. Nikolai took no second telling and moved as quickly as he could manage towards the hole to the garage.
"You're taking what's mine you FUCKERS!" Dante screamed before he lobbed the crowbar to Riley, causing him to move the flashlight and for Dante to run towards Stiles.
"STILES!" Turning on his heal Riley aimed the flashlight first and saw Dante but couldn't find Stiles or Jade anywhere. Cutting the flashlight and crouching down he heard Dante scream in frustration and rage.
"DANTE! LET'S GO! You can take mine! Hurry up!" A man appeared in the dimness far off and Dante raged around and kicked at the rocks.
"Keep the whore you fucking thieves!" He jogged out of the area cussing and howling the whole way.
"Stiles?" Riley grabbed the now empty chain and followed it to the wall.
"I've got her, we're up ahead. While you two were after it I started moving out." Riley shone the light and Stiles had managed to make it almost to the exit. "They killed Nik."
Riley passed Stiles cradling a bundled form and they made their way quietly out of the hole.
Picking their way around the bodies of the three that were left, Dante's rage no doubt, they found themselves on the streets.
"Let's get her back, our doctor can look at her." Riley pointed down the street.
"She's not breathing well enough for me, the hospital is close, it's literally just around the corner a block up. I want her checked out, I want her stable." Stiles started walked quickly the other direction. Riley took a few steps, gun still drawn, and caught his friend in the arm.
"We have orders, he doesn't know we're gone, he doesn't know we aren't doing our fucking jobs, I am NOT going back empty fucking HANDED." They squared off for a moment before they nodded and said in unison,
"Call Barsad."
Radioing back he answered swiftly.
"What's the problem? I expected you back by now."
"There's some trouble, she's in bad shape." There was a pause on the other end and Riley could hear cars coming up the road; they didn't need to be standing out in the open with no direction.
"How bad?" Barsad chose his words slowly.
Riley uncovered her and for the first time he and his friend could see the extent of the damage.
"Hard to recognize her. She's pretty much black and blue. They've been drugging her, heavily. She has marks on her arms from repeated blow outs. She dehydrated for sure." Riley pulled back the blanket a bit more to reveal the rest of her body. "They were keeping her without clothes, she's filthy. She has scabs all over her arms and legs, they cut her deep in a few places. She has some harsh discoloration on her ribs, left arm, and right leg. I'd say a break or a fracture. Stiles says hospital. I say tell the doc we're coming."
The silence was permeable. They waited for a few moments in which Riley covered the girl's crumpled form back up and checked her pulse and breathing.
"She's having a tough time breathing Sir." Riley released the button and waited for a reply. Seconds went by like hours.
"I'll tell the doctor to make her up on the fourth floor. Get your asses back here on the double. Out."
Barsad was short and Stiles cursed under his breath but turned around and started back down the road.
"We've got the truck around the corner, let's move." Riley led the way and they paced as fast as they could down the road and finally around the corner backed into an alley.
"There isn't enough room in the cab to hold her with me Rye."
"Get in the back and hold her tight. I'll go as slow as I can." They heard crashing and banging; the rioting was getting worse by the day. Only a month now and all hell would break loose.
Driving far slower than usual they made it back to the large building and Stiles carefully moved to the fourth floor.
"What happened?" Barsad met them at the door and helped lower Jade onto a gurney. The doctor began a line of IV and carefully pulled back her cover.
"Found her like this. It was one of the idiots from Blackgate." Stiles left and went to the elevator, excusing himself all the way.
"Stiles doesn't like this kind of stuff Sir." Riley tried to cover for his friend swiftly. Barsad waved him off.
"Don't worry about it. He isn't the one who's going to have to deliver the news." Barsad dismissed Riley who left without a second thought.
Barsad looked over the battered girl once more before giving express orders to be gentle with her. The doctor and his two nurses agreed more than happily and the nurses started to wash Jade before the doctor could get to the extent of her injuries.
"I'll be back in a few hours. I'll most likely be back with Bane so be prepared to answer any and all questions."
The doctor nodded silently and went to work. Barsad entered the elevator and took a deep breath in. He would shower and change first before telling him. Barsad didn't know how it was going to go, but from how she looked, Bane was going to be out for blood.