TC Stark: You guys are so bad. Making me attached to my computer all day long lol I'm just kidding. I was so excited to get this chapter out! I hope you all like it :3 I know you all wanted Leyla to beat the crap out of Talia, but I think this revenge is even sweeter. You might end up not liking Bane in this one lol Love you guys!

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Chapter Fourteen

When Leyla was a young girl, her mother used to roll her hair in the boudoir. There was never a time when the two weren't smiling and bonding. When dad was at work, the two were busy trying on different lipsticks and high heels. She was a happy child, who idolized her mother and couldn't wait for a time to emulate her. A time when she would dress up in adult clothing and look just as beautiful as her mom.

Even though it had been fourteen years since her mother had passed, Leyla felt like she was emulating her in some way. Despite not wearing flashy clothes or heels, she made sure to at least apply make up every day. Somehow, when she was sitting in front of the mirror; she felt a little like her mother. Somehow, she was keeping her mother alive.

A part of her wondered how her parents would react to Gotham's hostile takeover. Would Bane have killed her father, because of his association with John Daggett? Would they have been thrown in front of Jonathan Crane and forced to choose their fate? Her mother would have been very upset. She would have cried everyday. Her mother was so full of life that there was no way she could have numbed herself to the pain.

While setting her black hair in a high bun, Leyla thought that maybe it was a good thing that her parents weren't around to see what their city had become. There was no way she wanted them dead, but the thought of them being killed by angry citizens or a bomb was too much for her. When her mother was alive, she remembered hearing her parents talk about buying a vacation home. Probably somewhere in California or Florida. She wished that if they were alive that they had. That way they wouldn't have been around when Bane first took over Gotham.

Leyla's mother was a very girly woman. She had been ecstatic that her only child was a girl. So happy that she had decided to enroll her daughter in ballet. It was fun while it lasted. After all, she was able to dress in a pink dress every time and perform on stage. She wasn't very good, but it was all about looking cute for her parents' pictures.

That had all stopped once her mother died. Leyla wondered if she even remembered anything. Ballet was so girly and delicate that she had thrown it away, once she turned fourteen. At that point her life was about hard partying and sex. It wasn't very romantic. Not at all delicate. Her mother would have been very disappointed.

Standing from her chair, Leyla viewed herself in the mirror. She was a girl of average height. Five foot three inches to be exact. She could never have been a ballerina as an adult. Sure, she was thin enough, but she wasn't tall enough. Still, her body began moving into a few simple positions that she remembered. Ballet was a beautiful and elegant dance. Calming. At the moment, she needed some sincerity in her life.

The end was near. She knew that. Her anger was all that she had to hold on to. If her mind didn't concentrate on her hatred of Talia, then she would surely break down. It was bad enough that she was becoming curious. How would it feel to die? Would she instantly be incinerated, due to the bomb? Or would she be crushed from her house being crushed, due to the force of the explosion? Would it feel like being burned? And what would happen afterwords?

When Leyla had been in the car accident, she hadn't remembered the pain of the impact. She didn't remember anything at all. Just seeing the car the second before it hit. The only pain she felt was when she woke up. It was excruciating pain. Extreme soreness. If she wasn't alive, then she couldn't feel pain. Maybe she wouldn't even know she died. She would just stop...thinking.

In the middle of her calming movements, Leyla heard noise. A voice specifically. A very familiar voice. In an instant, she felt angry again. So much for feeling calm. This was all her fault. All Talia's. How selfish that woman was. She may have been fine with dying, but Leyla wasn't. This wasn't right. The older woman shouldn't have a right to destroy thousands of lives.

After slipping on a pair of skinny jeans, dark purple slouch boots, a long sleeved purple and white striped shirt, and thick form fitting black hoodie, Leyla left her room. It was getting very cold out and they didn't have heat. How could they when all corporations were destroyed? So, she needed a thick black scarf.

After leaving her room, she peered over her floor's railing and saw that she was right. Bane and Talia were speaking. Talia extremely close. Leyla knew it wasn't a good idea to have revealed her intimate night, with the large man. Now the other woman would look to reassure her place on top. She would look to anger her further.

Somehow, Talia could feel a new presence. With a smirk, she looked up, "Well, hello, Leyla."

With tightened lips, Leyla sneered, "What are you doing here, Talia?"

"Oh, I didn't know this was your mansion."

"It is. I lived here for six years." She snapped.

Talia smirked once more and turned to Bane, "Darling, is that true? Don't you own this mansion?"

"It is mine," Bane nodded, his hands grabbing onto the collar of his vest, "Everything John Daggett owned became mine, upon his death."

Leyla raised an eyebrow. Bane was demeaning her. Putting her down. Was it just for Talia or did he sincerely feel that way. Everything John owned was now his...she was once John's. Did that mean she was his now? No, she belonged to no one. She was free to do whatever she wanted. Wasn't she? Had Bane simply allowed her to think she was in charge of her soul, when in reality it was his?

Suddenly, she felt anger. Not for Talia. But, for Bane. How dare he think that she was his? Is that what he believed? He could give his all to Talia and Leyla was there simply for sex? It was her life with John all over again. Her not mattering, unless it was for sex. She was nothing else but a body, for him to sleep with whenever he felt like it.

Talia could see the anger flare in Leyla's eyes and she was fully satisfied. Smugly smirking, she turned back to Bane and spoke, "Come. We have much to do in our final days."

Nodding, he turned and instructed, "I will be back. Stay here."

Stay here. Bane was giving her orders. How could he do that? It wasn't too long ago that she was allowed to roam around the house. Feel freedom. Do what she pleased. Had it all been an illusion? Wasn't she just as much of a prisoner as before and hadn't noticed? Had he pushed her so that she would become his property, rather than John's?

Leyla felt her blood boil. How dare he. Her blue eyes watched in fury, as Talia and Bane left. She would not go back to that life. If she were to die, then it would be on her own. Not as a pet or a possession. Bane and Talia wouldn't die thinking that she was one to be manipulated. She was strong and wouldn't give up.

Fueled by anger and determination, Leyla instantly flew down the stairs. They were so arrogant. So cocky. Especially Talia. This was all Talia's fault. She could only imagine the conversations the two had. She had to have been the one to convince Bane that Leyla was merely a pet. It made her hate the foreign woman even more. And made her angry at Bane for being so weak-minded.

Not wanting to be caught sneaking out, by them; Leyla decided to leave the back way so to buy herself time. The mansion almost seemed empty. All the soldiers must have gone to the streets. No one had an exact idea of when the bomb would go off. For all they knew, it could have been in an hour. Ten minutes. Had Bane really expected her to die alone?

Pushing the thoughts aside for the moment, she began running. She would not die in John Daggett's mansion. If she were to die, it would be in her apartment. Surrounded by pictures of her mother and father. The only ones who ever truly cared about her. She wouldn't be blown up in the house, of the man who raped her.

When she had gotten to the back, she noticed Barsard leaning against the wall. He was smoking. It might have been his last one and he wanted to savor it. Bane understood. It was his worldly pleasure and it could have been the last smoke he ever had. The soldier wasn't needed at that very second. Besides, he wanted to allow his boss and Talia some private time, in their final days.

Noticing Leyla and the state she was in, Barsard commented, "You don't look too good."

Possession. All that flashed through Leyla's head, were Bane's words. Everything John owned, he owned now. She wouldn't be a toy. She had been one for too long. Had Bane slept with her, to in a way mark his territory? Did he hope, when other men saw her, they saw the B carved into her soul? The way John's use to?

Knowing that couldn't be allowed, she lunged forward and smashed her lips against Barsard's. It was so aggressive. So unexpected. The soft spoken man had thought it was bold for Leyla to finger herself in front of him, but this took the cake. He would have never expected it. It was so uncharacteristic for her to slam him up against the wall and assault his lips with her own.

Overcome with primal urges, and knowing he would die soon; Barsard kissed back. Instantly, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed further into her mouth. Leyla let out a moan, that opened her lips and allowed his tongue to dart in. Each time their mouths opened, their tongues lashed out at each other.

When Leyla bit down on his lower lip, Barsard quickly spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. She didn't mind. She was running on pure adrenaline at the moment. Her hands lashed out and yanked him forward, by the sides of his jacket. Their mouths found each other once again; their lips already bruising.

Time was of the essence and Leyla couldn't wait. Aggressively, her hands ripped at his pants. Barsard chuckled, at her frustration and reached down to undo his zipper. Slipping her own pants down. Leyla spread her legs and gripped at the back of his hair, as he thrust into her.

Barsard's lips moved to her neck, as his hands reached down and gripped onto her hips. It was rough and aggressive. His member was shoving into her rapidly and hard. But, it wasn't like John. He wasn't doing her with the experience of a prepubescent boy. Barsard knew what he was doing. He just liked it rough. And in that moment, so did she.

Leyla let out a small scream, as he continued to slam into her. The tip of his staff jabbed at her cervix, sending pangs of pleasure and pain shooting through her body. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, as his hips moved at a paid pace. She was letting out short gasps, as he continued to thrust into her with great ferocity.

Yanking his head back up, their mouths crashed against each other again. His hips grind against hers, as he pushed her further against the wall. Leyla's hips met his, with every thrust. She was determined to make herself orgasm. To reach the peak that Bane had helped her achieve, after years of going without it. He would not have that satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was not able to happen. With one last thrust, Barsard spilled himself inside of her. It had been enjoyable, despite the fact that she didn't finish. It was still better than what she was used to with John and it was rebellious. All of a sudden, she was back to her rebellious ways and she couldn't care less.

With a groan, Barsard kissed her once more before pulling away, "Fuck."

Leyla was attempting to catch her breath as well, "Thank you."

Chuckling, Barsard pulled away and turned around to readjust himself, "Oh no, thank you. But, I now have work t-"

The soft spoken man wasn't able to finish his sentence, as she grabbed the large gun from his holster and once again smacked him in the back of his head. Just like before, his body dropped to the ground. Unconscious. But, unlike the first time, she didn't apologize. Instead, she reached down and stole the keys to his jeep, as well as taking his cigarettes.

Sticking one in her mouth, she lit it and instructed to the sleeping body, "Tell Bane I belong to no one."

After stealing Barsard's jeep and his cigarettes, Leyla drove the vehicle down to the Narrows. She would die in the comfort of her apartment, not the confines of the mansion. She parked the car a few blocks away from her place. Sure, Bane knew where she lived, but she still didn't want him to see the jeep directly outside.

With another cigarette in her lips, she stuck her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and marched forward. She looked at all the buildings around her. None of these people probably knew that they would die soon. Bane had done a good job at feeding everyone hope. So much so that everyone was blind to the fact that the end was very near.

"Leyla?"

Hearing her name called, the pale woman turned to see who it was. Who she saw was not who she expected. Widening her eyes, Leyla gasped, "Bruce?"

There he was. Bruce Wayne. Alive and actually looking...alright. What was he doing in the Narrows? Where had he been for the past several months? Shaking her head, none of that mattered. He was alive. Talia hadn't destroyed him and he had come back. Leyla was overjoyed to see him. Seeing him smile showed her that her attack on the foreign woman was justified.

As the two walked towards each other, the billionaire looked at her a tad confused, "You smoke?"

Leyla hadn't even realized that a cigarette was still in her hand. She realized that she probably looked very different to him. Bruce was used to seeing her looking submissive. He would have never thought that she would smoke or do anything that would pin her as a bad girl. Smiling sheepishly, she gave a slight shrug, "These are hard times."

"Where's John?"

The mention of her deceased boss cause her to frown, "He's dead...Bane killed him."

Frowning, Bruce asked, "Where have you been staying? What has he done to you?"

"At my apartment, not too far from here," Deciding to ignore his last question, she asked, "Where have you been? What has he done to you?"

She could see his lips tighten at this. Obviously, it hadn't been pleasant. But, he simply replied, "Made me stronger.. Listen, Leyla, you need to stay indoors. The bomb...its deteriorating."

"I know," She nodded with a frown, "We don't have much longer. You were right, when you shut down the project. It was too dangerous. Everyone thinks...there's a chance. Why did you give the company to Miranda? She's the reason for all of this."

Bruce let out a sigh, "Its not her fault. It fell into the wrong hands. I'm going to try to stop this, but you need to stay indoors. Protect yourself...in case..."

Leyla sighed, "You know that's not going to help, Bruce."

"Gotham won't go without a fight."

"What are you going to do?"

A moment of silence passed, before he replied, "I haven't given my all. Not yet. Leyla, please be safe. Please. Don't leave your apartment. Its going to get really dangerous and I don't want anything happening to you."

Leyla nodded, as Bruce turned and began to walk away. She had no idea what he was going to do, but somehow knowing that he was safe made her feel better. With his hopeful attitude, maybe Gotham stood a chance. All the city needed was more positive thinkers. More fighters. God forbid the city did burn, then at least they went out with a fight.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she shouted, "Bruce!" She waited for him to turn around, before exclaiming, "Please don't listen to Miranda Tate! She isn't who she says she is!"

Bruce stood in confusion for a moment, wondering what she meant. What had happened to Miranda? He had hoped she was okay. Frowning, he asked, "Are any of us?"