I'm so so so sorry for my disappearance, but I had entry exams in September for university and I passed with flying colors, but I had to study for the entire summer for them, so I didn't have any time to write. And now, because I was admitted and because the university is in another country, I had to find an apartment and move from home and all of that... It's been chaotic. I've only just started university like 2 or 3 weeks ago and everything has just been so crazy that I had no time to write :( So please all of you, accept my apologies, I PROMISE I will finish this story
I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
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»I don't know what you want
Let's have a bit of fun till I downfall
My love, if you feel like I do right now
Don't say you're on the run to the other side...«
- Cartoon - Why We Lose
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My mouth hung slightly open as he pulled the mask off. I had wondered what the man beneath the mask was like a billion times. And not once did I think I was ever going to witness it.
But here we were. His body so close to mine, I could feel his heat, the moonlight shining on us as snow fell down to the dark streets of Gotham.
He had scars around his mouth, but they were completely different from Joker's. He was ridiculously attractive to me, but then again, the vulnerability he just showed me, by taking the mask of, was making me hooked on him even more. I could barely see his features because of the lack of light, but what I did manage to see was more than enough to make me blush heavily.
I dared brush a few fingers over his lips as I bit my own. I wanted to taste him. The man beneath the mask. And by the look in his eyes he wanted me, too.
He crashed his lips onto mine, but the kiss was soft and tender. I could taste a chemical ghosting on his breath, and it was oddly sweet. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. I brushed my lips over his, gently kissing him as neither one of us broke the kiss. I felt his hand at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer as he wrapped the other hand around my waist.
I was glad he had a strong hold on me, because as soon as I felt his tongue on my own, my body became all gooey and soft. I felt like I was melting in his embrace, as he pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around him and dragged my nails across the shirt over his muscular back. I wanted it gone â€" I wanted to tear it off of him.
I dared bite his lower lip gently, at which he growled and moaned. I could tell he hadn't kissed many before me, if anyone at all. But it didn't matter at all.
The texture of his lips was so sinfully delicious, I kept wanting more.
But the more we kissed, the less gentle he became. He started going faster, deeper, demanding more, up to the point where there wasn't any more that I could give him. It occurred to me that he wanted to savor this moment. Take all he could as if it was about to be taken from him any second now.
Little did I know, as our kiss got even more heated, it was all about to end. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and pulled away, enough to grab the mask from the bed and place it back on his face.
I panted, trying to catch my breath as my brain struggled to function. I knew he needed the mask as it eased his pain. I had seen the scar over his spine many times before. It didn't take a genius to put the two together, along with the chemical that I kept tasting in my mouth even after our kiss broke.
I wondered why he seemed so sad. The expression on his face looked so tortured. And then I realized. It was his way of saying goodbye.
»The bomb,« I whispered, but he didn't react.
He didn't have to. We both knew the truth. It wasn't going to be long now.
»I want Gotham to be erased,« I admitted quietly.
»The city has brought me nothing but pain and torture. It's corrupt. I will help you, Bane. I will help you blow the city up,« I promised as I stared into his eyes, that were filled with nothing but pride.
Suddenly, I felt him put something in my hand and I looked down at it. My heart stopped, but then warmth spread all over me.
He trusted me to the point where his life basically lay in my hand. And when I looked back up at him again, I was completely speechless.
»You have proven yourself loyal... and finally trustworthy as well. Welcome to the League of Shadows,« he whispered and I felt how his pride became infectious to me.
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The police dared gather once more. In their last rebellion. As if they knew this was the day. The day of their destruction.
I watched them walk slowly, united, approaching the city hall, where Bane's lair was.
I stood at its entrance, behind Bane and with Barsad at my side. Mercenaries were all around us, guns in hands, ready to throw down. For the first time, I felt like I truly belonged. This was my calling. I was going to make sure that bomb goes off. Even if it means I'd die.
I was never coming back home anyway, so what was the point of living? Might as well make Gotham pay for what it did to me. For taking my life away from me.
Bane wore his usual attire, with the thick brown leather coat on top. The snowflakes were falling down on the city and everything seemed so quiet.
Bane's tanks were ready, aiming at the crowd that was getting closer by the minute.
»Open fire,« he ordered, with zero emotion in his voice.
He turned his back on the police and approached me as the first shots were heard.
But just then a strange vehicle intercepted the shots and flew higher. I had never seen anything like it before. It wasn't a helicopter, but it looked like a small spaceship. It was pitch black and the design seemed oddly familiar.
And then it hit me. Batman.
Bane reacted instantly and looked at the commotion.
The police cheered and started running at us, as Bane pushed me inside the city hall.
»Stay there,« he ordered me and I obeyed.
I watched him throw the coat off his shoulders and rage filled his gaze. He left me and went out, into the cold, ready to kill.
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Curiosity was killing me, but I had to stay away from the doors. I hid in the entrance hall, waiting. Judging by the voices outside, many had died and there was a proper chaos outside.
I wondered how Batman came back. I saw Bane break his spine in half like a twig. The man just didn't want to die.
And how I hated him. He represented everything that was wrong with Gotham. I despised him to my very core. He threw Joker off the roof. He was the reason why my Mr. J was locked away as we speak. He took everything away from me. So I was going to do the same. I was going to take Gotham from him. I was going to blow this city up.
A strange sound made me look up and glance at the door. I saw Bane and Batman, swinging at each other in fury. Batman got a lucky punch and hit Bane in the mask, almost breaking it. One of the little tubes got loose and Bane scrunched a bit, doing his best to tuck the tube back in place.
I remembered when I did that to him once. It was his only weak point. And last night, when we kissed, he could barely go without it for long. He needed that mask. And now Batman was trying to destroy it.
My hands balled up in fists as I became rage incarnated.
Bane went at him in fury, creating a hole in one of the stone columns outside.
Batman got another lucky punch and hit the mask at its most vulnerable place and both of them tumbled inside the entrance hall.
I scrunched lower and waited.
I could see Bane lose more and more of his willpower and energy, as pain consumed him. The mask was hissing louder and louder as Batman tried to break it apart. Bane was lying on the ground, beside a desk as Batman started yelling, all the while hitting the mask:
»Where's the trigger? Where is it?«
I felt like my heart was about to leap out of my chest. If he broke the mask I was going to kill him with my bare hands.
He grabbed Bane and lifted him so they were both leaning over the desk.
»You'd never give it to an ordinary citizen! Where is it?!«
Bane was slowly becoming unconscious, barely holding on. I felt my eyes well up at that, rage like no other consuming me from within.
»Where's the trigger?!« He yelled and punched him again, square on the mask.
I heard another tube sprain free and my eye twitched.
The hissing sound to me felt like someone was killing my eardrums, tearing them open with a rusty old nail. I couldn't stand it.
Bane fell to the ground, covered in blood that wasn't his, knuckles bruised from fighting. The pain was killing him. He looked paralyzed and my heart was breaking at the sight of him.
Batman forced him into a sitting position, clutching onto his vest, their faces only inches away.
»Tell me where the trigger is! Then... you have my permission to die!« He said in that annoying raspy voice.
»I broke you... How have you come back?« Bane asked.
»You think you're the only one who can learn the strength to escape? Where's the trigger? You never gave it to no ordinary-!«
I pushed the knife as deep as it could go in Batman's side, rendering him speechless at once.
He made a weird whiny sound and looked at me in disbelief. He didn't even notice me before. And now the pain that I caused him was making him short of breath.
»Though I'm not ordinary, nor a citizen...« I whispered and lifted the trigger up to his eye level, to make my point.
Bane gave it to me last night. You have proven yourself loyal... and finally trustworthy as well.
My finger ghosted over the red button on the trigger, and Batman tried to grab it, but I merely moved my hand back. I was holding the knife tightly with the other, my murderous gaze fixed on Batman. He was in so much pain that it didn't take much to control him easily.
»You... Why?« He rasped, completely out of breath, pain evident in his speech.
»Harley,« I corrected him.
Slowly, I moved my hand with the trigger over to Bane, and began pushing the tubes back in place.
»Why are you doing this? You're not like them,« he whispered, but I would listen.
»I am a member of the League of Shadows. And I will witness this city fall, one way or the other. I already told you this before, but this city took everything away from me. You never helped me. You could have prevented all of this. You could have saved me from becoming Harley Quinn. But you merely drove by, on that shiny motorcycle of yours. Never once glancing back. Not minding my pleas for help. You did this.«
»I... I didn't know...«
»Yes... yes, you did. Even in the interrogation room... You never helped.«
»These psychopaths... You can still get rid of them. I can help you,« he begged, but it merely made me smile.
»It's far too late for that.«
»It's never too late. Bane has committed too many crimes, you don't have to do the sa-.«
»His only crime is that he loves me,« I said and a tear fell from Bane's eye.
It made my heart throb.
»I could never forgive Joker and Bane for what they did to me. Until you came along. You made me see the truth. Gotham, with you at its peak, are far more spoiled and corrupt than both of them could ever be.«
Bane's eyes started getting their usual shine back and he visibly got better. He got back up to his feet and straightened his back, the raw power returning to him.
»They are trying to kill innocent people,« he rasped, while I turned my knife inside him.
»Innocent is a strong word to throw around Gotham."
»They brain-washed you,« he said as Bane began tying him.
»No, they merely forced me to see the truth. To see this world for what it truly is. Gotham is a disease. I'm just making sure it doesn't spread to the rest of the world.«
»Please,« he begged as I pressed down on the button.
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