Chapter Fifteen: Test Results

As the stores became packed everywhere across the United States the closer to Thanksgiving it became, everyone's shopping list was eventually checked twice and shopping cart overflowing.

Selina and Bruce hosted a huge Thanksgiving Day charity fundraiser for the city of Gotham. Jenifer had bought a lot of groceries early and was glad she did with the sudden upheaval in sharing her bed, home, and life.

Bane didn't tell Livia a single detail but one day he stopped at a quaint two-bedroom home with an upgraded kitchen and hardwood floor.

Bane had signed them up for a local grocery store delivery service and everything she said she had needed was waiting for her in the pantry, fridge, and plastic-lined cupboards.

Thanksgiving passed for everyone in a completely different way than anyone was ever accustomed to and soon it was back to planning the hunt for the domestic terrorist and captive.

One particularly morning as Livia was pouring a second cup of rich French roast coffee and squinting at the crossword puzzle, Bane gave an audibly surprised tone.

"What is it?" she asked as he looked down at his phone.

Every day since he had been free from the hospital, he had messaged Barsad's burner phone.

He had sent hundreds of messages so far with nothing in response. He looked down that morning to finally see a reply.

Back in the heart of Gotham City, Jenifer had found the cheap phone in Barsad's off-pink patient belonging's bag and charged it to full power.

Barsad had limped to her dresser when he had heard it buzzing earlier that morning.

Barsad had been beside himself to hear from Bane, he knew after several established cypher codes that Bane was composing the messages.

Bane looked up as Livia scrambled from the kitchen chair and barely made it to the sink to vomit.

He leapt to his feet. "Are you okay?"

This was the second time she had vomited that week.

Livia nodded, "it's those stupid organic sausages, I thought they had a funny taste."

Bane nodded as he soaked a washcloth and wiped off her face and neck as he told her that Barsad was a trusted friend and solider and had a place that would provide a safe haven.

"In Gotham?" Livia shouted. "Are you serious? How is that safe?"

"Because," Bane murmured as he wiped her mouth clean and pressed his lips to her before he added. "Together we will clear up every last Batman Apologist."

In the same moment that Bane was telling Livia about Barsad, hours away in Gotham City, Barsad was telling Jenifer about Bane.

Jenifer interrupted him. "I remember him clearly; I had a lot of paperwork to fill out with him disappearing like that."

Barsad tried to give her a masculine disarming smile as he explained that he had offered her house as shelter from the storm.

Jenifer picked up the laundry basket and walked out of the room where Barsad was resting.

"Wait," Barsad called and hurried after her as fast as he could as she stomped to the laundry room and packed the machine with a load of cotton towels. She threw in an ocean-scented detergent pod and slammed the lid before turning and addressing Barsad.

Barsad saw the hurt and betrayal she tried to conceal. "I would've appreciated it if you would've asked me before you invited a cri…. criminal to my house," she stammered.

Barsad nodded as Jenifer turned her attention back to the GE washer and hit the cotton cycle.

He kept her from speaking coherently when he wrapped her up in her arms as she turned back towards him. In her work shoes, their lips were nearly the same level and he crushed his mouth to hers.

"Oh," Jenifer managed as Barsad ripped at her basically stitched cotton scrubs.

"Yes?" Barsad murmured as he urgently clawed her bra free.

"Yes," Jenifer gasped as she helped him free her pants and simple grey panties as he freed his hardening cock.

"I owe you everything," Barsad groaned as he slid inside her eager, wet opening.

Passion, gratitude, and lust engorged each of his thrusts. "Let me spend my life thanking you," he growled as he gripped Jenifer's hips and slammed himself into her, their intimate flesh sounding loudly as it wetly kissed.

Barsad fucked Jenifer with such enthusiasm that he forced her words to die before they could form.

As he felt his orgasm approaching too rapidly for his liking, Barsad abruptly pulled his hard cock dripping with her wetness free and roughly spun her around by the hips until he could push her over the front of the vibrating washing machine.

Jenifer gasped as he slipped the end of his hard cock tentatively at first against her rear opening and after feeling no resistance from her, plunged his entire length up her tight rear opening and rode her until his rhythm became near uneven and he gave a strangled shout as he filled her with his hot, sticky come.

As Jenifer and Barsad each caught their breaths, hours away in one direction, the hotel turned makeshift command center began up and running again like a smoothly oiled machine between Bruce, Selina, Blake, Nabokov, Logano and Gordon.

Everyone was involved in their own aspect of the investigation.

As Barsad slid his softened cock out of Jenifer and the two of them enjoyed a hot lavender scented bath together, hours in the other direction, Livia and Bane packed for the trip to be reunited with Barsad in the front lines of Gotham City.

Many hours passed as Jenifer and Barsad eventually made their way upstairs and got to know each other in a less rushed manner. As they shared their bodies and soft sounds, Bane navigated his new to him, stolen and hotwired tan SUV with a creamy beige interior to Gotham. Livia stared out the window and drummed her fingertips on her thighs.

"Are you sure it's safe to go back there?"

Bane nodded as he reached behind the seat and handed her a ball cap for the home team. "We'll be able to blend in, there is a free game for the recently rebuilt stadium and election rally for the new mayor."

"I don't even like the QB for our team," she said as she settled the hat on her lap.

"It'll help us blend in," he murmured and settled a hand on top of her thigh and squeezed gently.

Hours passed and Livia napped intermittently, while at the hotel turned command center, Logano scanned traffic surveillance footage for the previously stolen SUV's tracking.

As Bruce and Selina whispered with their foreheads nearly touching as they looked at the crime scene photos again, they continued to be certain that they were missing something critical.

As Gordon joined their scrutiny, Bane pulled the tan SUV to a stop in front of Jenifer's simple home. A bright green wreath with plastic baubles was hung on a short nail on the front door.

Bane knocked in a musical manner and after a few minutes the door opened. Barsad had his hand on the knob and Jenifer was tucked protectively close to his side.

"You're looking well brother," Bane said.

"As are you," Jenifer snickered and added. "Who's your friend?"

Bane smiled at Jenifer and closed his hand around Livia's.

"This is my fiancé Livia Anne James."

Livia swallowed hard and flushed as she shook Jenifer's and Barsad's hands.

The quartet continued to stare at each other until Jenifer corralled them all inside. "Please come in, I've got sparkling water, diet soda and vodka."

Livia opted for coffee as she slipped out of her coat and boots. Jenifer stared at her until she was uncomfortable as Bane went and unloaded their luggage from the SUV.

"What?" she asked nervously and nearly spilled her coffee as she tried to casually take a sip.

Neither Jenifer or Livia saw Bane backtrack for his keys and pause when he overheard the two women talking over their sweetened coffee.

"When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?" Livia asked.

"Tell me what?" Bane thought.

"That you're pregnant of course," Jenifer said and opened a cellophane wrapped tray of pastries.

"I'm not pregnant," Livia said shocked.

"Yes, you are, I'm sure of it," Jenifer said. "I think I have a test in the medicine cabinet," she added.

"Stop it," Livia said and waved her off. Jenifer shrugged and went to the living room to bring Barsad some coffee and a blueberry-filled pastry.

Livia didn't hear Bane until he was beside her and he closed his hand not unkindly around her upper arm. "Come here," he whispered urgently and practically dragged her down the hall to the bathroom.

"What is the matter with you?" she mumbled, hoping Jenifer and Barsad didn't hear them.

"Sit down," Bane demanded and pointed to the edge of the bathtub.

Livia dutifully sat and crossed her arms as Bane locked the door and rooted through the medicine cabinet for the early pregnancy test kit.

"You heard that?!" Livia practically squealed when he turned towards her and her eyes fell on the garishly pink box.

"I'm not pregnant," she insisted as he wordlessly held the box out towards her.

"Take it," he said with a casual tone but not extending an invitation for a refusal or bargaining,

"Fine," she said as she stood and waited for him to leave.

"Are you going to leave?"

"No."

"Can you at least turn around?"

"No."

Livia felt color fill her face as she squatted over the toilet and peed on the testing strip for five solid seconds before replacing the clear cap and setting it ion the edge of the sink.

Bane stared at his watch for the entire three-minutes of the testing time as she wiped herself off and adjusted her clothes.

She could only stare at his broad back as he remained wordless long after three minutes had to have passed.

Livia watched Bane palm the test in his large hand and pivot suddenly until he was on his knees in front of her.

She gasped as his tightened his arms around hers, his hands clawing at her hips and thighs as he wanted no space between them.

"I will take care of all of you," he murmured as he pushed her shirt up and pressed his lips to her flat belly. Bane's exhale made Livia shiver, "I will provide a safe world for you and our child."