Chapter Seventeen: Strong Coffee and Verbal Masturbation
The next seventy-two hours passed in a blur for everyone as deadly plans were outlined, targets globally positioned, and bullets and firearms inventoried.
In the heart of Gotham City, Jenifer woke up, able to sleep in during her holiday vacation as Livia stirred awake in Bane's arms down the hall.
Bane heard Livia's breathing shift as she began to stir, and he squeezed her tighter in his arms until he could physically shift her and tuck her back against him. She moaned her good mornings as he moved his hand down the front of her body and cupped a hand on her smooth belly, feeling his heart clench in his chest as he knew life was growing under his warm palm.
Livia gasped as Bane's hands turned suddenly urgent and he tugged her sleeping shorts down, anxiously teasing his fingertips along the wet folds of her intimacy. "Not with them down the hall, they'll hear," she whispered on fragmented moans.
"Then you'll need to not be too loud," he growled and pulled her onto her back until he could free his rapidly hardening cock and urge her thighs further apart.
Bane teased the head of his cock against her tight, wet opening as she lifted a hand and cupped his jaw.
"Please don't leave me and do whatever terrible things you're going to do."
He tried to control his breathing. "I'm not leaving for long," he murmured and plunged his rigidity deep into her pink, wet center. "I'm going to secure a safe future for you and our child," he groaned as he pushed her thighs further apart and watched his cock plunge into the epicenter of her femininity.
"Swear that you're coming back to me," Livia gasped as he moved his thumb in uneven circles around her sensitive clit until she was lifting her hips as he shoved himself deep inside her.
As Bane buried his face in her neck and groaned against her flushed skin as he came in several hot spurts inside her, down the hall, Jenifer helped Barsad climb to his feet.
As he brushed his teeth, she leaned against the door jamb and watched him.
"What's on your mind?" Barsad finally asked as Jenifer's brow pulled into a frown.
"What exactly are you two planning to put into action? Do I need to worry about Livia being here?"
Barsad rinsed his mouth and shook his head as he limped towards her. "I'm going to assist remotely, I put him in touch with some other men who will be hands-on. You're safe here, so is she."
Jenifer crossed her arms and assessed Barsad's words. She finally nodded and reached out and wiped away a speck of peppermint toothpaste that clung to the corner of his lip.
"How do you want your eggs?" she asked as she pulled on a GU hoodie and made her way down the stairs.
"Over easy," he called to her departing form and turned back to his reflection.
"You need to keep them safe," he ordered his image, his hair all akimbo from tossing and turning.
As Barsad dampened his hair and smoothed it down, hours away, Bruce and his fellow vigilante compatriots all crowded around the computer screen that Logano had zoomed in on a shitty cabin not too far away that Bruce believed Bane was holed up in.
Bruce didn't tell anyone how he had come to know about this ramshackle cabin, but a little bird had called him from a blocked number and claimed to be a former follower of Bane that had awoken to the truth. The caller had stroked Bruce's ego over the phone, and he could've loudly cum in his bat shorts as the caller told him how they had direct knowledge of where the criminal Bane was hiding out and planning an uprising.
Bruce's ego was always the loudest voice in his head, and he had no idea that he was talking to Barsad through a voice scrambler. Barsad had called as Bane sat across from him nursing a strong cup of coffee.
There was a resident inside the cabin as the heat signature detected and displayed on the screen in front of Bruce and pals but it belonged to some off the grid, conspiracy theorist who was more the fraternal twin of the Unabomber than a follower of the Liberator of Gotham and the dead she-bitch Talia who was going to rise like a savior from the slopes of the Himalayas.
Logano typed a long alpha-numeric chain of characters into a drone feed and the tiny HD camera zoomed in to the blacked-out windows.
As Bruce and pals loaded up a couple industrial vehicles with enough firepower to equate the explosive energy expended at Chernobyl, hours away Bane loaded up a borrowed SUV with his own cache of firearms and pair of phosphorus grenades purchased in the Sandbox.
Livia bundled up in a few layers and stood outside as she wordlessly observed Bane pack the heavy vehicle.
Jenifer looked out the large bay window and watched Livia while she watched Bane. She felt a rush of concern for Livia and smiled as she saw her cradling her nonexistent belly.
Barsad limped into the living room and settled heavily into the plush recliner he was beginning to grow quite fond of with hours of game shows in the afternoon.
"You're not going to be in any danger, and he will come back for her," Barsad said to her back before she turned away from the window.
"You say that with complete confidence."
"I do," Barsad murmured, still discovering Bane's endless capacity to fight his way free from whatever threatened to hold him. He knew his body had been broken over and over, but that Bane would split every inhabitant on the face of the globe from stem to stern and truss them up like venison before he allowed harm to come to Livia or their unborn child.
"He is more than any common man," Barsad added before Bane and Livia returned inside from the chilly morning air.
Jenifer handed Bane a small leather satchel.
She spoke before he could ask about the contents. "Some supplies should you need to be your own field medic," she murmured.
Bane nodded his thanks and conferred with Barsad briefly before taking Livia by the hand and leading her outside so they would have a semblance of privacy.
Bane pulled her cold hands to his mouth and pressed his lips to her fingertips before he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms suffocatingly tight around her. "I swear I'll return to your side," he murmured and pawed away the layers of clothes hiding the supple flesh of her belly from his view.
"I swear," he whispered as he pressed his lips to the soft skin under her belly button.
Livia settled her hands on the tops of his strong shoulders as he held on to her wordlessly for a few moments.
He rose to his feet and found her lips, kissing her until she was breathless and then forcing himself to turn from her and practically stomp to the SUV.
Livia watched the vehicle recede until it was long gone from view. Jenifer eventually opened the door and urged her to come back and inside to warm up.
Jenifer made Livia a cup of lemon-hibiscus tea and offered her a mild tranquilizer that would help her relax and not harm the fetus.
As Livia sipped her tea and sat and stared out the bay window, hoping Bane would slam on the brakes and pull a U-turn and return to Jenifer's driveway, the flying rodent and his kitty cat friend loaded into one vehicle with Gordon and Blake and the others in the darker of the two industrial vehicles.
As Bane traveled at a swift pace back to the hotel room that Bruce and pals had turned into a command center, Barsad started up his program that he had used to breach the city's traffic surveillance firewall system and started up one of a few drones he had active in the airspace.
Jenifer convinced Livia to stop staring out the window and asked her to come upstairs and look at baby stuff online.
As Jenifer and Livia looked at a few sites hosting popular shopping deals with the holiday upon them, downstairs, Barsad's lips pulled into a smile as he used a remote drone to track the child bat and declawed kitten traveled to the off the grid shack.
He sent a character-free message to Bane that would just chime to let him know that the children had left their tree house and were going to go engage in war games with water guns against a real soldier.
Barsad sent another set of blank messages to several soldiers of fortune that now worked for whoever paid the highest.
The trio of war hardened men, each dead-eyed with a thousand-yard stare that could melt the frozen tundra converged on the temporarily empty hotel command center and set out several square blocks of pasty white C4 and untangled yellow and black wires that they attached firmly to a several detonators.
The men worked silently and efficiently, in and out of the room as quietly as they had descended as Bruce and Selina led the way to the shack that held no one of danger, prominence or remote importance.
The whole squad of vigilantes surrounded the shack and kicked in the splintery door and busted out the blacked-out windows.
Blake tossed a flash grenade in the tiny room and gave a victory cry when a low painful bellow sounded from inside.
Bruce pulled the trigger on an elaborate titanium device that was phallic in nature and a net contraption shot out and cloaked who he thought was Bane waving his arms around blindly in the smoke-filled room.
Bruce and Blake yanked on the other end of the cord and yanked out the netted fresh catch of the day.
"Who the fuck are you?" Blake shouted and grabbed the middle-aged, high school dropout off the ground and shook him until he nearly pissed himself in fear.
Bruce pulled Blake off the man as he tried to make order of what was unfolding in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked the shaking man.
"Bob, Robert… Fitzgerald, sir," the man stammered.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's my right to be here," Bob said defensively and tried to stand up straighter.
Bruce shook his head as Selina ran Bob's name and location through the defense system's database and confirmed a Robert Joseph Fitzgerald who had a mental breakdown after the housing market crashed, a former hedge fund executive who abandoned money and embraced conspiracy as a life source.
Barsad watched from the drone's recording eyes as the juvenile bat with his half-dropped balls and entourage threatened Robert Fitzgerald into silence and left his already shitty shed in a further dilapidated state.
They tore back to the hotel room turned command center as the paid militant's took their planned spots in the trees and on the rooftop.
Bane was still en route, pressing the accelerator as far as it would go to the floor as he closed the distance between himself and securing a safe future for Livia and their unborn child.
"Your pathetic lives will be over soon, you've suckled at the teats of decadence and been sheltered longer than deserved," Bane murmured and urged the large engine to suck up more gas and rapidly devour the miles between himself and liberation.