A Heavenly Nightmare
Bane x OC
Chapter 1: Survivor
The blast of the Batpod's cannon shattered his already weary body, flying him backwards as he slid away from his adversaries. Taking in his last few ragged breaths through his wheezing, fractured mask, he reflected on how he got to the end of his life...
34 years ago...
The cry of a newborn echoed the cylindrical earthly prison. A man grimaced as he knew the babe would most likely die. As he sat in his seclusion, he heard the slow rise of the chant.
Deshi...Deshi...Basarah, Basarah...
Someone was attempting to climb again. He waited. The scream of a man falling and the snap of the rope as the challenger failed. The chanting stopped and the man went on about his way.
A few days passed without another challenge. They saw the crate come down with food—and surprisingly—formula. And as if on cue, the infant screams arose out of the cages.
So the child is alive. Intrigue overruled his actions as he tread down to the supply crate. Men fought like piranhas at the food, but he muscled his way in easily for abnormal supplements: the formula and some water, some food. Grabbing what he wanted, he made his way down into the lower sections of the caverns, following the soft echos of the infant. As he came upon the cell, the woman froze, shielding her baby.
Silently, he set the supplies she needed down at the entrance, raised his hands, and stepped away.
This carried on for a few years. Him bringing supplies to the nameless mother and child. Him keeping a watchful eye on the pair. It was known there were animals in this hell, and they were easy targets. When the child got curious and wandered the hole, the man was never far away.
A mass riot had broken out. The cause was unknown but it was an all out bloodshed. He heard feminine screams of the mother that quickly turned to chokes and gurgles. A pained jolt hit his chest but he searched with last hope for the child. Finding her fending off a prisoner, his rage came forth like a beast as he grabbed the man and slammed his face into the stone wall over and over until the child told him to stop. Letting the body slide, he knew what he had to do. He picked up the child, and carried her to the only place he knew she'd be safe: the wall.
He set her up on the ledge and urged her to climb before he was overtaken by prisoners. As the child looked down upon him, his wrap was ripped off of his face. He muttered the first—and last—words he ever said to her: "Goodbye."
He was dancing in the fade between life and death when the doctor prisoner found him. Taking him to his cell, he was bandaged and cared for as best as he could. When he was able to speak, he muttered one word: "Child."
The doctor did not know nor could he tell the man what the fate the child had endured. To the man, it was as good as failure. The rage of the loss of the child boiled inside him, fueling his healing. And one day, when he was able to stand, he found a prisoner, and unleashed his savagery upon the unsuspecting victim. When others tried to stop him, the man turned on them as well. It was after no one stepped up for a challenge did he silently stumbled back to his own dwelling.
What seemed like centuries had passed. His rage lingered. Something was happening but he couldn't be bothered. When a man came to him, he glanced up. He wore black leather and Kevlar armor. But it was something in the face of this man was familiar.
"You are the man that saved my daughter...?" The man grimaced in confusion then his eyes went wide. The child survived, yet again.
He had not failed after all.