A/N:Uhhhhh

hello?

It's only been like...a year?

This story has been in the back of mind for ages, and today i actually managed to write something! Go figure.

I've started a new account on here where am i actually actively writing if anyone cares? But it's a stranger things fic so...motifscarf is the new username.

But thank you to everyone who ever cared about this story. Alice was my first OC who i truly cared about, and if it takes me ten years i'm determined to finish...so...on with the show.

TW: Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut.

The smell of blood seemed to linger as Bane pressed his back against the pillar, the man at his feet screaming as he twisted his arm.

Bane had given them freedom, able to cause as much chaos in Gotham as they desired, but they were still trapped, still imprisoned in their own little hells, and they blamed him for it.

Now they were turning against him.

They were attempting to take control of the library where his men had established their base in the centre of the city. The man at his feet had screamed Jokers name as he ran up the steps brandishing the knife. It had taken Bane a swift kick to knock the crazed man to his feet, and he could see the Arkham Asylum uniform underneath the man overalls.

The Joker had taken control of Arkham in very little time, and large parts of the city where the freed prisoners had congregated. Once on Bane's side they now turned to the Joker who promised them the freedom from the island of Gotham. They were all fools to think a man like the Joker could give them the liberty they so desperately craved.

They were going to die before the bomb went off, and probably at the hands of that deranged clown.

"Sir, I've spotted the last of them. Armed."

He hears the voice from behind him and with a harsh snap the screaming stops.

He wets his lips as he breathes deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he steadies himself. He could still taste her on his mouth.

"Location."

"North – West. Two."

"I'll take care of them." He says as he stands up and clicks his back. He was ready.

"But sir – " A shot rings out and blood starts to seep from the enforcers neck. He drops to the floor gargling on his own blood. He should never have come out from behind the cover.

Bane's already moving towards the edge of the staircase, standing behind the pillar where he spots the glint of the scope from one of the cars. Not the direct approach then, the bullets would tear through him like tissue paper. He's recovered from them before, but it takes too much time.

He surveys, finding his approach.

From the left. The Alleyway. He can come up from behind. If they have Snipers riffles, they wouldn't be able to use the guns at close range even if they did spot him.

He ducks behind the cars, his large frame surprisingly agile as he evades their gaze and makes his way up towards the alleyway. He spots them ahead, the two men ducked behind the cars, the sniper rifles resting on the broken door of the burnt-out car.

He treads careful footsteps through the snow. Bane can hear their low words as he stalks up behind them, and as he centres between the two men, he silently reaches both arms around their necks, his hand clasping over their mouths and nose as he grips them in his hold. They start to struggle as he presses down harder, hearing them gasping for air. He could end their suffering quickly, but he enjoys watching them claw against him as he lifts them up, suspending them in the air. As their feet drag against the ground, kick against him, he smiles silently. He pulls both arms back and hears the snaps, their lifeless bodies drop to the ground.

Far too easy.

He gives the signal to his men on the library steps and they start to disperse, searching for any stragglers.

If the Joker thought he was going to win this round, he was sadly mistaken.

Bane sat in the offices, wrapping up the wounds on his arm from a stray bullet that had grazed his skin,

He looks down at the sloppy job he's done of the bandage knowing Alice wouldn't be impressed. He thinks about how she cleans every cut with gentle care, washing every wound, applying the antiseptic. He can't taste her anymore as he wets his lips.

He wanted to be with her now. In bed with her close. He wanted to hear his name escape her lips in absolute ecstasy while he was the one that made her body tremble. He had never wanted that before. Nobody had wanted him like she had.

"Sir." Bane's eyes flicker up to Basard. "You have a visitor."

As soon as Talia moves through the doorway, he feels his chest tighten at the sight of her. Bane hadn't seen her since the Courthouse, and as far as he was aware, she thought Alice was dead.

He intended on keeping it that way.

Basard looks between the two and with a nod from Bane leaves the two alone in the room. The silence is suffocating as she removes her hood.

"How are you my dearest friend."

Attempting to play on his sentimentalities she knew that at one point he only held for her.

Once. Not anymore.

"You keep putting yourself in danger Talia. You shouldn't be here."

"But I have news – "

"And I have a clown to deal with, or did you not see the pile of bodies outside in the courtyard."

He's not sure he's ever spoken to her like this, like he was talking to a subordinate and not as she so kindly put it, his dearest friend.

"I saw. But this is important. They've brought men into the city, someone called Captain Jones. He's working with Gordan. And they are aware the bomb is Nuclear."

Bane tightens the strap on his wrist, not raising his eyes to her. "I will take care of it."

She nods silently, eyes fixed on him. "You cannot still be angry about…her."

Bane looks up then. Eyes meeting hers. He wants to move over and snap her neck. He wants to make her suffer just like she did to Alice. "As I said, I will take care of it."

But not right now, he needed to return to her. He wanted to taste her again.

He waits until it's safe to leave the courthouse, under the cover of night. He's never followed. He would know.

She's already asleep when he enters the apartment. Bane undresses himself to nothing, removing his mask before he slips into the bed. She stirs ever so slightly but settles back down into her sleep.

"Alice?" He hums as brushes the hair from her face. She doesn't move. He leans down this time and places a gentle kiss against her exposed neck, something he's not quite sure he's ever done before. She stirs a little then and he brushes his lips against her skin. Bane hears the gentle murmur as her eyes flicker open to meet his, and he kisses her before she can say anything.

He feels the hungry need in it.

"I need to taste you again, little one." He murmurs against her lips. Once he would be disturbed to say such a thing to her, but now it comes oh so easily.

She smiles gently, the teeth graze against her bottom lip. "I've been waiting for you all day."

He feels his cock ache as he pulls the covers away, her skin now exposed to the cold night air. He moves over her, moving the top up over her skin. She's not wearing underwear, already waiting for him. He can practically smell her arousal as he pulls the cloth over her head. Her nipples harden as the cold air hits them.

Bane's not sure he's ever seen something so exquisite in his life.

He moves up now, brushing his cock between her legs, his lips heavy against hers as she moans into his mouth.

"Rough, or soft , little one?"

He feels her breath stop as she gazes up at him. "Rough. Please." She almost begs.

His mouth moves against her neck, hard hands on her breasts. She bucks her body slightly against his, almost aching as he takes a breast into his mouth, he runs teeth against her skin.

The pad of his thumb grazes against her clit and her back arches. "Have you been waiting for this? Since I left?"

"Ye – Yes." She breaks. He moves the thumb down between her folds as he mouth covers her nipple. He switches his thumb to his finger, pushing one slowly into her.

"I thought this was meant to be rough." She breathes out.

"It will be." He replies, pushing two fingers inside her and she groans achingly. "Always so impatient little one." He can feel her slickness over his fingers, but now he wants it over his tongue.

He had overhead the conversations of his men. What they did with the local prostitutes and whores in bars., listening in great details as one had openly described how they had made her ride his face until she come, talking about good she had tasted.

Bane hadn't thought much of it except how weak they were.

Then he had experience it for himself.

She had tasted like opium, and all day he had thought of nothing else than moving his tongue between her folds, licking her up as she writhed underneath him. His name on her lips as she rode his mouth to ecstasy.

He presses a hard kiss too her cunt, tasting it again. His cock aches in exquisite pleasure.

"Bane - please – "

He slowly laps at her, his rough hands spreading her thighs as she willingly opens them for him. He suckles on the soft pink bundle of nerves, and she achingly grinds her hips against his face.

Bane had often heard his men talk about the high they felt, but this must have been what they were talking about.

He's now learnt it takes more than this to make her hit the ecstasy he so desperately wanted her to feel. Bane squeezes her thighs as he continues the assault on her cunt. Her hips start to rock again his face, following the rhythm of his tongue as he slips it inside her and she practically lets out a sob as her fingers clench at the sheets beneath them.

He continues to eat her out like a starved man, feeling himself painfully ache with need. He wants to fuck again. He wants to slip his cock inside her, but he wants her to reach her orgasm first, he had a wild fascination with that.

Bane opens his eyes for a second, looking to her, their eyes locking. That seems to spill her over the edge, shattered moans filling the room as he moves his tongue to her clit once more, her thighs trembling as she does so.

"Bane – "

His name sounds like a prayer on her lips as he climbs up over her, his cock aching as her slides it against her as she shivers again.

"Too much – " She breathes. He kisses her, sucking on her bottom lip, making sure that she can taste herself.

Bane wants to share the drug that is her.

"You said rough little one, have you changed your mind?"

Her breathe hitches, she shakes her head no. Bane thrusts himself inside her with a hard groan.

He left soon after, her asleep, completely spent, Bane's seed leaking between her thighs.

The library is on fire. He had to go.

He watches as they battle the thick flames but he's not focussed. He's thinking about how he pounded into her, hand around her throat, her hands around his forearm as she came undone beneath him once again. How she tightened around him. Begged him to come inside her.

Begged him to make her come again.

He had moved his hips faster, rougher. Held her tighter. When he left he noticed the bruises on her neck where he held her a little too hard, a pang of guilt in his chest.

Talis was right, she was a distraction.

A distraction he would kill for. Die for if necessary.

His eyes flicker up to look at the flames licking the night sky.

He was meant to be concentrating.

Why did the Joker do this.

He didn't care about the library. The Courthouse? That wasn't his style. He wanted to destroy his enemy's souls, target their weaknesses.

It pulls at his soul as he stares at fire. The Joker was causing a distraction so he could get to Bane's weakness.

"Barsard, with me, now."

The mercenary pushes himself up from the wall and follows him towards the armoured cars. "Has anyone tended to Alice." Bane asks as he climbs into the passenger's seat.

"I sent O'Brian to take the supply's as you asked while the others battles the fire."

"And he's returned?"

Bane already knew the answer, and his enforcer is suddenly deafly quiet as he looks back towards the building. "No sir. He's not."

"Drive."

The devastation was already apparent as they pulled up outside of the apartment complex. The bodies of the two guards were discarded on the sidewalk, the blood now frozen to the ground.

He pulls the blade from the tactical sheath on his thigh. If anyone was there, he was going to slit their throats.

There's part of him that's terrified to go up there.

They both run up the stairs to the floor, and the door of the apartment is wide open, he spots the body lying in the doorway. Basard moves first, gun aimed as he steps towards the corpse on the floor.

"It's O'Brian sir."

Bane steps over the body and into the ransacked apartment. The blood from O'Brian's headshot wound is splattered across the floor. The room is turned over, the drapes torn, ornaments smash across the floor. He moves into the bedroom to see it overturned too, all her things still there, scattered around the place.

Then the smell of smoke hits him, coming from the back room.

The papers are scattered across the floor completely charred.

Alice was trying to protect him.

And now she was gone.