It Could've Been Different
The truck that Talia was driving became a broken accordion as its bulky body bent in ways it wasn't designed.
Oil spurted from burst lines like a severed jugular vein.
The severed fuel line belched noxious diesel.
Talia squeezed her eyes shut as the ground rushed up to meet her, the windshield shattering into glistening chunks of glass.
The dust was filled with silt and flakes of destroyed asphalt as the engine burned.
Talia's eyelids fluttered, ash clinging to her dark fringe of eyelashes as Commissioner Gordon approached her in the wreckage.
"Fox showed me how to operate the reactor core, including the emergency flood, there is no way to stop this bomb. Prepare yourselves...my father's work is done."
The corners of Talia's full lips pulled into a small smile as she stared up into Gordon's helpless face before her eyes shut.
Talia was certain she was dying as her ears detected Bane's mechanical ventilations.
Her eyes cracked open, irritated from the heavy smoke in the air as Bane was suddenly in front of her, his breathing labored as he pulled what was left of the broken door off the truck.
Talia didn't know how Bane was there, didn't understand.
"How?" she croaked.
"Shhhh," Bane rasped in a broken melody as he pressed the pads of his fingertips to her lips. "The wealthy bat's plan failed; his pet cat is dead."
Talia's bruised heart swelled inside its battered chest cavity, her head spun as Bane's large hands moved with deftness and released her from the driver's seat, delicately extracting her until he could carry her to an idling out-of-service Gotham City Taxi Company cab.
Talia healed over time, Bane gave her his full attention as she regained her strength and health.
The certainty she was dying rattled Talia, made her feel the crushing weight of her own mortality, gave birth to thoughts that she struggled to give voice.
The air was cold when Talia approached Bane, pulling the cotton bathrobe tighter around herself.
"Will you do something for me my friend?" she asked, her dulcet tones velvet in the crisp night air.
Bane rose to his full height.
"Anything," he answered without question.
Talia's eyes never left his as her hands dropped to the tied bow of her robe's deep rose-toned belt.
"I don't want to leave this life without a legacy," she started as she began tugging the bow apart.
"I want you to provide me with a child, there's no one else I trust my friend."
Behind his mask, Bane's mouth went dry, he swallowed hard as Talia completely untied her belt, pulling open the robe to reveal her nudity under the cotton fabric.
Bane's cock couldn't deny the beauty of her naked body and curves of her supple flesh as she let the robe fall from her shoulders to pool at her bare feet.
His caramel orbs exploded with pyroclastic lust; bright amber flares flashed as his pupils rapidly dilated.
Bane's body answered before he could speak as he reached for her when she closed the distance between them.
His hands collided with her naked skin, his fingertips practically gave off sparks as he smoothed his hand down the front of her body and cupped her bare femininity.
Bane gripped her hip with his free hand and pulled her backwards with him, towards the chair he'd been sitting in when she sought him out.
He landed heavily on the thin cushion with the torn corner, pulling Talia onto his lap, her thighs falling to either side of his hips.
A mechanical groan slipped from the front of Bane's mask as he teased his fingertips through her pink silken folds, finding them slick with want.
He shifted until he could fumble a hand at the front of his pants, struggling to pull the zipper down and yank his rigid length free.
Bane slipped a finger inside her wet center and shallowly fucked Talia's tightness as she reach a hand down to stroke his thickness, growing near painfully hard with her touch.
His touch turned urgent as he abruptly slipped his finger free from her wetness, making her moan in disappointment as he gripped her hips, moving her until he could bob the rounded head of his sensitive cock against her tight opening.
"Give me a legacy," Talia whispered as she sank down Bane's thick shaft.
"Anything," Bane growled in a trio of strangled mechanical notes as he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her further down his rigid length.
They both ceased needing to speak and the only sounds were their combined breathing and their intimate flesh wetly kissing.
Bane's sticky seed that filled her upon his spine-tingling climax would quicken in her uterus, her body welcomed the start of life.
Her belly would swell with the new life and her favorite part of the day became the feeling of Bane's large hand smoothing a botanical oil on her expanding belly.
The labor would come on a moonlit night, the overhead light of the delivery room was blinding as she pushed her daughter into the world.
Talia's vision turned to a pinprick of blinding white light, she stared down between her feet in stirrups as Bane's face blurred as she surfed the edge of the event horizon between life and clinical death.
"It could've been different," he murmured in a morose melody.
Bane's mechanical cadences morphed into that of Commissioner James Gordon.
"Oh Miranda," Gordon whispered as he watched Talia's eyes move behind her closed lids as she bled to death in the cab of the truck.
Talia had been certain she was dying; her brain was just slow to catch up to her cardiac death.
Gordon pressed his fingertips against the absent pulse in her slim throat, her neurons gave a last final firing before she stopped living.
"Oh Miranda, your life could've been so different if you'd made better choices," Gordon whispered, saddened by the loss of the dynamic woman. He held her dead hand until the Gotham City Coroner arrived.