Title: Permission

Author: ElleKnowsNot

Fandom: The Dark Knight Rises

Pairing: Bane/Ella

Rating: M, for language and sexual situations

Summary: Ella discovers the new identity of her savior.

Author's note: Talk about satisfying the urge!

Author's note#2: I need a goddamn cigarette.

When she wakes, she is nestled snugly in luxurious all-white plush bedding. Her head is swimming as she raises up in bed, but shortly she realizes she is not in Wayne Manor. Her hand goes to her head and she sees she isn't wearing her coat or sweater she left the mansion in. She is now clad in a large white button-up dress shirt, but she still is wearing her own underwear. She's so busy paying attention to herself that she is startled when she hears a sigh at the doorway.

Ella pulls the covers back over her body quickly. "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" She asks sheepishly.

The figure in the doorway is smoking a cigarette and stubs it out on the ashtray near the door. She realizes she is wearing the white shirt he wore earlier, he is only wearing a white tank top that hugs his muscular chest and black slacks. His eyes rake over her slowly, assessing her fear towards him. She watches as his grey eyes glisten in the low light of the room.

"You don't recognize me, child?" His eyes find their way to hers and he dips his head forward.

"I've never seen you in my life. Except when you fought off those low-life scumbags. Should I know you?" She mentally kicks herself for even venturing out into Gotham instead of staying in the mansion.

"Not like this, you wouldn't recognize me. You've never heard my voice like this, I'm sure." She noted how beautiful his accent was, a mixture of British and maybe a slight Spanish influence. "And no doubt you have never looked upon my face as you are doing so now. You are most familiar with me when I am wearing this…" He trails off and goes into the closet in the room, grabbing a large metal crate and laying it on the bed in front of her. "Open it." He says, moving back to where he stood at the doorframe, leaning against it facing the doorframe on the other side.

Ella leans up and climbs out of the covers and kneels in front of the case, opening it. Her eyes fall upon a metal and canvas mask, dust is forming on its shell but she remembers it easily. "Bane…" She sobs his name and runs a hand over the mask.

"You are not crawling away in fear as I thought you would." He says, still choosing not to look at her.

"I've thought of you everyday since I last saw you, wondering how you would react towards me. How I would feel seeing you again if…" She trails off, closing the case.

"And how do you feel?" He asked, his eyes cast downwards, no doubt ready for her to run past him into the cold night to get away.

She rose up out of the bed and padded softly to him, her bare feet cold on the wood floor. She stopped when she stood in front of him. He made sure his eyes never looked upon her. "I'm the reason you died. You've killed so many people, but why do I feel like you're the only one who is feeling fear at the moment?" She studied his facial features. Beautifully tanned skin, those grey eyes she remembers, a strong sturdy nose, and luscious full pink lips.

She couldn't stop herself from leaning up on her tip-toes and pressing two fingers to his bottom lip as he sighs and closes his eyes. "I haven't told you how I feel," She whispers, letting her hand fall from his face. He turns to her, anguish in his eyes at what she would say, but he silently urged her to speak.

She steps back from him until her back hits the doorjamb. She looks downward before she speaks. "I feel…that I don't know exactly what to feel. I need to know how you are standing in front of me now. I killed you, I heard your last breath escape from you. I sobbed over your dead body apologizing to you over and over until John had to rip me away from you kicking and screaming. He knew how I felt about you, as he probably still knows." She trails off and wipes at her eyes to quell the tear that threatened to fall.

"So you are still with Detective Blake then?" He asks, not looking at her.

"Yes, I am still with John." She says, not mentioning his leaving the force. "Answer my question. How are you here?"

"After I was taken to the morgue, my corpse was stolen and taken to Ra's al Ghul, my mentor. He brought me back to life using his Lazarus Pit. I was operated on to remove scars on my face and back, also removing the need to wear the mask. I was sent here to correct my mistakes of the past. But I have grown accustomed to the simple life of an ordinary citizen. To everyone else, I am Thomas Hindley: Investment Banker. I don't even consider myself to be Bane anymore. I haven't looked upon my mask in months." He says, digging his hands into his pockets.

"Thomas Hindley…not exactly as menacing as Bane. But I guess public-wise it sounds much better. Do I call you Tom? Or should I stick with Bane?" She asked, a small smirk lighting up her face.

His eyes connected with hers and he gave a small chuckle. "I prefer Tom actually. But I will let you decide what you wish to call me."

"I feel…regret. Pain. And the urge to touch you again…to make sure you're real." She takes a tentative step forward off the wall and watches him move unsurely. She walks closer to him until she is almost flush against him. She raises a hand to his face, touching her fingertips to his cheek and she can hear as his breath catches in his throat.

"I remember I used to fantasize about what you would look like without the mask and I have to be honest…I didn't think you would be this handsome. You're beautiful, Tom." She turns his face to hers and kisses his cheek and along his jaw until her lips ghosted over his, gently brushing them.

He keeps his eyes closed, afraid that if he opens them he will wake up and this will all have been a dream. He parts his lips slightly and her breath enters his mouth and he pulls her even closer to him, crushing his lips against hers. He moans into her mouth and she leans up on her tip-toes to wrap her arms around his neck and grip the back of his head. He pulls away slowly and smiles at her with wide blown pupils.

"I have wanted to do that since I first took off my mask. I haven't kissed a woman in so long. And your lips are so full and delicious-looking…I couldn't help myself." He chuckles lightly and slides a hand underneath the shirt she is wearing touching at the small of her back.

"No complaints here." She says, staring at his lips like a hungry lion eyeing a gazelle grazing on the Sahara.

"There's something I've wanted to do since I met you that night in the sewers. I need your permission to do so. I don't want to make that decision for you or pressure you." His eyes turn serious as he leans down to pick Ella up and lay her on her back on the bed, moving between her legs to stroke her bare thighs.

"You have my permission." She says breathlessly.

"I haven't even told you what I wanted to do yet." He laughs inwardly.

"I'm not exactly in the position to say no at this moment. Not when I'm this aroused anyway." She leans up and strokes his firm biceps before starting to unbutton her shirt and toss it behind her. He gently pushes her to lay on her back again and grabs her by the ankles and slides her to the edge of the bed where he kneels down on the wood floor. His hands move up her legs and rest over her panties and gently tugs on them and removes them.

He opens her legs wide and her bare hairless skin glistens with her arousal, her scent overpowering his senses. He kisses her thighs teasingly before leaning down to lap at the outpouring of her essence. He cleaned up every last drop before expertly circling his tongue around her center, reveling in the sound of her squeals. He kissed and sucked her there before inserting one finger into her warmth and massaging the bundle of nerves inside her. He added another then began to suck even harder and soon she was riding out her orgasm and he swallowed everything she gave him.

He stood up licking and cleaning his fingers as she continued to shake and tremble. He looked like the cat that ate the canary and he thoroughly enjoyed watching her come down from her orgasm as he palmed himself through his slacks.

"I want you inside me. I need you…right now." She spoke, regaining her grasp on control. It was all he needed to hear before he peeled off his tank and got rid of his pants and underwear. She marveled at his body…finally able to see him completely naked. As he climbed back on the bed over her, she gripped his monstrous firm erection in one small hand stroking him tightly and she heard him hiss in the back of his throat.

He looked down at her. "I won't last long if you continue with that, you know." She let go of him like she had just mistakenly touched fire. He pulled her thighs up to straddle his, positioning himself at her entrance and hesitating a moment before she started to squirm with impatience. He plunged in hard and deep until his entire length was sheathed inside her. She moaned out as she tried to adjust to the sheer size of him.

He shuddered at her tight wet heat and couldn't hold back very long until he began truly fucking her. He moaned her name as she moaned his pseudonym. He pushed himself to remain hard until she came again and he leaned down into her wrapping his arms around her and fucked her slow and gentle until he succumbed to his own orgasm and filled her with hot essence while his body trembled. She rubbed his back while he came down and he leaned up and captured her lips again.

He pulled out of her and leaned up, picking up Ella and moving her into the bathroom for a quick shower. He got in after her and dressed in simple grey sweat pants and the tank he took off earlier. He slipped his feet into a pair of grey and black Adidas and watched Ella as she finger-combed through her hair and got dressed.

"I don't want to leave." She suddenly said. "I feel like if I leave I might never see you again." She sits down putting on her boots before running a hand over her face.

He walks over to his briefcase and digs around inside and pulls out a small card that he hands to her. She flips it over in her hand and reads it. 'Thomas Hindley, Gotham Stock Exchange' is printed out in large bold lettering along with his contact information.

"Anytime of day, whatever you need…I don't care what it is. You call me." He grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts her head upward. "You have to go back, wouldn't want the cavalry coming out to search for you, would you?" He smiled, and she inwardly thought of John and Bruce scouring the city as Nightwing and Batman and suddenly sobered up and grabbed her belongings.

He drove her back to the docks and made sure she had all of her equipment before opening her door for her and closing it smiling at her as she rolled the window down. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" He says, leaning one arm on the car door.

"Yeah. I better get going." She smiles and nods but still doesn't turn on the car. She turns to him and smirks. He smirks back before stepping away from the car and she turns it on and drives off. He doesn't step away to his car until she is safely out of sight.