AN: I'm sorry its been a little while, I apologize. School had been crazy for me since the term is almost over, in fact finals are this week, so my next chapter should be coming sooner since its pretty much summer for me. Thanks for all the reviews, enjoy the chapter.

"I'm feelin' like I keep on talking. I'm repeating myself, my words lost all meaning." -The Downtown Fiction

Chapter Eight

Hadeel woke with a start, shivering as if she were in a blizzard of some sort she looked around at the surrounding sewer. Bodies still plagued her dreams and made her cry even in her nightmares, leaving behind dried streaks of tears on her cheeks and on the sheets. Clutching the blankets with a trembling hand Hadeel let out a choked sob before she quieted herself; if Bane heard her, would he come to see what was wrong?

Shuffling through her thoughts Hadeel remembered the sting of betrayal that accompanied thoughts of Bane; she'd forgotten that he'd only gotten close to her so he could kidnap her. Or perhaps that wasn't the case, but all she knew was that it hurt, and even though she had more or less forgotten the feeling the day before it still lingered within her heart. Like a bitter cough that refused to leave the body it was poisoning her mind and her emotions, it reminded her of what she wanted to forget.

Feeling vulnerable at her own thoughts Hadeel pulled the sheets tighter before closing her eyes and willing herself to sleep again, wanting to rid her mind of thoughts about Bane, and praying that she wouldn't have another nightmare.

Of course praying and hoping don't always work, for as Hadeel began to fall into a deeper sleep her mind went to work against her. All of a sudden she was in a cage, grasping at the bars in front of her she gazed out into the smoldering peach colored sky, glancing in all direction to look for a way out. The bars in front of her seemed to get larger and warp slightly around her fingertips, making her jerk her hands away from it quickly she took a step backwards. Turning sharply to glance behind her she looked back towards the bars to see that they were twisting and contorting into the form of a man she did not know.

Suddenly he reached out for her, a sickening smile spreading inhumanly across his face, Hadeel backed away from him until she saw the bars on the other side of the cage pass her by.

"Won't you sing for me little Songbird?" Hadeel thought his voice sounded like twisted metal. A screeching sound that made her cringe and pull even farther away from him. A sudden heart wrenching feeling gripped onto her heart when she felt her feet fall through the floor as she stepped past the bottom of the cage and into open air.

For a few seconds she fell before she grabbed onto the bars and saw the bottom of the cage. The disgustingly peach colored sky looked over her and surrounded her like a small room would suffocate a claustrophobic individual. The color made her feel sick and she looked quickly to the cage above her to see that the man was taking slow steps towards her side of the cage now. Each foot step he took sounded like the soft thump of what she remembered as bodies hitting the floor with a sickening thud that seemed to resonate in her ears.

"Sing!" Hadeel heard the man yell at her with his screaming metal voice before she let herself fall away from the cage.

Looking towards the ground Hadeel felt her stomach and throat get tight with fear and the itch to cry, closing her eyes tightly she tried her best to wake from the dream. That somehow she could escape it before she saw the ending and what would happen to her. Glancing to the side of her Hadeel almost cried out in fright when she saw someone else falling to the ground with her, looking closer she saw that there were more people on every side of her. She was curious until she figured out that these were the bodies that always fell in her dreams, and now she had turned into one. When she hit the ground, she would make the same sickening thump as all the other dead bodies that hit the ground and remained motionless.

Turning sharply back towards the ground Hadeel's eyes widened slightly before she hit the ground, the noise echoed in her ears as she woke with a gasp and a small jump. Snapping her eyes open she was met with the same surrounding scenery of the sewers that she had seen for the past two days. Normally she would frown and wish she was at home, but for now it was a relief next to the dream world that she had just left. So she smiled faintly and let another slow sob escape her lips, burying her face in her hands she didn't even notice that there was someone sitting on the bed until he spoke.

"A nightmare?" Bane asked shortly. Hadeel jumped slightly and jerked her face towards him suddenly, looking at him with a slightly pained expression before casting her eyes away from him.

Why was he here? Had he been watching her toss and turn, listening to her wake every few hours? Hadeel nodded numbly, not trusting her voice at the moment, if she started talking now there was no guarantee that she could keep that voice stable and unwavering.

"Will you tell me about it?" He pushed her further, hoping to hear her voice.

Hadeel merely shook her head making Bane sigh at the girl. She was clearly shaken by whatever she had just dreamed about; there was still a tremble in her form that she was trying hard to get rid of. The way she glanced at him showed that she was slightly uncomfortable that he was here at the moment, but there was a reason that Bane had come up here. He'd noticed that Hadeel spoke more easily to Barsad than she did to him, and perhaps he was slightly jealous of that, or maybe angry is the correct word. She was his Songbird, she should talk to him.

Shifting his weight around Bane moved a little more towards Hadeel, close enough that he could touch her if he reached out. Hadeel moved her head up slowly to watch him move towards her, cautious of the fact that she really didn't want him to be there right now.

"Hadeel," he spoke her name again. This time it was different though, instead of stern and demanding it was soothing and calm, she never thought her name could be spoken like that with such a voice as his. "Tell me about it, perhaps it won't be nearly as frightening," he said leaning towards her slightly.

At that moment Hadeel looked up at Bane with a hard sort of expression that said yeah right, giving him such a disbelieving look almost made Bane chuckle softly. She turned away from him again, shaking her head ever so slightly before burying her head in her arms and pulling her legs up to her chest.

"I keep dreaming about dead bodies," she murmured into her arms.

It took Bane a moment to remember that she had, in fact, seen him kill all those people in the lobby of the stock exchange. Yet he had forgotten to think about the fact that Hadeel's mind was far more innocent and sheltered than he could even suspect. He'd found out during one of his listening to her and her friends that she could barely even handle the silliest horror movies, and this had happened in real life. Her mind was probably of mess of fear and frightfulness, full of images that he had grown so accustomed to he'd forgotten to worry about what it might do to his little Songbird. Of course his first thought was that of her being extremely weak, but he already knew that, and she knew it herself, so there was no reason to point it out.

"You're probably sitting over there thinking something like, holy Moses, what a wimpy little girl she is," she muttered more or less reading his mind. "But," when she said this her voice darkened slightly. Bane tried to get a better view of her face and was only successful enough to catch a glimpse of her eyes as they hardened ad cleared of any clouded emotion. "I cannot imagine killing someone, nor can I forget seeing someone do it so easily," she murmured turning so he could not see her face anymore.

Bane was a little impressed with her, besides the fact that there was no reason for her to be frightened, not when he was near and wouldn't let anything harm her anymore. But she was being truthful with him and he didn't have to use any force, so perhaps she was learning, or maybe the best time to talk to her was when she woke from a nightmare. He'd have to try again the next night.

"Once you see more bodies you'll get used to it," he said trying to think of what else he could say. A small chuckle made Bane turn towards Hadeel as she looked over at him with a large frown on her face, for a moment he was brought back to the way she acted during their conversations at her college. Back then, before she knew who he was and what he really did she would talk to him as a friend, just as she spoke to everyone else.

During that time he'd grown accustomed to her odd expression and faces, the way she could twist her facial expression to perfectly fit her mood made him smile from time to time. It was only when he brought her here that her expressions seemed to disappear, though it was only when she made one of her expressions that Bane realized that he missed seeing them as he had used to. When it came to making people laugh and feel welcome Hadeel was definitely someone who knew what to do. Bane could only imagine what her friends would do if they saw her cry, or shiver from fear as she was doing right now.

He couldn't imagine them reaching out for her and telling her that everything would be okay, for her himself might not know what to do with her right away. So her friends of a few years or even for just that term of school would possibly let her cry and give her empty words with no meaning. But Bane had to wonder if he would ever see that side of her anyway, so far she was impeccably good at hiding all her emotions besides happiness.

"That's great advice," she said sarcastically. "I bet when I kill a person for myself, I won't even bat an eye," she said with a fake prideful voice.

Now that she was on this ridiculous topic of killing people and getting used to dead bodies and not being afraid Hadeel felt the need to keep spewing sarcastic remarks. Regardless of whether or not Bane might get angry, or by the fact that he could get annoyed with her comments and snap her neck, though she doubted he would do that. She was just tired of him being all high and mighty when it came to explaining things and getting information.

"And I suppose I'll turn into some killing machine, and I'll just keep going like a terminator or something," she looked up at him with a bit of an angry fire in her eyes. He didn't understand what it was like to be pulled away from something like her life; maybe a long time ago he had felt something similar. But for now Hadeel was just being bitter about everything.

"Perhaps," Bane said watching the whole rampage take place in front of him.

"And then I'll," she stopped for a moment. "I'll be able to leave everyone behind," her voice got softer as she spoke further. Losing her vigor and her mockery for now the words she spoke were things that she knew were even fearful of saying. "I'll be just like," she hesitated for another moment, taking a glance at Bane before looking away ashamed.

"Just like who little Songbird?" Bane asked. But he already knew the answer to the question; he just wanted to hear her say it.

"You," her voice was a mere whisper but Bane heard it and chuckled. Moving forward towards her slightly Bane watched as she leaned away from him inch by inch, as if she were shuffling away from an awful stench.

Giving her a light shove Bane saw her tense before he pushed her back down onto the bed, moving her bangs away from her eyes gently with his hand he tapped her forehead softly. Looking in her eyes kindly before moving away from her He got off the bed and made his way back towards the stairs; Bane let the sound of his footsteps ring out around him.

"We're having a guest tomorrow, go back to sleep," he said before starting back down the stairs.

Hadeel stayed where she was, when he'd pushed her back onto the bed her breath hitched up into her throat, she'd been doing so well to not upset him, what had she said that made him angry? Well besides the fact that she felt like she was openly mocking him or something of the sort, making fun of his lifestyle and whatnot.

She was almost petrified with fear at what was going to come next, he wouldn't hurt her, she at least knew that much, but she was still nervous as to what he would do. Hadeel was sure her wrists would bruise from the last time he wanted her to do something; they would be reminders of what she should and shouldn't do.

When he moved her bangs out of her face Hadeel held her breath waiting for whatever would come next, she'd pretty much called the man a heartless monster with the way she had spoken about such a lifestyle as killing. If she was anyone else's captive they would have easily slapped her across the face, or done a number of other things, but when it came to Bane Hadeel never knew what to expect. Gently, he tapped her forehead before pulling away from her, staring into her eyes with a tender sort of expression after which he turned away from her.

Hadeel almost didn't hear his words as her mind went wild with what had just happened, thought after thought raced through her brain as if she were trying to catch comments written on pieces of paper. If someone had called her a monster like she had Hadeel would have been pissed enough to shout at them at least. Why was Bane so confusing that he never did what she thought he was going to? Listening to his footsteps as he walked away Hadeel could almost hear nothing else besides the sound of his boots hitting the ground.

There was one question that bobbed to the surface of her mind, screaming out at her, wanted her to let it fall out of her mouth like a disgusting tasting meal.

Wasn't it lonely?

When Hadeel thought of such a lifestyle as she had described she could see herself as this lifeless sack of a body, walking around without rhyme or reason to do anything but kill people. She could imagine herself staring at other people's smiling faces in envy when she would come home to an empty house void of anything warm and comforting. Of course if she killed people she would always be on the run so there would also be that emptiness of never belonging anywhere.

It had to be lonely for Bane as well, right? Hadeel had barely touched or even thought about what it might be like to be in his shoes. Actually living like that was a whole different matter, and so with those small thoughts and realizations Hadeel felt a whole new emotion rise in throat like vomit. She felt bad for Bane, the smallest bit of sympathy rose and clouded her thoughts, poisoning and tainting everything she had thought previous to it.

Of course her mind was smarter than to let an emotion like pity dwell on all her other thoughts, this wasn't something that Bane had had thrust upon him. It certainly looked like he killed people for something that he had planned, so it was his fault that he was this way, why should Hadeel feel bad for him?

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Slowly Hadeel woke from another dream, a more somber and solemn one that couldn't even compare to the ones previous. Mostly because she couldn't really recall what it was about, one of those fleeting dreams that escapes the mind as soon as one wakes and only leaves behind the emotion that overtook the dreamer. All Hadeel could remember was that it was a depressing sort of dream, one that made her gradually open her eyes as if she had been sitting in the dark and was afraid the sun would blind her. It hadn't been a nightmare, which made Hadeel slightly surprised as she unconsciously went to the spot where Bane had touched her forehead.

Snatching her hand away quickly she frowned at the thought of even acknowledging that Bane's simple gesture had helped her sleep better, that would be preposterous, and just plain weird. Hadeel would jump into the waterfall before she admitted that Bane had helped her sleep, well maybe she wouldn't jump in the waterfall. But it would certainly take a lot before she admitted to it.

Solemnly Hadeel recalled when she was younger and she would wake up at night from a nightmare and walk into her parent's room to sleep in the bed with them, or to even just sleep next to the bed. Most of the time it was better to sleep in the bed with them because if she slept next to it she would spend at least ten minutes staring at the darkness beneath the bed. Anything could be hiding under there, waiting for her to fall asleep so it could drag her under and kill her. That never happened, but it was always scary to look at.

As she got older and older Hadeel learned that she was expected to grow out of such habits, children were supposed to get tougher and be less afraid of the things that had always frightened them. With her younger sisters around she could no longer go into that room when she had a scary dream. Whenever she woke from a scary dream in the middle of the night she would clutch her stuffed animal close and back against the wall. At least then she would be able to see the creature when it came for her, closing her eyes tightly when she thought she heard a noise, young Hadeel would do her best to stay strong.

For a long time she'd never accepted help from anyone unless she absolutely had to, for example when she was in the hospital and she couldn't walk yet, that was when she let people help her. But anything else, expressing her feelings, talking about her worries, letting someone care for her, or just wanting someone to be near her. She didn't let herself have any of it, because she needed to be strong for when everyone was going to leave her all alone.

Alone.

That one word often resonated through her mind like an echo in a large canyon, and for a moment she imagined her mother crying because she had not come home. That perhaps they did in fact miss her and the world was not as Hadeel had thought it to be. Of course there was the bitterness that flooded back into her mind that told her that they didn't miss her, and Hadeel had to agree with those feelings of bitterness.

Perhaps she was meant to be alone.

The thought made her so sad that she felt her eyes water slightly before it faded, no one should have to be alone. Not when they have a family at home that is full of laughter and smiles, anyone would look at Hadeel's family and think that they were a great family, close and loving. But Hadeel knew better than to think that their family was happy and loving, they rarely ate dinner together and when they did it was full of bickering and anger. Her brothers rarely came home unless they wanted to steal some food from the cabinets or ask for some money. When they watched movies together it turned into an argument that ended with silence and sour emotions, they hardly even went out as a family anymore.

Smashing her head back down onto the blankets Hadeel blew out a breath of air and whisked away any thoughts of loneliness and sorrow. She had to deal with the task at hand. How was she going to get away from Bane and get back home?

Did she even want to go home?

She just couldn't get her mind off that thought; she didn't want to be alone! Who did she have here? Bane? Barsad? The people responsible for taking her in the first place, the people who wouldn't let her leave and forced words from her mouth. Who did she have at home? A mother who doesn't listen, a father who was never home, and two sisters that only cared for themselves. The only thing enticing about going home was that she could go back in her room and read books or go on the internet and disappear for a while.

Taking a deep breath Hadeel sat on the edge of the bed closest to the water rushing towards the floor, facing away from the stairs she felt words scratching at her lips, wanted to be released from the confines of her mouth. She often sang this song when she woke in the middle of the night to empty thoughts and depressing feelings, because for some reason it made her feel wanted.

Of course there were always people that told her that there was always someone that loved them, which if they were to suddenly die people would care and wish them back to the earth. But its one thing to say the words with good intentions to help and a whole never thing to hear those words and want to believe them. Because what's some empty words when compared to feelings and heartache that someone just can't deal with. That's what many people including Hadeel felt. It was nice and all, for people to reassure her that everything would be okay, that people cared, but it's so much harder to believe it.

After a while of hearing people tell her that she was wanted even though no one at home seemed to want her, Hadeel shut down. Little by little until she became the Hadeel everyone knows and loves. The Hadeel that lies to everyone.

"I dreamed I was missing," she started the song softly, with a sad air about it. "And you were so scared, but no one would listen, because no one else cared," that line always made her scrunch her nose and tear up for a second. "After my dreaming I woke with this fear, what am I leaving after I'm done here?" Her voice grew slightly with each coming verse as she remembered the words and the melody of the song.

She always wondered that if she was the one that was missing who would the 'you' person be? Certainly not one of her friends, but one of her family?

"And if you're asking me I want you to know, when my times done, forget the wrong that I've done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed," she sang this line a little softer. Of course she wanted to be missed, didn't everyone? It meant that someone cared about her enough to wish she was back with them. "Don't forget me, and when you're feeling empty. Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest," she faded off softly at the last few words.

Hadeel wished that she could listen to the songs instead of having to sing them into the waterfall, it was apparent to her that her voice traveled as Bane always appeared to be able to hear her songs. Which was fine, except for the fact that Hadeel was embarrassed by her voice, she wasn't a very good singer. The only thing that always pushed her through her embarrassment was the feeling she got when she sang, when she started one of her favorite songs. Hadeel didn't care that someone could hear her, because when she sang out into the echoing unfamiliar sewer it made her feel like everything was okay. That perhaps her mother wasn't ignoring her, or that her father remembered to come to her band concert, and maybe she wasn't in the sewers but in her room, singing like she always did.

"Don't be afraid, I've taken my beatings, I've shared what I made," Hadeel smiled lightly at this verse.

When the song had first come out years ago her sister had thought that the singer had said 'shit' instead of shared, they'd argued about it when Hadeel said she was wrong. Finally they looked up the lyrics and Hadeel was right, her sister had made a nasty face at her and stomped away, probably because Hadeel teased her a little.

"I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through. I've never been perfect, but neither have you," her voice carried before she stopped at the end of this verse. It was exactly like her, on the surface she was always strong and smiling and nothing was wrong, but underneath all that there was a mess of a person trying to become organized.

Scrunching up her face Hadeel felt the rest of the song pushing at her lips, she knew the rest of it, but her new thoughts had silenced them momentarily.

"No more nightmares?" A voice broke her from her thoughts and made her turn towards Bane. He was wearing some type of vest thing that allowed for his muscles to show, he looked pretty beefy. That small thought made Hadeel embarrassed to even think about and she turned away from him quickly.

"Not really," she responded taking a glance at him. His eyes looked smug as he somewhat smiled at her. "Not because you helped or anything," she added before he asked for a thank you or anything like that.

"Of course not," his voice sounded the tinniest bit sarcastic. He already knew that he'd helped her, even if she wouldn't admit to it.

Then it was quiet, Hadeel wanted to comment about his beefy looking arms just for fun but she held it back and waited for him to say something. The silence was a bit awkward but Hadeel felt that if she said anything it would prolong his stay up in her little domain.

"Our guest will be here soon, you are not to sing or even talk for that matter," he explained turning to leave her alone again.

"Why?" Hadeel asked turning to look at him. At first she didn't answer her so she asked him again. "Bane, why?" She pressed him further with her question, who was this guest?

"Because you are my bird, and he will not hear your voice," he said in a cold voice that made Hadeel want to shiver slightly.

"But it's my voice and I can sing if I want to," she murmured casting her eyes towards his feet.

"If you sing I will punish you," he said ever so simply. Hadeel's eyes hardened at that comment, he would punish her? What kind of punishments did he dish out?

Taking a glance at Bane Hadeel saw that he was starting at her sternly, the intensity of his gaze stayed on her form even as she looked away from him defiantly. Only when he took a step towards her did Hadeel say anything else, the sound of his shoes on the metal grate made her jump slightly.

"I won't, I won't, okay?" She asked clenching her teeth bitterly and glaring into his eyes.

"Good," he replied simply. With that said he turned to leave her alone, and Hadeel listened to the steady rhythm of him walking back down the stairs and leaving her to her own thoughts of misfortune.

Shortly after their conversation it seemed like the lights dimmed considerably and left Hadeel wondering what was happening, who was the guest that Bane was talking about? The sewers grew deathly silent and Hadeel realized that if she spoke or sang everyone would hear her, including their guest. So perhaps that was the reason why Bane hadn't wanted her to sing?

A loud clang made Hadeel jump as something happened below her and resonated through the cavernous place. Only the sound of the ever present water in the background could be heard, as there seemed to be a hush on the whole place.

A dark throaty voice spoke out through the noise, mentioning something about a mistake before Bane's voice called out to the stranger's voice. The rough voice knew who Bane was, and Bane called the voice Mister Wayne, stopping Hadeel short with her thoughts and musings.

Like Bruce Wayne?

The rough voice reminded her of how people described the Batman's voice. Hadeel had been about ten or eleven when the Batman had disappeared when it was found that he killed Harvey Dent. Hadeel had felt slightly betrayed, as a child she had rooted for the Batman, she didn't believe that he was a bad guy who needed to get off the streets. Yet he killed someone else who was only trying to help, and that made him the bad guy, right? He'd disappeared and left everyone behind because he was the villain, which was the truth, right?

Yet no matter how Hadeel thought about it there was no way Bruce Wayne could be the Batman, he was just some rich guy who stayed in his mansion all the time. But he hadn't always been in his mansion, he used to go outside and party in the city all the time and go on vacation, it only seemed to stop about eight years ago. Eight years ago when the Batman vanished, they were the same people, they had to be.

Dull thuds brought Hadeel from her thoughts, thuds and thumps that continued with clangs and smashes, what were they doing? Fighting?

Soon the sewer was filled with noises of the fight, thumps of punches being thrown even a few cracks of bones being broken, Hadeel did her best to cover her ears, she didn't want to hear this. Why was Bane making her listen to this? Did he want her to suffer through nightmares for the rest of her life?

It sounded like they were killing each other.

Suddenly all the lights went out making Hadeel look around frantically as she tried to block the fight out, why was Bane doing this? All the Batman ever did was fight for the city, and perhaps he made a mistake and killed the wrong person, but he still saved so many lives before.

Bane spoke again, telling about he was born in the dark, the words rang out in Hadeel's mind while she tried to escape the reality that was her present life. She knew so very little about Bane that just hearing him talk about himself blocked out anything else she was thinking about, did that mean he was born in a cave or something? Was he born here in the sewers? No, no that would be silly, it sounded like some weird story a child would think of.

A massive explosion echoed throughout the sewers and made Hadeel duck her head into her pillow shakily as a light exploded into the area. Loud crashes brought Hadeel to her feet as a voice shouted in her head at her to run. It was the perfect chance to do it now while everyone was distracted.

Shakily Hadeel glanced around, her mind frantic with thoughts racing so quickly through her head she couldn't make sense of any of them, but this was her chance, she could make it out. She could get home and away from the death, killing, and murder that was Bane. She could go back the security that was her life, the smiles and the lies that made up her day; this was what she wanted, right?

Stumbling clumsily down the stairs Hadeel looked around the area when she got to the bottom where Bane or Barsad would usually be keeping watch for her or anyone else. There was no one there waiting for her, when she looked up towards the hole in the ceiling she saw that almost everyone was climbing up towards whatever was there. Very few people still remained in the sewers save for a couple men here and there, but they were looking away from her.

Suddenly her attention was turned towards the bottom of the sewers as another noise broke through the sound of the waterfall. For a moment her eyes fluttered over to the dark form of Batman before she look at Bane as he stared at the man beneath him, her breath hitched in her throat as she realized that Bane had most likely killed him. First he had killed all those employees and now he had gotten rid of the Batman as well.

He was dead right? The man wasn't moving, his limp form lay beneath Bane as if he had simply been a deer that someone had shot down in the woods, but Hadeel knew better than that. She had listened to the whole fight from her little cage, she'd tried her best to block out the noise but it hadn't helped much.

Feeling eyes on his form Bane turned to look up, catching eyes with Hadeel as she stared at him fearfully; Hadeel held his eyes for a second before letting a hurt expression flash across her face. Turning around quickly she ran from him, disappeared into the darkness of the sewers, her bare feet pounding on the hard cement as she fled.

"Hadeel!" She heard Bane call out for her. There was no way she was going to stop now, not when he had seen her turn away from him, he'd promised her a punishment if she were to sing or speak. There would definitely be a worse punishment for running away, but what would it be? Would he kill her?

Ignoring the pain in her injured leg she turned the corner and ran down yet another tunnel that led to God knows where, for all she knew she was going deeper into the sewers. Hadeel didn't care, as long as she was getting away from the dead form of the Batman, and the ever so deafening silence of the waterfall that was her music in her cage.

She had had enough of seeing dead bodies, it made her want to scream and cry out, she wanted to let the tears flow down her face like a flood. To tire herself out and fall asleep in her room as she always did when her emotions grew too much within her, she didn't want to be here. Not with a man that forced her to speak even when she didn't want to, someone who dragged her around and didn't ask her if she wanted to come along. There was no reason for Bane to take her, or even keep her for that matter.

There was nothing special about her.

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When Bane had caught eyes with Hadeel he couldn't think of anything to say, her expressions made him catch his breath lightly. He'd never seen her look that way to him before; she looked frightened, the way her face twisted into an expression of hurt made him want to keep her for himself all over again. These expressions were only meant for him to see, he was the one fixing her.

For a moment they stayed as they were, staring at each other before Hadeel turned away from him quickly, vanishing into the dark.

"Hadeel!" Bane called out to her loudly.

She didn't reappear, though Bane hadn't really expected her to. What kind of bird would fly back at the mention of its name after escaping its cage?

Bane moved quickly to go after her, watching as Barsad disappeared into the dark behind her, the man was quick on his feet and knew there would be hell to pay if the girl got away.

Glancing back at the Batman on the ground Bane turned away from him at once, Hadeel was much more of an interesting creature when it came to what was of more importance to him. Because the cage was empty, and if it was empty there would be no one to sing in the dark of the night, and no other song bird would suffice. It had to be Hadeel.

"I Just wanna run." -The Downtown Fiction

AN: So, what did you think?

Hadeel finally got away, do you think she'll make it very far? Probably not.

Anyway the song Hadeel sings in this chapter is called Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park. The other song is called I just wanna run by the downtown fiction.

I had someone suggest a few songs for me to use in my story, which was awesome, if anyone else wants to do that as well go right ahead. Something that you think would fit perfectly with the story, or whatever.

So thanks for reading!