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A Shadows Heart (Preview)

Being a member of the League Of Shadows was difficult, the ones who last are the ones who belong. She was the one that lasted, the one that survived through all of it's hard ships. She didn't bat an eye when Talia called to her, she didn't bat an eye when her allegiance was tested by Bane, and she certainly didn't bat an eye when Gotham was mentioned.

She knew of its importance, it symbolized all the filthy that needed to leave this world. She was a first hand account of all that filth. Her and Talia had met when Raz'al Ghul saved her from her father, who had murdered her three sisters and her mother. It was Rhaz who had killed him and took her under his wing. That is where she had grown a close relationship with Talia, growing up alongside her and even when Talia considered leaving, she was with her. They were always like sisters, inseparable.

She questioned Talia's leadership at times, who wouldn't after finding themselves sitting restless at the edge of the Gotham sewer system. Bane had found refuge here and as much as it annoyed her that while she was down here, while Talia was on the upper ground sleeping in a warm bed, she had to deal with it for Raz' and Talia. So here she sat in the darkness, perched on the railing of a catwalk over a flowing river of sewer water.

Her brown hair hanging down from the sides of her bruised face, wavy and wild. Blue eyes glittering in the little light that peeked in from above. Her olive skin glistening with a thin sheet of sweat. She wore a black tank top, tight fitting, a pair of tan cargo pants to follow up, and black boots. She was focused, eyes closed, knees brought up to the chest and elbows leaning on them.

She hated the sickening smell that the sewer water gave off. She missed the sweet smelling springs of China, warm in the spring and summer. She would smile at that memory because there was very few memories that she had so peaceful, or calm. This moment was far from it, calm maybe, but peaceful, definitely not.

She heard hurried footsteps clinking against the metal of the catwalk approaching very quickly, when they stopped not far from her. She rose a hand to silence the man, before he could say anything and aggravate her more. She sighed, hopping down from the railing and stretching her limbs out. She had been sitting on that railing for about three hours straight, thinking, that's all she did. That's why Bane valued her, because after she thought, and devised opinions, she had very intelligent opinions.

"What's wrong Barsad?" She did not look to the mercenary and instead leaned into the railing in front of her.

"Bane needs you."

"I'll be there."

"He said now." Barsad added, she sighed, her head dropping to hand low. She stood tall running a hand through her hair and brushing the strands out of her hair.

"Well, let's go see what he wants." She hated having to see Bane, it's not that he annoyed her, or that she was afraid of him. It's that she would grow nervous, her heart would pound, and her lips would quiver if not a word left them. She never knew why, until she realized that she loved him, but he did not reciprocate. He was in love with Talia and she could never do that to her.

So instead she admired him from afar and kept her emotions hidden under a mask of shame and regret that represented all those years of loneliness. She stepped down the concrete hallway leading to his place of stay, the heavy sound of running water melted into her ears as she grew closer. Barsad following behind, mercenaries passing them until they made it to their destination. Bane's back to them, shirtless, the many scars scattered across his skin, she could see the many muscles along them. She always wondered what it must feel like to trail her fingers across them, she knew Talia had many times, Talia was the only one allowed to touch him.

"We've been discovered." Bane says, turning to her and stepping forward. "Thanks to the stupidity of my men." He clarified, Shade tried not to snort, instead looking over at Barsad who appeared greatly struck by the comment.

"This means it's time then?"

"Not yet. Daggot thinks he is in control, let him think this for a while longer. Then it will be time." She nodded her head, about to leave, she felt his hand grab her shoulder.

"I need you to go tell Talia about this. Tell her we are making progress." She looked up into his eyes and saw how genuine they were, how dark. No matter how much she loved the man before her, respected him, and worshiped him... She couldn't do that to Talia, she wouldn't do that to her. With a curt nod of her head, she turned on her boots and headed to the surface after days of being in the dark. The League Of Shadows will rise and Gotham will be ashes.