Hello fellow fanfiction-ers! Heres the next Chapter, I'll admit it's not my best but hey! Perhaps you could message me on how to improve!

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On with the Chapter!

"Hey mum look! It's ..." I ran to Johnny and covered my hands over his mouth.

"Haha, yeah! Look at those cartoon! Sit and watch them Hunny I need to talk to Bruce quickly."

"Why?"

I pulled Bruce's muscular arm and dragged him out the room. He gave this puzzled look so I guess it was time I started explaining.

"Look, I know this sounds weird but that guy on the TV in there, Bane, has payed for The Joker to keep an eye on Johnny and I because he 'bought us'. I know it sounds crazy but he's also payed the clown to kill you ... I don't know why but we need to ..." I was getting all in a fluster that my face had gone red and my eyes were welling up with tears. Bruce grabbed my shoulders and smiled.

"Look, I can protect you two."

"But what happens if he kills you?"

"He won't. And I know he won't."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the ... B ... Best darn Kung fu fighter that Gotham has ever seen!" He began throwing some funny karate chops and in the process smashed a vase.

"Bruce!" I cried, half laughing half in shock as the vase looked really pricey.

"Ehh, it's fine! I'll buy a new one!"

"But you're broke?"

Bruce suddenly looked up, struck by realisation.

"MUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!" Johnny called from the next room. Then I heard the sound of shattering glass.

Oh god, Johnny!

I burst into the room and was face to face with Bane himself. My heart was thudding against my rib cage causing my insides to quiver with fear. He had Johnny in front of him, his muscular arms near his neck. One tense and he would steal his last breath.

"Ahh, Miss Pennyworth. Just the lady I was looking for." My fists began clenching, my nails digging into my palm.

"Why do you want us?"

"It doesn't matter why." He said in his deep sarcastic voice. "What matters is our plan."

"Why do you wear the mask?" Johnny asked. I ran forward to stop the man crushing his throat but was held back by two other soldiers.

"My boy, I wear the mask to cover some brutal injuries I was given." He leant down and spoke in his ear. "Wouldn't want one now would we son?"

Johnny quickly shook his head.

"Bring them out to the van. I'll find Mr Wayne another time." We were shoved towards the window and lifted through. A van was parked in the middle of the manor fields. Like a black hole it engulfed us and the last sound I remember from that house was the sound of children's laughter.

"Aah, I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was definitely underground. The stench of sewage made my eyes water and the damp surrounding the tunnel only added to the smell. Guards covered any passage ways and there must've been about 20 suspended above me in the air. I looked over to my left and noticed a gushing waterfall of which I could easily fall in if I needed to.

"Where's Johnny?" I couldn't leave without him.

"In a safe place for now, I need to speak to him later though."

"Why are we here?" I shouted, slowly rising to my feet.

"Why I bought you Janey, remember? That stupid clown told you more than I'd have hoped for."

"Why do you want to kill Bruce?"

"Bruce Wayne is a liar!"

"You don't even know him!"

"I know he's pretending to be a hero but that has nothing to do with why I bought you here."

"Please, let my son go. Have me instead!"

"Pfft, I can't let Jonathan leave! He's a part of my plan."

"What ... Plan?"

"To destroy Gotham and fulfil Ra's al Ghuls destiny!"

He came closer to where I had risen and began circling me, my blue eyes never left his dead ones.

"Why have you bought us? Why do you want us?"

"Ohh Janey, remember back. Remember who you were when you were 12, trying to hang out with the cool girls who'd all hit puberty before you did. Remember how they shoved you in the mud and laughed at how you didn't own the latest mobile phone?"

"What's that got to do with anyth..."

"Ohh and remember when you were 14 and went to that party? Everyone got drunk but because mummy said you couldn't, you sat and watched everyone kiss and you got all jealous?!" We were face to face, his grotesque mask showing no emotion.

"And prom night, remember that Janey? You looked beautiful, your blondish curls bouncing and your dress making you look like the most perfect girl in the room?"

Wait, what's he going on about?

"Remember that dance, it was to your favourite song of the year? And the embrace, and the kiss?"

I turned and was about to pelt it off into the sewers but he grabbed my hand. A small ring scratched my skin and I began to observe.

"Who the hell are you?"

"A remnant of a person long forgotten. Who knew someone could move on in five years?"

"Leave me alone!" I pulled my hand away from his and he grabbed my shoulder gently pushing it so I was on the ground.

He's creeping me out now.

"I'm all that remains."

"The remains of who?"

"Your fiancé."

"What?" No way was this happening.

"I am Daniel Meaden."

I staggered backwards and fell against a metal rail which restricted me from falling to the waterfalls remains.

"You're dead. You're supposed to be dead. The flight Marshall told me that ..."

"That I'd died in action? They're easy to bribe those captains. I simply went off to do my job, and I couldn't risk anyone getting hurt."

"No, this can't be. I watched you be buried!"

"Easy enough to slip another corpse in to a grave. Especially if the family did not notice there son go missing."

I felt like I was going to be sick. My head was whirling, flashing back to the memories we shared. This couldn't be him. Yet how did he know so much about me? I looked up and into his eyes. Still blue with brown flecks, just like Johnny's.

"W...wh...what happened to you?"

"I never was in the military. I was working for Daggett industries when they called me to South Africa. I got the raw materials Mr Daggett needed to gain profits which caused a bit of a coup. I was then chucked into 'the pit, where a girl lay crying. Her mother had been killed and I held her like I would've held Jonathan if I could have. I told her to run as I got pulled under and beaten by the other criminals thrown to die. I was saved by a Doctor who made me wear a simple mask to hide my pain. Once I escaped myself I made this mask to show the world I mean business. Finding you here was a complete mistake. Only when I read the papers about a billionaire getting together with his butlers daughter did I realise I had to save you."

"Save me from what?"

"Disappointment. Can't you see Mr Wayne is the batman? Trained by Ra's Al Ghul himself, he betrayed us and killed his master. It is my duty to fulfil his destiny and finally destroy Gotham."

"Dan ... I "

"I'm no longer Dan, he died with my little sanity that remained once I got thrown in that pit." He spat, popping his 't's'.

He wrapped his muscular fingers around my wrist and pulled me close. His eyes stared deeply into mine, melting my soul and making my knees go weak. It was him. His touch. His smell. His features. The mask restricted his mouth and covered the rest of his face. Was I scared or happy? Did I want to run or stay?

"Jonathan is my son. You and I are special people Jane. I have my abilities and yours will be in there somewhere. I can train you ... You and I ..." I pulled away cutting him off.

"I watched the news reports. You are a murderer. Why on earth would I want to be like you?"

"So you're not one of those who fall when Gotham does."