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Chapter Eleven - Infidel
Heaven fell from the sky tonight, There were virgins in my backyard chasing angels with fire sticks… Heaven fell on herself tonight, And Moses lay in pieces from some 17-year-old bomb… Here we go…. Someone's knocking at my window, Here we go…. I didn't ask for this shit…
-Five for Fighting
DeAngelo sat at his desk, a vein throbbing in his forehead and his jaw clenching rhythmically. He looked back down at the note that the Joker had sent for him with one of the guards. The monster next door opened your woman. They both had a very enjoyable time, it seemed. I couldn't even sleep for the noise… Now, I don't want you to let this get you down. You just need to take what's rightfully yours, and do it today. His eyes had not deceived him; the Joker was telling him that Bane had screwed the one woman that dared to refuse DeAngelo. He was mad enough to go down there himself and kill them both, but he knew the Joker was right about what needed to be done.
Poetic justice was in order. He would have the guards collect both of them, then he would have the brute watch while DeAngelo, and anybody else that wanted to, would have their piece of her fine body. When they finished he would then have then separated… permanently. Though he was still raging mad, a tight smile passed over his lips. Justice was cruel to those that needed to learn their lesson, but oh so lovely for those that were teaching that lesson. He could practically feel her around him as he thought about it. The only thing that marred his fantasy was the fact that she had just been used the night before, so it wouldn't be her first time. Oh well, he knew that sometimes things couldn't be perfect in every way.
He picked up his phone and dialed the extension to the main guard desk for ward E. When he heard the business like voice of the head guard he spoke in a slightly hushed tone, "Clancy, I would like for you to collect the two in cell 23. There was an incident last night, so I think you should go in with the stun batons. Also, pass the word that we will be breaking our little Jane Doe today, and that every man is welcome to… ummm…take part in the process…" The guard had been respectful and reserved in his response, as always, but DeAngelo was certain that there had been a hint of excitement in the man's voice. He was suddenly elated, and knew that this was going to be a wonderful day. He would break Bane and his little toy all in one shot.
He was hardly even angry anymore; just ecstatic that today would be his day of reckoning. He would be getting everything that he wanted in just a few short minutes. Now all he had to do was head to the treatment room, and wait.
He never thought for a moment as to why Joker would send him a note like he had.
Tiana was sound asleep and deeply comfortable in the arms of the man she loved, when she was abruptly awakened by the sound of the cell door crashing open. A small yelp of surprise slipped out and she felt Bane fly away from her, to face the men that had crashed into their space, and she was equally quick to get to her feet. She was slightly groggy, but managed to assess the situation quickly in spite of her handicap. There were six men in their cell, they carried stun batons, ready to take them down if they resisted. All of them were staring at their naked bodies with at least slight grins on their faces. The ones that were directed to her were lascivious, to say the least, and it annoyed her, but that was all. However, the looks they were giving Bane made her slightly nervous; their gaze was half admiring and half sorrowful.
Keeping her eyes on the men, she bent and retrieved their clothes from the floor. She handed Bane his items, then quickly put on her own. The men didn't say a word as she did it, and their silence was deafening. She knew that they had something very bad in store for the two of them, but she couldn't fathom what it was. Her talents generally came from her ability to plan, and less from spur of the moment action, though she could do both. She simply wished she could somehow know what they were planning so she could stop it.
Then the men started to close in on them with the definite intention of zapping them both with their batons. Typically those were only used if a prisoner resisted, but she could see in the men's eyes that this was a special occasion and there was little chance they would avoid the inevitable shock. So, sizing up the six guards, she decided that the two on the left looked the most easily frightened, and she sprang at them. It only took a millisecond for their eyes to be filled with fear and their batons to swing at her viciously. She felt them connect with her body and felt the searing pain of the shock they sent into her body, and then she slumped to the ground with a twitch.
The last thing she saw before falling into oblivion were Bane's rage filled eyes, and she knew that he would be with her in a moment.
Bane had gone down less than five seconds after his Little One, but he had taken out one of her assailants before he had. He wasn't sure the man was dead, but was fairly certain that he would never open his mouth again, at least. The knowledge that he had at least avenged her suffering a little made his fall seem more tolerable, but when he saw the state of things when he regained consciousness, he felt sorely mistaken.
He found that they had been transported to one of the many treatment rooms that were outfitted similarly to an operating room. His hands were cuffed and his feet shackled, with the short chain of the handcuffs passed around the shackle chain, keeping his hands and feet together. He was sitting slouched in the corner and had a clear view of his Little One, as he was sure had been planned. What he saw made him strain against his bonds and snarl violently.
She was lying naked, strapped down to the table in many places, her arms at her sides and her legs spread. Her eyes were open, but flat and glassy, and he could see that tears had run down her beautiful face. He saw that most of the men had lustful looks on their faces and hard-ons in their pants, and he immediately understood what was happening. He couldn't determine if any of them had been with his Little One yet, but if not, it was only a matter of seconds before they were. He knew that struggling against the steel around his hands and feet was futile, but his body refused to stop. He knew that he had to get them out of there, but he simply couldn't stop his rage and anguish long enough to formulate anything useful. He was also feeling a brand of pain that he hadn't in a very long time, and it was messing with his head as well.
Dr. DeAngelo's cold voice spoke jovially when he addressed Bane, "Ah, I see that you have decided to join our little party! I'm so sorry we weren't able to ask if you minded us using your little toy here, but we just figured that a man like you wouldn't care at all. Though, to look at you, I'd think that perhaps this is upsetting to you…" He laughed with obvious glee, turned toward the table that held Tiana, and walked to the foot of it. He dropped his expensive trousers and awkwardly climbed onto the table, his excited manhood bobbing in front of him. "And now I get to enjoy something that I have been looking forward to for years."
Bane tried hard to maintain even a small amount of control over himself, but at the sight of the disgusting man preparing to enter his woman, he lost it all and a groan of utter horror and despair left his mouth. It amazed him when that sound seemed to suddenly bring Tiana out of the haze she was in, and her eyes snapped to his. They blazed in freight at first, but once they locked onto his eyes, they cleared and became so dark that he would have thought they had actually changed colors. Then she pulled her attention away from him and her eyes focused on the doctor above her, inches away from violating her body. He was shocked by the way her voice had changed when she spoke, instead of the warm sound that he had always heard, it was so icy it gave him chills. "Well hello Doctor. I'm afraid you've made a regrettable decision. I hope that you didn't plan to procreate…"
There was a sickening, slapping pop as Bane watched her dislocate both of her thumbs and swiftly pull her hands from the straps that bound them. It was less than a second before her strong hand was gripping the doctor between his legs, and then there was crack, followed by an inhuman shriek from the man as he fell in a heap on the floor, clutching at his mangled genitals. Her free hand had already undone the strap at her waist and was working at the one at her neck before any of the other men in the room moved. By the time the first guard reached her, she had freed her neck, leaving only her ankles bound. The man went to punch her, but she caught his fist, and with a nearly frightening speed and grace, twisted his hand snapping his wrist. She moved with the inhuman grace he had witnessed before and with another horrific crunching sound her feet were loose from their bonds, and she slid to the floor. Though when she put weight on her recently dislocated ankles she gasped at the obvious pain it caused her.
Bane's mind was reeling as he watched her. Her eyes held no light or kindness, only a pure and deadly rage. He remembered those first few nights they had spent together and how she had seemed like a dangerous animal; one that did not belong in a cage, and would one day turn on its captures. It appeared that day had come. He had to say that he rather liked seeing this side of her, and wondered why she kept it inside when she could have escaped long before had she just let loose. He decided that was a question he would have to ask her once this was all over.
Now that he could see that she was out of the immediate danger she had been in, he focused on breaking his own bonds. He twisted the two chains together and jerked his limbs apart, snapping the restraint. As she moved toward him she was assaulted by two more guards and she took them down without even breaking stride. The remaining six men seemed hesitant to approach her, and Bane had to admit he didn't blame them. However, he couldn't repress the smile that turned up his mouth at the thought of the punishment he would give them now that he was free. The three braver men had come at her, but they were already on the ground by the time Bane reached her side. That left only three guards in the room and she was slowly approaching them, again looking more like some strange cat than any human he had ever seen. When she struck it was obvious to Bane that she was going for a swift kill, and when he surveyed the room he noticed that only the doctor remained alive, and he lay babbling unintelligibly.
Bane crouched down next to the doctor and gripped his neck tightly, forcing the man to look him in the eye. Bane's voice was quite cheery, but inside he was boiling with rage, "Well good Doctor, while you do not deserve such kindness, I am going to give you my permission to die now. I must say that the thought of allowing you to continue your life as a woman is lovely, but you continuing to breathe is just something I am not willing to tolerate." With a harsh snap, the doctor's neck shattered in his hand, and Bane was filled with pleasure.
Tiana stood looking around the room full of bodies. She was completely overwhelmed and she could feel her body beginning to tremble. She hated to kill people, even people like these men that deserved it. She had been cornered and had seen that Bane was in trouble, so she had acted, but now that the situation was under control she was losing her strength. Slowly she dropped to the floor and stared down at the blood on her hands with disgust. She could feel her stomach heave, and hardly had time to shift her body before her stomach began to purge itself.
She jumped slightly when she felt a large hand on her shoulder, but she calmed when she recognized its familiarity. Bane's voice was calm and gentle, "Come on Little One, it is time for us to leave this place." She felt his hands gently lift her to her feet, and she couldn't suppress the slight hiss of pain that left her mouth when she placed weight on her ankles. Though she could dislocate most of her joints in order to aid in escape if necessary, that did not mean it did not cause her considerable pain… it most definitely did. Bane reacted quickly to her pain and lifted her off her feet slightly. "Can you walk?" His voice was thick with worry and it soothed her soul slightly to know that he cared so much about her.
She pulled away from him and carefully slipped back onto her own feet, this time restraining the sounds of pain that wanted to venture forth. Her voice was shaky, but she thought that it sounded relatively strong still, "Yes, I am perfectly capable of walking, though I might partake of some of the morphine on the shelf…" She walked toward the shelf she had been pilfering from for the last several weeks and picked up a syringe, quickly administering a dose in her arm before moving to a tall cabinet in the corner of the room. She vaguely remembered seeing the doctors getting clean clothing from it, and when she opened it she was rewarded by rows of bright white doctor's uniforms. She flipped through the hangers until she found a set that was only about four sizes too large and slipped them on.
Bane had not moved and his eyes were very angry when she turned back to face him. His voice boiled with rage, "Did these people give you the scars on you back?" The scars he was speaking of were a constant source of pain to her, both physical and emotional. They had been inflicted on her body when her childhood home had exploded. In all reality there was no explanation for how she had survived her injuries. But this was not the time to explain all of that.
She walked back to him and placed her hand on his handsome face, knowing that it would probably be the last time she ever would be able to touch him without his mask; as they would soon be recovering it. "No Bane, they did not do this. The responsibility for these scars does not fall on the shoulders of any single person. I got them when the League complex was destroyed. Now it is time for us to get your mask, Love."
Bane's eyes showed slight surprise at the explanation of how she had received the multitude of scars on her back, then he shifted his attention to the fact that they were headed for his mask and became serious and concentrated instead. His voice was simply inquiring when he spoke next, "So, you have a plan then?"
Tiana did not even try to suppress the slight smile that twitched at her lips. Of course she had a plan; she'd had one since the first night he had arrived. Though nothing else had gone as planned as far as their escape went, it had all led to an unexpectedly helpful setup. "Of course I have a plan Bane, that's what I'm good at. All we need is a little distraction, and that computer right there will do just that in a matter of minutes." And with that she trotted to the computer and began typing at the keyboard. In just a few moments, the entire prison would be free, and so would they.
Joker lay calmly looking up at his ceiling, his tongue darting at the corners on his mouth, licking at the edges of his scars. He wasn't thinking of anything for once, he was just quietly listening for the sounds of the upcoming mayhem. He had sent the message to the bastard doctor, because he knew what he would do with the information. Joker had of course spent the last seven years studying the foolish man, and he knew a great deal about DeAngelo's hopes and dreams regarding the young woman next door. He was also well aware that the girl would be able to take care of whatever was thrown at her. It also seemed that she had developed a relationship with the man that shared her cell, and he knew that it would push her into action. Action that he had been waiting for her to unleash since the first day he had walked by her cell all those long years ago.
He had saved the last bits of the paint that had been sent to him over a month prior, for this very day and now it covered his face. The feeling of the paint calmed him, but it wasn't enough. He would need to get to the storage area of the building to retrieve his effects as soon as possible. He had detested every moment he had been forced to exist in the ugly scrubs that were his uniform in this place, and he would not suffer a moment longer than he had to. Then he would exit this lovely building with the Princess and the Beast, where they would meet his friend Mr. Nigma. And then they would begin the laborious process of ripping Gotham's heart out, and watching the people eat it with their last dying gasps.
Joker paused his thoughts when he heard the crashing sound from the next cell, the soft yelp of the Princess, and the short scuffle that ended with a light thud followed by a much heavier one. He felt an odd tug in him, not guilt of course, he didn't even consider such a simple emotion, but something… He briefly wondered if he had made a mistake sending the doctor the note, wondering if maybe she could be overpowered… Then with a wave of his hand he dismissed his thoughts, she would find the way out… she always had.