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Chapter 10: What Belongs to Me

Her foot steps padded across the wooden floor, pulling light creaks from the boards.
She peeked in through the doorway, his broad back facing her.
"I know you're there Baby bird." He acknowledged, never looking up from his papers.
She sighed loudly, he had sensed her presence despite her tip toeing.
She crossed over stopping beside his desk, her free hand trailing up the back of his neck.
"I made you lunch." She piped proudly, motioning towards the full plate in her hand.
His eyes sparkiling as he lifted them up from the papers.
"Why thank you my dove." He shuffled the pages aside as she sat the plate down in front of him. She took a seat by the large window, curling up on the bench seat as she gazed at the city below.
He admired her as he ate, the dim sunlight danced across her features. He narrowed his eyes at her distant expression, she had something on her mind. He adjusted the mask back around his face, leaning back in his seat he continued to stare at her.
"What is it, love? What's laying heavy on your mind?" Bane cooed, tilting his head.
"I'm..Bane I have this weird feeling..never mind." She cut off, running a hand through her hair.
"Here." He summoned her over, extending his hand.
She eased onto his lap, comforted by his strong arms around her.
"Now tell me what it is, hold nothing back this time." He coaxed her, rubbing a hand along her thigh.
She cleared her throat, forming her words in her head.
"Has anyone tried to get into Gotham? Like from the outside world." She asked, glancing over to his eyes.
His brow furrowed, he was taken back, wondering where where this question came from.
"The city is closed off. I have had no reports of anyone getting in or out of the city." Bane informed.
"It's just..I have this weird feeling. Something's not right Bane. I think people are going to try something." She breathed out. She was hoping he wouldn't think she was over stepping or doubting his control. She just couldn't shake this feeling. He brought her face to his, he studied her eyes. She was serious, this wasn't a game she was playing.
"If it will make you feel better I will set up stronger patrols. My love, you are safe, I will die before I let anyone hurt you." He layed his forehead against hers, letting the strap of his mask rest against her soft skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies closer.
"I love you."
"I love you, Angel."

Her feeling was right. As they tucked themselves warmly in bed that night a secret meeting was taking place, disguised as 'emergency relief'.

"Bane..no!...Bane!"
"Annella! You're dreaming, love wake up!" He gripped her shoulders and shook her lightly.
She gasped loudly as she came to, she instantly clung to his hard chest.
"Bane, they're here. They're staging a revolt. Please, believe me." She panted, reflecting back to her dream.
He held her close, his eyes dark as he thought of the people planning something. She repeated her harsh nightmare. The people built up an army, they stormed their home taking them both hostage. She was made to watch as they unloaded several rounds into Bane's chest. The pain felt so real, she felt as though she had really lost him.
He assured her he would have Barsad and his men search every building, and that he would never leave her side.
"Bane." She whispered against his skin.
"Yes, love?" He ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm sorry I'm weak." She mumbled
He drew back, wanting to get a better look at her. Her eyes were glassy, she looked like she did something wrong, as if she should be ashamed of her innocence and purity. He brushed a hand up her neck to cup her cheek, he looked deep into her eyes. Oh how he wanted to kiss her, capture her lips in his and never let go, the softness of her lips was enough to send him over the edge.
"Never. Never say that. Are you ashamed of your ability to love? Feel compassion and trust? Despite the challenging life you've been dealt you have blossomed into a beautiful soul. No, my little one, never be sorry for that."
His words sent sparks throughout her body, she couldn't hide the smile that played on her lips. This man that she'd met only months before treated her better than anyone she'd ever known. He knew just what to say, he understood her pain and did everything in his power to comfort her. She loved him more than she thought she could love someone, he was everything to her.
"Oh Bane."
Was all she could muster, his words taking over her. She nuzzled her face deep in his neck, trailing soft kisses along his skin. He gripped her tighter, loving the warmth of her intimate touches.

And like he promised, he ordered Barsad and the rest of his available men to tighten their patrols and search the buildings. They were ordered to seize anything they deemed suspicious.
The day went by peacefully, Annella was planning a special dinner for them, she even planned to wear the dress she had been saving. She'd picked it up when Barsad had taken her shopping to pick out more clothes, Bane made sure she never had to want for anything. He wanted her to have anything her heart desired, and tonight she desired him, she craved his touch. Even more so she craved his kiss, the taste of his full lips made her eyes cloud, made her knees weak and her panties wet. She called him from the kitchen, smoothing the tight material around her hips. She took a deep breath in when she heard his footsteps grow louder as they traveled from the den, where he had been working at his desk.
He wasn't sure whether it was the fact that the dress hugged her body like a second skin or if it was the deep red fabric it was made of. He was sure it had to be both by the way he felt his manhood press against his pants as his eyes roamed her body. She smiled widely as she made her way over to the table, placing their empty plates down amongst the several platters filled with food.
He eased into a seat, he watched as she stood next to him and scooped a hearty helping out onto his plate. He felt a growl grow in his throat as he watched her lick the white smudge of mashed potatoes from her thumb. He stared hungrily at her lips, he longed for the feeling of her warm tongue. She leaned beside him to grab another plate, her scent was so intoxicating, it filled his every sense, made him crave her even more. He leaned back a little in his chair as she continued, busily filling his plate with various foods, not letting him lift a finger. His eyes traveled down her body, his need for her grew, he fought back the urge to run a hand down her back, he knew if he were to touch her it would be game over. His growing ache for her would take over before she even had a chance to sit down. He swallowed hard, his eyes roamed her curves, they seemed to threaten to bust out of the thin seams. He loved her curves, they were one of the many things that made her beautiful. He felt his anger flare when he reflected back to that day in court when her mother criticized her full hips, as if they were a bad thing. When his eyes moved to her chest he knew he was done for, her breasts pushed firmly against the bust line of the dress, begging him to take what was his. Just as he was about to grab her wrist to pull her hard into him to rip that dress off of her and ravish her until she was begging him to make her his, Barsad burst through the door.
Barsad quivered at the darkness in Bane's eyes, he knew he had come in at the wrong moment, he would have waited but the news was urgent.
"Sir..it's well we found some men. I'm not sure how they got in but they are working with Commimssioner Gordon, we followed them into one of the homeless buildings. I wanted to get further orders from you on exactly what should be done." Barsad informed, his eyes darted to floor, attempting to avoid Bane's harsh expression.
"Barricade the building, let no one in or out until I get there. Now. Leave." Bane ordered, narrowing his eyes.
He caught her hand in his as he stood, pulling her hard into his chest. His sudden movement made her gasp, her body arched into his touch.
"When we get back, I will take what's mine." He growled against her ear.
His words making her shudder, his possessiveness drove her lust wild, she knew she was his and only his. He brushed his mask against her hair before releasing her from his grip, he took a moment to retrieve their jackets. He shrugged on his before holding open hers for her to slip into. He made sure to button every button and even laced the small belt, he didn't want anyone getting a sly glimpse at his girl. A hiss escaped the mask when he felt her brush her lips against his cheek bone, she stood on her tip toes and strained to place small kisses against the exposed skin of his face before she trailed her lips onto the cool metal.
He tugged her hand into his as he lead her out the door and down the hallway, he was determined not to let anything happen to her.
She recognized the huge building as the old town hall, now a dingy brown color it was littered with people roaming aimlessly.
Bane's men waited patiently by the doors, ready to follow any order given. At Bane's motion they stormed through the large doors, screams echoed out as shots were fired into the air of the building.
"Never let go." Bane glanced down at her, gripping her hand as they followed the armed men through the doors.
She quickened her steps attempting to keep up with his as they climbed the long staircase. His men cleared the way, leading them to the second level of the building. In a blur she felt her back hit hard against a wall, she shook away her clouded vision to come face to face with Bane's broad chest. He was pressing his body against hers, it was when she heard rapid gunfire echoe a little too close for her liking that she realized what had happened. Bane's men were met with an ambush of armed men, when shots began to fill the air Bane had pushed her against the wall, shielding her with his body. It was true, he would take a bullet, a stab, a hard blow before he would let anything happen to her. She buried her face against the material of his vest, her hand still laced in his.
Everything went silent. She stifled a protest when she felt the pressure of Bane's body against hers disappear. She followed his lead through the corridor, littered with bloody bodies. Her eyes wandered from each limp body that lay slumped against the marble floor, she quickly stopped her feet when she felt Bane come to a halt. She followed his gaze, another body, this one fighting for life.
"I'll die before I talk.." The officer whispered up at Bane's towering figure.
Her eyes widened at the boldness of this man, it was obvious he was not aware of what Bane was capable of.
Bane took a step closer to the man, cocking his head as he continued to stare down at him.
"I'm on your schedule, Captain." Bane stated.
This was the only time Bane let go of her hand, but she soon felt his grip on the back side of her thigh as though to steady himself as he lowered his knee onto the man's throat.
She ran a hand down the back of Bane's neck, tracing her fingers against the soft skin. She attempted to focus her attention on the feeling of his skin under her finger tips instead of the bulging eyes of the man as he was crushed under Bane's weight.
It was the sudden sound of Barsad's voice that pulled her attention away from Bane's soft skin.
"There were people living upstairs." Barsad relayed, gripping his gun to his chest.
With a heavy sigh Bane turned towards him "Round the bouts of judgement."
She felt a tug on her leg as he adjusted himself to stand.
"And hang them, where the world can see." He instructed, walking over to Barsad, motioning towards the dead bodies of the men who attempted to free Gotham from his hands.
He had every intention of leaving, going back to their home and finishing what had been rudely interrupted. But it was when he turned to face her that he saw her, whispering and motioning to something, someone in the corner.
"Annella. Who are you talking to?" Bane asked, his tone conveyed it more as an order.
"It's..them." She mumbled towards the corner, where two of Bane's men where attempting to hide, as they whispered filthy comments at her.
He craned his neck in their direction, his temper flared as he caught sight of them making gestures towards her, they were oblivious to Bane's gaze. She watched as his eyes darted towards the men, his jaw clenched. The men's snickering was halted immediatly when they realized they were caught, his massive chest heaving with rage.
"Care to share the joke?" Bane's tone as dark as his eyes.
The men's mouths gaped, they were at a loss for words.
"Please go on, tell us what you were talking about. Now." Bane dictated, taking a hold of the one man's jaw.
"I..we were, um, saying how.." The gruff man swallowed hard, wincing as Bane tightened his grip on the man's jaw.
"We'd love..to see her..pretty lips..on-on our dicks." The man whimpered, knowing his fate.
Bane's eyes blackened even more, his mask hissed loudly as he snapped the man's jaw with a simple twist, his body falling to the floor.
"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?" Bane roared down at the wailing man.
"How about you? What do you think of MY beautiful girl? Care to share?" He turned toward the second man.
"Care to remark about her lovely body? You've already helped yourself with your stares!" Bane shouted, making the man cower further back against the wall. In a quick motion his body lay motionless next to the other man who continued to squirm in pain.
"Do I have to remind you all of what's MINE?" His voice boomed through the corridor, his wild eyes scanning the remaining men.
"She belongs to me. Never to be touched by anyone's hands but Mine. I will end each of your lives without hesitation just like I did with these filthy pigs!" Bane's rage coursed heavily through his veins, his boot fell hard against the squirming man, he fell silent instantly.
Bane took a step towards her, about to lace his hand in hers when he was stopped by the sudden echo of an applause. He whipped around to be met with all too familiar dark eyes, her lips curled into a wicked grin. He gripped Annella's hand tighly in his, securing her by his side, he wouldn't let Talia near her.