Do not own Bane or TDKR or any Batman content. Kali Blake is mine.

It wasn't long before the girl got up, and without a word headed deeper into the caves. Bane shot to his feet, and she spun, looking at him questioningly.
"I can't go to the bathroom without you watching?" She asked sarcastically.
He was caught off guard by that comment, but he didn't trust her to just wander off. What if it was a trick?
"Why don't you show me around?" He asked.
She sighed, and then started walking again. In a few minutes she'd shown him where 'the bathroom' was, along with dead end caves, ones that dropped off into darkness, and one that contained water. There were two pools, one smaller and higher than the other. She told him the smaller one she used for drinking, and the lower she had used for bathing and washing her bandages.
"What bandages?" Bane questioned.
She seemed uncomfortable under his stare, and more so by the question. After a moment, she lifted the side of her shirt. Bandages, made from torn cloth, were wrapped around much of her torso.
"I had to break a window to get out, but I didn't think of all the broken glass when I jumped." She said quietly.
A few of the cuts were exposed, and they were red around the edges, the first sign of infection.
"How long have you been here?" He asked.
"A few days, maybe four."
He sighed slightly. Well, he knew where everything was now at least.
"Now, if you don't mind, I need to pee." She said, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
He groaned inside, and without another word headed back for the fire. As far as he knew, the entrance to the cave was the only way in or out, and she couldn't sneak past him.

She returned, and not long after that fell asleep curled up tight under the blanket. He watched her for a short time, wondering how someone as tiny and frail as her had climbed all the way up into this cave. How did she plan on getting home? She was definitely American. He began to wonder what this girl had been through. That was not something he'd never had to face in the pit. The men had left him alone, even though he wasn't nearly as strong then as he was now. The pit brought back memories of Talia. Of the brutal attack he'd faced for helping her escape. He remembered how he'd openly welcomed death, and then an angel fell from above and rescued him. They'd given him the mask. Talia's father trained him, made him stronger than he'd ever hoped to be. The pain he'd felt when he was banished, and how Talia had not tried to convince her father to let him stay. He had only heard from her twice since then. The first was when her father had died. She hoped he would come back, be by her side again. "Old friend" she'd called him. The second was that she knew who had killed her father, and that she had a plan. She would need his help, but not for some time. There were many steps, many things that needed to be done first. He missed that devilish smile she had when she was being mischievous...

Bane awoke to the clatter of metal. Again he was on his feet, ready for the attack, ready for anything. The girl stood frozen a few feet from him, holding two old canteens in her hand. Slowly, she continued moving to her spot and sat down, eyes never leaving his.
"I found these. Some hikers must have left them. I brought some water." She said carefully.
After a moment he sat back down, groaning as his tensed muscles stretched. This girl was far too sketchy for him. How had she snuck off without awaking him? How long had she been moving around while he slept? He hadn't even realized he had dozed off. She pushed one towards him wordlessly, and took a few sips from her own. He noticed there was a reddish tinge to her skin, and wondered just how bad some of her wounds were. Fever meant the infection had reached the blood, and without medical attention, she could very likely die. He paused, wondering why the hell he cared if she lived or died. Maybe she reminded him of Talia far too much. He cursed how soft he was towards this stranger.

"Let me see your wounds." He said, startling her.
She eyed him cautiously. She took a moment, and then slowly moved towards him. She pulled the back of the shirt up to her shoulders, revealing the strips that crossed over much of her back. She carefully took the strips off, and he cringed at what lie underneath. Deep cuts covered her in every direction. All had red raised skin around them, and were undoubtedly infected. There were some on her ribs as well, but she assured him they didn't go any higher than that.
"You need to clean these out again, and wash these bandages. If these get any more infected you'll be dead by the end of the week." He stated simply.
She nodded, and without another word took a branch from the fire, a few smaller sticks, and the blanket, and headed down into the darkness. He sighed, relieved he'd have some time away from her. He carefully removed his mask. It was always uncomfortable when the thin, short needles pulled from his gums. Half the canisters on the mask held pure oxygen filters to help him breath. The others had the needles connected to them, and were filled with a potent form of Novocaine, which was injected into his gums at certain intervals. All his teeth had been shattered, and left his mangled nerves exposed and in constant agony. His lips had been battered and torn, at one point a tear went from his lip to his chin. He ran his scarred tongue over his dry lips, and then carefully drank the icy water. He reached into his pack and found the few pouches of food he had made for the mission. He could only eat food that had been turned into smoothie form, and some things were never meant to be smoothies. He cringed as he swallowed the contents of one, some protein veggie mixture. He drank more water, and then carefully put the mask back on, wincing as the needles sunk back in. In the distance, he heard splashing, and an involuntary image of the girl naked flashed through his mind.

He'd been with three women before he'd been tossed into the pit. The first two he could not remember, but the third... the third was the reason he'd been sent to hell. He cursed that mistake even now. Not long after, Kali returned wrapped tightly in only the blanket. She carefully spread her clothes and the bandages out on the rock beside the fire to dry. She then sat down again, careful not to meet his gaze. A sex slave... He sighed in disgust at the creatures that roamed this world. He wanted to explore more, and with her clothing wet she wouldn't be running away any time soon. He got up, and saw her flinch and move away from him. She held the blanket tightly around herself.
"Child... you do not need to fear me. You've been through enough." He said softly.
She looked at him then, eyes hollow and full of sadness. Without another word, he walked away into the darkness.

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