Disclaimer: Do not own Bane or any TDKR related content. Kali Blake is mine.

Kali returned to the apartment, too weary to care that Bane was waiting outside for her. She ignored him completely as she moved around him, pulling the key to the front door out of her pocket. The fury Bane kept under control rolled off him in heated waves. She sighed heavily as he followed her inside.

"What do you want?" She asked in a clipped tone, spinning around on him.

There was that predatory look, the one that had not so long ago terrified her to the core. He couldn't scare her anymore. Now, she rolled her eyes and moved up the stairs. She walked into her apartment, getting irritated as he continued to follow her. Silent.

She sighed in disgust, turning on him again, pinning him with a menacing glare. Bane only chuckled.

"So ferocious." He teased.

"What do you want Bane?" Kali growled angrily, hands curling into fists.

"You were supposed to leave with your father. Since you have stayed, it is only proper that I ensure you don't get killed before the grand finale." He said, sounding bored.

His fury from earlier seemed to have evaporated. He clearly had some trick up his sleeve, but Kali as too tired to care. Her head was beginning to throb. She shoved past him, stepping open broken furniture, and went into the kitchen, digging through a collection of pill bottles in the cabinet. She found the one she was looking for and swallowed two of the oval blue pills without water.

She wordlessly headed for her chilly bedroom, and slammed the door behind her. But the door didn't slam as Bane pushed his way into the room. Now Kali was pissed.

"Get out." She snarled at him.

"Or what?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Bane realized he had pushed her too far when suddenly everything in her seemed to explode into a raging inferno, and she was at him faster than he could react. In a blur of speed she had landed a few furious hits straight to his face, right at his mask. He stumbled back, staring at her as she struck him again, smashing open her fist on the sharp metal of his mask. She was unfazed as blood gushed from her hand, as she continued to attack him.

And suddenly Bane realized she had gotten him into the hall, and then she slammed the door in his face. A second later he heard her shove the bed against the door, and only silence followed.

Kali crumpled against the mattress, her adrenaline dying quickly as the pain meds first drowsy effects took place. She slumped into the bathroom, holding her bleeding hand under the icy water for a few minutes. With her other hand she searched the drawers under the counter until she found a large roll of gauze and tape. Carefully, she wrapped the wound with a piece of gauze and hoped it would stop gushing.

Bane stood frozen outside the door. He knew Kali knew he could get through the door like it was made of paper. He listened as she went to tend to her hand, and sighed heavily, leaning against the wall. His fury simmered, but he would not let himself lose control again. He had seen the bruises he left on her, and he hated himself for it.

This was no longer the innocent girl he had fallen in love with. He had inadvertently created this girl, this trained killer. He had altered her fate. Because of him, the Kali he knew was dead and gone, and this Kali would die for a cause that had never really been her own. If only he had just left when he should have. His love had poisoned her.

Kali awoke with a groan. Her head hurt, her hand hurt, she was sore... Kali sat up stiffly, eyeing the door next to her. She listened, and heard nothing. Maybe he finally left. Carefully, she pulled the bed away from the door and cracked it open. Cautiously she went into the living room, scowling at what she saw. Everything had been set back to where it should be, the broken pieces sitting in a neat pile in the corner. Bane lay awkwardly on the collapsed couch, breathing so light even from this distance she could barely hear it.

Kali went into the kitchen, finding some aspirin for her headache. She drank the last of the orange juice in the fridge, and sighed heavily as she sat at the kitchen table. She was out of food, again, and she remembered she had left her bag of groceries when she had encountered the Joker's men. She was starving. Going back to her bedroom, she eyed Bane warily. He had not moved yet.

She had very little clothing, and it wasn't the warmest. She pulled off the clothes she had on, covered in blood stains and damp from the cold and sweat. She dug through her small bag, trying to find a heavier shirt to wear, when she heard the door behind her creak open.

Kali turned slowly and Bane looked over her, eyes blazing with anger. Kali was covered in scars, not just from her kidnapping, but most were recent and clearly from her training. What was once soft and lean was now sharp angles and hard muscle. So damaged, so frozen and cold... Bane moved towards her, catching both fists as she tried to fend him off.

There was no panic, no fear in her eyes. Just anger and hatred. He pressed her gently against the wall, staring into her eyes, those mesmerizing green eyes that cut straight to his soul. He held her there, arms held above her head, and just stared into her eyes for a moment. Then he leaned forward, closing his eyes, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Forgive me." He whispered.

She stilled, and he felt her ragged breathing calm as she ceased to struggle against his hold. For what felt like an eternity, they stayed that way. Bane could not look into her eyes again and see that hatred that burned just for him. With a single word, he would leave and never see her again. He would live his final days wishing for something he had forsaken.

Kali smoothly slipped her arms free of his hands as he pressed them against the wall on either side of her, head dropped, eyes closed. She reached to the sides of the mask and found the clasps, and gently undid them. She pulled the mask free carefully and dropped it to the floor.

"Bane." She breathed.

Slowly, he met her gaze, and she looked at him for a long time. Cool fingers traced his hideous scars. There, he caught a glimpse of the Kali he loved, the sweet girl who saw past his scars. She mixed and melded into the hardened Kali before him, but she was still Kali. His love had poisoned her, but he loved her just the same.

They both broke at the exact same second, and their kiss was enough to melt glaciers.

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