I became aware of the world as my head hit a soft surface. Looking down beneath me, I saw an old-looking leather couch.
What the hell…?
" 'Ts about time that you woke up."
I looked to the side to see Barsad staring down at me.
"How long was I out?
"Hmm… aboouuttt… three hours? I'm honestly surprised that that beating didn't kill you. You sure are one tough little cookie."
"Yeah, well, Bane didn't just take me in for my impossibly good looks and luck now, did he?"
Barsad scoffed and sighed, shaking his head.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain forced me back down again.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy there hon, you got banged up pretty bad!"
"What happened?"
Barsad scratched his stubbly-beard.
"Well, we ALL heard your little, *ahem* SCREAMING match, aaaaand heard the sound of your ass really being kicked. When Bane came out with you over his shoulder, I honestly thought you were dead! But hey, you were still a' breathen. He asked me to take good care of ya'."
"What do I have broken?"
"Left and right clavicle, both arms dislocated, some really gross looking cuts, two shiners, busted lips, broken nose, and a cracked/ shattered radius."
"Huh. Could 'a been worse.-"
"He also took away your medicine.
"WHATTTTTT?!"
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Bane climbed out of the elevator, to see Tex asleep on the couch, and Barsad tending to her face. Upon hearing the elevators –ding! - He looked up to face his confused boss.
"She hasn't woken up yet?"
"Oh no, she has sir, but when she heard you took her medicine away, she practically lost it, and passed out again. She was pretty pissed."
"Alright, leave us."
"Sir."
He stood and walked out of the apartment.
Bane strode the length of the room, and circled to the front of the leather couch.
She really did look like crap.
He looked to his left to see the first-aid supplies that Barsad had been using.
Taking up the damp wash-cloth, he gently ran it over her face and neck, cleaning it of the dried, brown blood. He saw that Barsad had re-set her nose, and had stitched some of the major cuts on her forehead and above her left and right eyebrows. He had also casted her arm, and had re-located her shoulders.
The surgeon for his army had also bolted her clavicles back together; he had bent the metal when he punched her.
The metal!
Bane did not enjoy hurting Tex, infact, he hated it.
But yet sometimes, even she had to be put back into her place. He was the alpha, and she always needed to remember that.
Picking her up, he went into the bedroom that would soon be hers. Laying her on the bed, he gently removed her simple black shirt, and looked down at her.
The plastic casing around her ribcage was a light pink, made to suit her skin tone, but her absence from the sun from the time they had made in the sewers made it really contrast to her now ghostly-pale skin.
He reached over to her left side, and undid the latches. There were three of them, keeping the protective outer-casing from shifting. Opening them, there was a small hiss, as the plating opened just under her breasts. He could see every one of her lower ribs. Although, the white bone was harder to see through the thick bands of metal, lacing up through them all. The screws kept them from shifting, and small surgical-like tubes ran along the side of them, just like his own mask.
This is how he had fixed Tex.
Then just take the money back!"
"sorry kid, da' boss don' like it when he losses dat' much moneys to a little girl."
"no-no…aughhhhhhnnn!"
Bane quickened his step, to see three men brutally assaulting a small girl, probably in her late teen's. They were beating her chest in with a metal pipe, and he could, from 15 yards away, hear the crunching of her bones.
He was reminded of the Pit beating.
Rushing forewords, be bashed two of the men's heads together, efficiently breaking both of their skulls.
He turned to the other two, and picked up the now-abandoned pipe, striking them both down with it. The last man attempted to run, he appeared to be the boss, and bane put one hand on each side of his head, and pulled, breaking it into.
*cough cough cough! *
Bane looked over to the girl. Blood soaked her black and blue-streaked hair, and her shirt was torn open from the rough edges of the rusty pipe.
He started to near her, but she reared back, then screamed in pain at the movement of her torso.
Kneeling down, Bane took her head in his hands. The girl was going into shock, and was losing a lot of blood. He looked down, to see her ribs cracked and broken. This girl would probably not make it…
'No, she will make it. I'll make sure of it!'
Bane remembered taking her to the doctors that had fixed him. The bands of metal being screwed into place, her cries. And her screams! She had several other scars on her hands, from where she had tried to block them, and had a ruined eye. He knew not how, but they had fixed it, injecting some fluid into the iris. Turning it to a bright neon-green
She took a similar type of drug that he did, a venom. But it worked very differently on her body. She had to inject it into the tubes three times a month, and she needed Bane to help her with this.
And he had just denied her that medicine.
She wouldn't die, probably, but she would be in so much pain… he was angry with himself, for being so cruel. She had gone through what he had gone through, but without a light, or a protector. He took her in, and became her rock, her protector.
Reassured that the metal was indeed not broken, he closed her back up, and snapped the necessary latches back into place.
He lay down on the bed next to her, shrugging off his metal armor and his coat. His large arms encircled her dainty waist, and held her to him, in a way that was not very painful to her.
They laid there for some time, the only sounds heard was of her soft breathing.
….
Warm, she felt warm. Why was she so warm?
I turned over to see Bane holding me around the waist.
I ALSO noticed that I was ONLY in my BRA.
"Where the FUCK IS MY SHIRT?!"
*SLAM!*
I raised my head and yelled, making Bane seize up and fall off of the bed.
Quickly realizing how my body screamed at my sudden outburst, I cringed, laying back down on my back. I could feel the plastic plating on my waist pulling at the bars and tubes below. Had he opened me up?
"How are you feeling?"
Bane had recovered from his momentary shock, and had climbed back upon the bed, kneeling down next to me. He placed one huge paw of a hand on my forehead, and the other lay on my right hip.
"Like a fucking tank just rolled over me. OH! Wait a minute!..." (Note the sarcasm.)
Bane moved his hand to lift me under my neck, and rolled my hip, so that I was facing up towards him. If his mask had not been there, we would have practically been kissing.
"You were out of line my dear, you needed to be put back into place. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?"
I looked into his eyes. Those dark, beautiful eyes. Deep, swimming oceans of gray. I felt the sudden need to touch him. To tear off his mask and kiss him. Devour his mouth with my own. God, what I wouldn't give to taste him!
Raising my hand to his cheek, I muted the little voices in my head, telling me to stop. They were no help at all.
I touched the soft skin just below his left eye, gently stroking it, and massaging it. His eyes closed, and he attempted to stifle a moan. His attempts were futile though, as it escaped out of his lips, and through the filtering mask. His moans driving me on, I leaned up, as much as my injured body would allow me, and kissed in the crook of his large neck, reveling at how the muscles twitched and tensed under my gentile, soft caresses.
When my body ached and complained to me, pain searing through my veins, I lay back down, eyes cast downwards in submissiveness.
Bane understood that she was in pain, but she still showed him her loyalty to him, showing him that he was in control. Her soft body lay beside him now, chest heaving and teeth grinding in her pain, no doubt from her injuries.
In a simple black bra, the tops of her breasts were visible, a good D-cup. The flesh there was the most that was uncovered in scars. They looked so soft. So touchable…
But then he looked at her face. Her beautiful face, covered in a mop of blue and black hair, drenched in sweat, eyes clenched shut, not helping the swelling, I might add, her cuts sporting drops of blood. Her pain was obviously immense, and I stood up to enter the spacious bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. Looking inside, I found a bottle of strong pain killers, and filled up a glass of cool water. Going back into the bedroom, I leaned her head up to me.
"Here, drink this. It will help with the pain."
She looked up at him through dark, long lashes, and then nodded, swallowing the pills, and chugging the remaining amount of the water.
Settling back down on the blankets, she groaned.
I moved around the bed, taking off her combat-boots, and her socks. Also, I went back into the main room of the new apartment. Grabbing the duffle bag full of her old belongings, I returned once again, to the room. She looked at me with confused and pain filled eyes, as I undid her belt and her cargo-pants, easily sliding them off of her. Reaching into the bag, I drew out a pair of dark-purple shorts that she usually wore when she exercised, or would work out.
I slid them over her legs, till they fit snuggly around her perfect hips.
Her perfect hips…..
He let his hands wander slowly down her legs, reveling at their toned firmness.
"Stop."
Tex slowly reached town and touched the top of my head with the very tips of her fingers. I froze.
"Why should I?"
I felt her shiver
..
I shivered. Was it from the sudden coldness in the room, or the husky lust in his voce, I wasn't sure. But I knew this was not the right time. And I did not want him to receive and pleasure from anything! How dare he try to touch me like this?! He had just beat the living crap out of me, and now expected me to lay dormant in his arms and let him have his ways with me. I should have voiced this but-
"Please… my body can't take anything else right now. I must heal. Please. Bane?"
I hated how weak and stupid I felt, as if all of my pride and self-respect had just been flushed down the toilet. It was not a good feeling
…
She was not telling me the truth, she was lying. Could she not see and/or feel what angering me can do?!
"Just kill me Bane."
Now that as not expecting…