The bright sunlight suddenly shining into her room due to some sort of fierce action that was unknown to her at the moment caused Jenna to groan, the light even blinding with her eyes closed, and with furrowed eyebrows she clutched her blanket tighter and started to pull it over her head. She grew confused, however, when some other force was pulling it from her grasp, and when her blanket was practically ripped from her hands she leaned up slightly and opened her eyes – a bad idea – and through all the light she saw her mother walking away from her bed. She closed her eyes again and plopped back down onto her pillow, figuring that it was her mom who had ripped open her dark red curtains. A headache already starting to form, the light burning and blinding, having to deal with her mother first thing in the morning... this day was already destined to be bad.

"Jenna, get up," Mia was saying as she moved about the room, picking up stray objects to put them in places she considered to be more appropriate. "It's already nine thirty. We have a fitting to go to today," she went on to explain as she paused in front of Jenna's vanity mirror to fix her hair. Jenna kept her eyes closed, and she made a somewhat disgusted face as she shook her head. Who cares?

When Mia turned around and saw her daughter hadn't moved a muscle, she let out a sigh and stepped back over to the bed to sit down on the edge of it next to Jenna's curled up frame. "Jenna Marie," she started in a sterner voice. "You need to get up. Where did you go last night?"

This caught Jenna's attention, and she let out a sigh as she kept her eyes closed. "I was hungry."

"Hungry?" Mia repeated. "What does that mean, Jenna?" She sounded frustrated.

"It's means I was hungry," Jenna said slower, unable to help her crisp tone. "Rodger and I left to go get food."

"We had food here, Jenna," Mia said back with a sigh. "That is just-"

"You know I don't like all that fancy food, Mom," Jenna said as she finally forced herself to open her eyes, deciding a cup of coffee and a nice trip out of the house was the only thing that had the potential to save her day. Mia was staring at her daughter as she made her way off of the bed, and her eyes followed Jenna as she stepped over to her vanity to put a cloth headband over her head to hold her hair back and out of her face until she had the opportunity to shower.

"Since when?" Mia asked now as Jenna stepped over to her walk-in closet, and she rolled her eyes as she pulled out a pair of black leggings and a long, gray t-shirt.

"Since forever, Mom," Jenna replied. Mia still looked overly shocked and confused, but Jenna thought nothing of this. The only thing her own mother knew about her was what she looked like. She had no clue what preferences Jenna had in trivial things, like foods and colors, what she wanted to do with her life (which she wasn't even so sure about herself) or how she truly felt about her parents and herself. But it wasn't like Jenna could talk to her parents about anything. It was always in one ear and out the other. If it wasn't about their current city, the house, modeling, cars, her father's 'secret' business, money or place in society, it just wasn't important. That was why Jenna closed the closet door behind her to finish getting dressed, letting her Mom stew in her own confusion on the bed, and a moment later she opened the door, tossing her pajamas on the floor before she grabbed her purse.

"Jenna you could have told me you were leaving. I was worried."

Yeah, worried. You never even fucking called me to see where I was, Jenna thought to herself as she stepped out of her bedroom door. "You looked busy," she replied blandly as she started down the stairs, her mother stopping at the railing that over-looked the great hall from the upstairs hallway after she had followed her out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Mia asked loudly now as she watched her daughter start to the front door.

"Coffee," Jenna answered simply before she disappeared out of the door. She walked quickly down her driveway, nodding with a slight smile at the gate keeper in his own little booth at the side of the driveway, and just as she knew there would be, two limos were waiting behind the gate alongside the curb. Having limos parked and ready to go was a service her parents paid extra for, and something Jenna could never understand. But at the moment all she wanted was a cup of coffee, so she disregarded any thoughts about her parents and smiled slightly at the limo driver who rounded the front of the car to open the back door for her. She paused immediately, however, recognizing the mustache and beard on the head that wore sunglasses and a chauffeur hat, and her lips parted as her eyes narrowed while Isaac stepped up to her. He paused too, pretending to be shocked, and he slowly took his sunglasses off from his face.

"Isaac?" Jenna asked, confusion and a slightly nervous feeling flooding her body. What was this random man doing here, again?

Isaac smiled as his eyes widened slightly, and he debated with himself quickly over which issue to address first. "Wow, normally people of your culture don't remember names very well."

Jenna continued to stare at him until she bowed her head to shake it with a small grin, remembering her mother's words from last night.

"You're a limo driver?" Jenna asked now as she looked back up to stare into his blue eyes.

"Uh... yeah," Isaac started. "I know this may seem a bit creepy, but my boss assigned me to come here and... hang out, pretty much." This was not a lie, and Isaac fought to hide his grin. "It's some weird request your parents made here. But uh, yeah. This is embarrassing. I was supposed to be driving your mother somewhere in the afternoon." He let out a false, nervous sounding laugh.

Jenna was still staring at him, though her expression had softened. "So, this is what you're the co-manager of? A limo service company? You know, if my mom finds that out she'll brood over the fact that she invited a chauffeur to one of her events. She'll probably even go as far to do everything in her power to get you fired."

"A driver isn't considered high class?" Isaac asked back as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh god no, not to her," Jenna replied, finding it slightly odd how easy it was to talk to him, though at the same time, if Isaac really was a limo driver, shouldn't he be better about preforming his duties?

"But... it was a charity event."

"I know," Jenna replied with a roll of her eyes. "She makes no sense. But I'm confused," she changed the topic quickly. "You said last night that you do 'a bit of everything', and that you're the co-manager of a company. So, why are you driving the limo? Shouldn't you have more important stuff to do?" She couldn't help but to still have a hint of doubt and skepticism over this situation still, regardless of how nice he was.

Damn, she's blunt, Isaac thought to himself, but he forced himself to smile. "My boss owns a few companies. See, we've been... friends... since before he started all of them," he lied. "And I drive the limos sometimes because I want to."

Jenna nodded her head slowly, not sure if she believed him fully. His answer seemed odd, but at the same time she knew it was a possibility. Maybe she had finally met the one person in Gotham who wasn't some rich, hot-headed asshole and had more of a busy life than hanging around charity events and criticizing people. Isaac stepped closer to the car now and he opened the back door finally.

"Shall we?"

Jenna smiled at him slightly before she leaned down to get into the limo, and once her legs were inside Isaac closed the door and rounded the limo to get into the driver's side. He turned the car on and took a deep breath, reminding himself to drive smoothly and simply. Driving slow and cautiously was something he was barely capable of anymore, so with this reminder in his mind he slowly pushed his foot to the gas pedal, and crept the car through the neighborhood, trying to appear like he actually belonged to a professional limo service. Plan's in action, he thought to himself, satisfied.

Jenna was staring out of the window, watching the thick trees in her neighborhood go by as the end of Summer sun rose higher in the sky, and with a small sigh, her headache seeming to grow worse, she faced herself forward and laid her head on the back of the seat. Isaac glanced up to stare at her through the mirror for a moment before he dropped his eyes back down to the road.

"So where are we going?"

Jenna kept her eyes closed. "The Starbucks on 5th and Main," she answered. Isaac said nothing else as he turned out of her neighborhood, and a short ten minutes later he was parking in front of the Starbucks. Jenna opened her door before Isaac could get out to do so, and she said nothing as she grabbed her purse to step out of the car while she noticed Isaac take out his phone from his pocket. People who had been sitting outside or walking by on the sidewalk glanced and stared at her as she started to the door, and she kept her face blank. She hated how everyone had to always look at her, their judging eyes constantly analyzing her every move. It was like she was famous for no reason, all because of her parents and their responsibility for their participation in rebuilding the city after that Bane guy disappeared... or died.

It was one of the first things Jenna and her family had been informed of when they first moved into their house in more detail. Reporters went crazy with asking questions on her parent's opinions of it all, but when they asked her for her thoughts, she always had the same thing to say: "no comment". Jenna didn't care. Sure, it would have been horrible to have been in the city when all that she heard about was happening, with all the explosions, trapped police officers and everyone living a fend-for your-life type of lifestyle as they all waited for some giant bomb to go off, but the fact was she wasn't there for all of that. Now this guy was gone, and the city seemed to be thriving for the most part.

But Jenna would be lying if she said she didn't care completely. She knew of Gotham's history, and thinking about it deeper or for too long only made her desire to move away stronger. Her new home city seemed to be notorious for the worst of the worst, and the fact that her parents even wanted to live here blew her mind away. Sure, she had plans of leaving as soon as possible, but those plans were undefined, and truth was she had no idea how to go about them. She stepped into the line, and she glanced past the three people in front of her to look at the workers behind the counter. They looked miserable, and Jenna was not prepared to live the rest of her life in more misery. Her parents were horrible, and she hated being recognized, but it seemed her life was destined to be that of a celebrity. What if she was to get some normal job in the city? Nobody would let the idea of Jenna Silvera having some 9-5 job go unnoticed. She was better than that, wasn't she, people would think. Her mother was a model, her father a wealthy dealership owner where he supplied Vipers and Lamborghinis and other cars of the sort. The sight of Jenna working at a Starbucks or department store would be a tragedy for her family and serve to be nothing but gossip for Gotham. She's good enough to be a model, or an actress. But was she?

Jenna didn't want any of it. She didn't want a 9-5 job, and she most certainly did not want a job that called any attention to herself, at least not in Gotham. But in order to even think about getting out of the city she had to start with a job somewhere. Like her parents would ever supply her with enough money to ship her out of the city. They had their hooks in her, and they were deep.

She sighed now as she moved up in line, knowing she'd just have to cope with everything for a little bit longer. Eventually, the Silvera name would die down, and they would be just another wealthy family living in Gotham, just like everyone else. With further thought, she took a moment to be appreciative of the fact she was not a Wayne family member of any kind. That would be terrible, and something that would never die down.

After purchasing her simple large cup of coffee, she turned to exit the building without a word and as she headed toward the limo her cell phone began to ring.

"Hey Rodger," she greeted once she had pulled it out of her pocket and answered.

"Hey, Jenna. You think you could stop by for a second?"

"Sure, why?" She asked as she opened the door to the limo to step inside.

"I can't find my snake..." Rodger replied. "My parents are gonna be home soon and my mom will flip and kick me out to the streets if she finds out it's lose somewhere in the house."

"How'd you manage to lose a three foot boa, Rodger?" Jenna asked, her question causing Isaac to glance at her through the mirror.

"I don't know, can you just hurry please?"

Jenna grinned. "Yeah I'll be there in a sec." She hung up her phone and turned to place it in her purse. "Gotta go to Chestnut Street," Jenna said as she zipped up her bag. "It's off of Montgomery," she added.

"Someone lost a snake?" Isaac asked as he pulled away from the curb. Jenna glanced up to him. Weren't limo drivers supposed to be silent and mind their own business?

"My friend," she answered. "He's kind of... absent-minded sometimes."

"You don't fear snakes?"

Jenna's eyebrows met in the middle. "Why would I be afraid of them?"

"Most girls are."

"Guess I'm not like most girls then."

"What makes you so unique?"

The car grew silent as Jenna stared at the back profile of his face, that suspicious feeling creeping up on her again. He had to just have been making conversation, though. Since he had met her the night before, maybe she figured that made him think he could abandon his professional ways and talk as though he was more of a taxi cab driver.

"I don't know," she answered as she glanced out of the window. Isaac glanced back at her in the mirror, and he cleared his throat before he casually asked her a new question.

"Where were you going last night?"

This question caught Jenna off guard, and she glanced forward again with narrowed eyes, her lips parting.

"My friend called," she lied. "She was scared her ex was going to go over to to her house." Why does he care?

Isaac kept a straight face as he glanced at her in the mirror. "Why would he do that?"

"They were together three years and she broke up with him over the phone," Jenna said smoothly and passively as she glanced out of the window, and with no further questions the car grew silent again as Isaac drove on. Good liar, he thought to himself. Had he not known better, he would have actually believed her story.

–

The ride went by quickly, and before Jenna knew it, she was pointing out which house to stop at, and Isaac parked the car right before Jenna pushed open the door.

"This is embarrassing, but, I need to go to a gas station. The car's almost on empty," Isaac lied as he glanced back at her. Jenna shrugged.

"Okay," she said, her tone indicating this was no big deal. "This may take a while, anyway." She closed the door behind her, and as she walked up the driveway she listened to Isaac drive away. He really wasn't the best limo driver in town, and with further thought Jenna began to feel suspicious all over again. She couldn't help it. Coincidence was never something she took seriously, and there was something that was unprofessional about Isaac as he preformed his job. If he was a co-manager of the company, why was he driving the limos? He appeared to despise the wealthy's mindset just as much as Jenna, so why would he volunteer to drive them around?

But she had dropped the issue at Rodger's door, and after half an hour of seemingly endless minutes they finally found Rodger's snake hiding on the top edge of the shower doors and returned it to the safety of its cage. After Rodger thanked her fifty times too many, Jenna asked if he would be able to skip his college classes for the night to accompany her somewhere, but Rodger had to decline, claiming that he had a big test and a quiz, but Jenna knew this was a lie. Rodger usually never did anything that could be considered fallacious, even if the offense would be miniscule. But Jenna pretended to buy his story, and after saying goodbye and promising that she'd call him later, she exited the house, trying to decide how she could get out of her fitting with her mother and what she could do for the rest of her day.

The limo was parked where it had been before, and due to the amount of time Jenna had been gone she was positive Isaac had completed his task of getting gas. She rounded the front of the car to start to the back door just as Isaac stepped out of the car suddenly, the noise catching Jenna's attention just as she placed her hand on the handle, but she noticed something different about him. His face no longer looked amused or wary, and instead the expression had been replaced with a stern and serious look, and he stared directly at her as he rounded the car himself.

"I got it," Jenna said to him as she flashed him a small, nervous smile, figuring that's what he had been coming over to do. But he ignored her, and continued walking over to her anyway. "I've got the door, it's fine," she repeated as she finally looked away from him to pull it open. She felt her heart skip several beats, however, when her eyes suddenly fell on an unfamiliar man sitting inside the car right by the door, and with wide eyes she quickly started to back up, her eyes finding Isaac as he suddenly took a large step behind her to start to force her into the limo. Her heart began to race, and despite her headache she struggled against him, moving and twisting her body awkwardly to get out of his tight grasp, and just when she felt herself losing the battle she quickly brought her feet up to place on either side of the open door's frame, and as Isaac tried to push her in she pushed in the opposite direction. She knew something had felt off about him, and she had been right. All her life she always told herself to follow her gut instinct every time, for it always proved to be right. But yet she always let herself follow the logic and go with what seemed more sensible. All she knew now was there was no way she was getting back into that limo.

She gritted her teeth as Isaac continued to push her into the car, and using all the strength she had she continued to push and thrash her upper body. But all hope was lost just seconds after she put her feet up when the man who had been sitting near the door turned to reach out finally and grab her legs, and he easily removed her feet from the door and helped Isaac with pulling her inside. Isaac shut the door immediately and ran around the car to get back into the driver seat.

Jenna continued to struggle as the man forced her to sit next to him in the middle of the seat, and at that point several things happened at once. Through her fear-filled mind, she had not even comprehended that another two men were sitting on the on the seats adjacent of her and the guy who held her, and only after the man pulled out a gun to push against her head did she freeze, finally hearing loud and eerie breaths coming from some sort of respirator, it sounded like, as Isaac started out of the neighborhood. She paused instantly, her body stiffening as she stared at the gun that was being held to her head, and now she allowed the man to force her body to turn around so she was sitting correctly on the seat before he lowered the gun to hold it above her hip, the barrel digging into her skin. Her eyes instantly found the source of the breathing, and her heart began to pound violently against her chest as her eyes widened. This man was large, with thick muscles underneath his odd and bulky vest. He had a bald head, and he barely fit in the car as he sat on the edge of the seat, his back hunched as he leaned over. His dark eyes were cold, but also curious as they stared directly into hers, his eyebrows slightly raised, but what freaked her out the most was not his size or his eyes, but the large, intimidating mask that he wore, the large metal piece covering his nose, most of his chin and jaw, the band in front extending all the way up in between his eyes and eyebrows to the back of his head. Granted she had seen him before in a picture, seeing that mask in real life was another story all together. As she fought to catch her breath, but also keep her composure –she was not going to be taken advantage of in any way due to prominent fear– she listened to him breathe for a short few seconds longer, but when he finally did speak, Jenna could feel her face twist into a quick expression of terror as a cold shock ran up her spine and lingered on the back of her neck.

"Jenna Silvera," he spoke her name slowly in some sort of odd accent, that muffled voice enunciating each sound of her name. "We meet at last."

Bane watched her face carefully, noticing in full how her slightly fearful expression turned into a hard and cold glare. "What do you want?" She asked, her voice even sterner and lower in person, and her tone was forcibly cold and bitter.

"Ah, no need for hostility, my dear! Consider this our first, formal introduction. I expect it's save to assume you know who I am?"

Jenna furrowed her eyebrows as she dug her nails into the leather seat, the voice coming through mask unlike anything she had ever heard in her life. "First?" She repeated, and as she continued to stare at Bane, her heart still racing and her body shaking slightly, she swallowed nervously when he let out a laugh.

"You really are unlike most, Jenna," Bane said. "Tell me, why didn't you bother with screaming during your... capture? Didn't your parents teach you to do so when a stranger is wronging you?"

Jenna continued to glare into his eyes, and as Isaac continued down the Gotham streets, the sun peaked out from in between a break of trees, and it shone directly onto Bane through the window, illuminating his eyes to show that they were actually a light shade of gray. This startled her slightly, but she recovered quickly. "Screaming won't get the stranger to stop. And people just close their doors and windows when they hear it."

"Ah! So you're a girl of action... and defense! Your attempts to escape this meeting were... amusing... maybe satisfactory for a woman or man who didn't know what they were doing. But you're with the real deal now, Jenna," he said, his voice pitch lowering into a muffled growl, and he bowed his head slightly as he continued to look directly into her eyes. "As you can see, Mister Barsad is quite capable of many talents, one of which you just witnessed."

"I wasn't aware kidnapping someone was a talent," Jenna interrupted as she tilted her head to the side in a daring, sassy manner.

"And I wasn't aware that wealthiness was culture," Bane returned in nearly the same tone, and he smiled from under his mask, wrinkles appearing on either side of his eyes to show he was doing so, and he watched that look of fear come over Jenna again before it faded with force. "Your mother, she seems... naïve'."

"How do you know that?" Jenna asked, her voice quieter now, and she bowed her head slightly.

"Looking intimidating doesn't make one feeble minded... Miss Silvera," he breathed. "I recorded you!" He added a second later in a higher pitch of voice, his tone suggesting she should have guessed that. "I've done my research, you see. And now I will get on to the purpose of this introduction. Your family... has something that I desire."

A look of nervousness and confusion overcame her, and Bane could see in her eyes she was most likely already thinking exactly what he was.

"Two things, actually," Bane corrected. "But you won't enjoy the latter. Your father," he began now, letting out a slow and steady breath, "isn't just a dealership businessman, is he Jenna?" The look on her face confirmed this was true. "I didn't think so. Your father, Mister Robert Silvera, secretly owns and operates a strictly underground weapons manufacturing company for a small group of officials, with a Mister Jeffery Williams."

Uncle Jeff, Jenna thought to herself. But how was it even possible that he knew that? In Jenna's immediate family, only her, her mother and her pseudo uncle knew of the company her father had started a long time ago. She realized now why she had met Isaac at the party and why he had claimed to be a limo driver –she knew it wasn't coincidence– but how had this Bane guy figured that one out?

"I want full access to his operations, therefore I am asking you, Jenna, to hand deliver me the admittance I need to the warehouse." He watched as she slowly started to shake her head, and he could see the confused look that she faked on her face. "Are you claiming you have no idea how to get in?" Bane asked now, his gaze still fixed intently on her as Isaac made a left turn, and Jenna cursed at the tinted windows and the people who could not see into them. "No matter," he went on now. "If you... fail... to give me what I ask... I will kill your parents and I will kill you as I carry out the task myself. Now, which will it be? Life through following simple directions, or death of your parents by your own unwillingness?" He took Jenna's biting of her lip, crossing her arms and looking away from him as her picking the first choice, and he leaned back in the seat, satisfied. "You don't fear me, do you, Jenna?"

A pout found Jenna's plump lips as she she stared out of the window, past the man who held the gun on her. "If you were going to kill me you would have done it by now," she replied sternly, though Bane could easily detect the shaking in her voice. She was trying to appear brave and fearless. How precious, Bane thought to himself, and he let out a laugh, the eerie chuckle coming through the respirator causing Jenna to slowly look back over at him. Just his laugh alone seemed to prove her wrong, and her eyes widened slightly as she stared at his mask before looking back into his eyes.

"I can assure you you have much to fear," Bane replied, dropping his tone. "I never told you what the second thing I wanted was." He narrowed his eyes on her, and it caused her to swallow nervously. "Take a guess."

She continued to stare at him for a moment longer until she tightened her crossed arms as she hunched her shoulders up uncomfortably, and her eyes dropped to the floor, which was a pity since Bane already experienced great pleasure from looking into them. "What do you want with me?" She asked in a small voice, her question causing Bane's eyebrows to raise.

"Smart girl," he appraised. "I honestly thought you wouldn't get it right."

Jenna continued to stare at the ground, and she was just about to repeat her question when she suddenly heard her phone buzz loudly twice from within her purse, signaling she had a new voice mail. Had it been any other time, she would have grown frustrated over her phone for having such a gentle vibration for calls, but she knew that was not what was important at the time. She glanced over to her purse, but she didn't dare move, feeling the man next to her push his gun even further into her skin. Bane was staring at her purse, and Jenna glanced up with only her eyes to watch as he leaned over to reach inside of it and pull out the phone. She swallowed, her heart still racing like crazy, and she watched as Bane stared at the screen for a moment before he pushed two buttons, and suddenly a ringing noise played through the phone that he had put on speaker, and he continued to lean over as he held it up in his hand.

"Jenna Marie, I don't know where you are but we're due for a fitting in ten minutes! Ten minutes, Jenna! If you miss this fitting for the magazine cover so help me God I will squander your social life young lady! So you'd better get over to Studio B right now, wherever you are."

The message ended just as the other two men in the backseat started to chuckle, and Jenna felt slightly dizzy with aggravation she could not help but to feel as she closed her eyes, listening as Bane hung up.

"Interesting," he began as he tossed the phone back into the purse. "Your mother causes you so much anger, and yet you do nothing to improve your situation." He continued to stare at her with furrowed brows for a moment longer before he turned his head to glance toward the front of the limo. "Wesson Street and 56th, Barsad," Bane said. "Jenna is due for a fitting," he added in a more amused tone.

Jenna kept her lips pulled tightly together after she had opened her eyes to stare at the floor, and she struggled to keep her body straight as Isaac took a sharp right turn onto 56th Street. Bane turned to glance out of the window behind him, and he watched for a moment as Isaac turned onto Wesson before turning into the immediate parking lot of Studio B.

"Well Jenna, this is where I bid you goodbye," Bane said, nodding at the man next to Jenna, and she let out a breath when she felt the man take the gun back. "From here you are to get me what I need to get into Robert's warehouse, and tonight at precisely twelve A.M, Isaac will be waiting in this limo to bring you to me. Failure to comply or speaking of this to anyone will result in the immediate death of your parents, and I can guarantee you... our future visits will not go as well as this one did."

Jenna was staring at him again, desperate to get out of the car, though at the same time she had no idea what she was supposed to do. It was evident to her that even if she did what he told her, he would not be leaving her alone. She said nothing to him, it was not needed, for she and Bane both knew that she would do exactly what he wanted, and she started to turn her body toward the door, only to jump suddenly when Bane reached out to grab her arm, and after her head snapped back in his direction he held it firmly in his hand.

"Don't bother telling your mother you won't be making it for the photo shoot. She seems upset enough already," he said, humor in his voice and evident in his eyes, and Jenna's eyes widened slightly as she stared at him. "Your eyes, by the way, are the most lovely shade of blue I have ever seen. They're almost... aqua," he then complimented in a gentler voice, if that was even possible, and another cold shock ran up her spine as she felt her stomach drop. She could tell Bane was grinning from under his mask, she noticed the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, and she swallowed as she took her hand back, Bane finally loosening his grip so she could slide it away, another shock running up her spine at the feel of his fingers.

No other words were said as Jenna grabbed her purse and was allowed to step out of the car, and right when the door had closed she immediately started off. She could just feel Bane's heavy eyes staring at her through the window as she headed toward the building, trying to keep her composure, but as soon as she was inside the safety of the building, she finally let her legs go weak, and she stumbled slightly as she started to the counter. The receptionist lady was looking at her with a cocked eyebrow, and once Jenna placed her hands on the counter did she realize they were noticeably shaking. She cleared her throat and quickly took them from the counter and she placed her arms firmly at her sides.

"I have an appointment for a fitting with... Mrs..." she could not remember the designer's name for the life of her, but the receptionist lady rolled her eyes heavily as she reached under the desk for Jenna's pass.

"Your mother is waiting," she said with a sigh, and that was all that needed to be said. Jenna knew this lady didn't enjoy her mother, and she smiled weakly and sympathetically at her as she took the pass. At least you don't have to live with her...

"Thank you," Jenna replied, and she turned quickly to start toward the doors to the fitting rooms. But as soon as she was alone, her legs threatened to give out again while her hands continued to shake, until finally she stopped suddenly to lean against the hallway wall. She took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, but as soon as she had all she could see was Bane, and those eyes staring into hers, seeming like he could read everything about her just by looking into them. She opened them suddenly, and while her body emitted signs of fear, her mind was furious. Who was he –who was anyone– to make her feel threatened and panicked? Nobody had the right to throw commands at her, and all her life Jenna had never given into any harsh command from anyone. If someone told her 'come to my party tonight', it was usually a no answer, all because she didn't like the way they had asked. However, if it was 'you should, or will you come to my party', that was different, and the answer was usually yes. Her parents gave her nothing but commands; 'Jenna, come here', 'Jenna, we're leaving', 'Jenna, you will help us host this party' 'Jenna, get to your fitting right now'... She shook her head to herself again.

But what was different here? What was it that was making her actually consider doing what he had ordered? "...and I will kill you as I carry out the task myself". His words repeated themselves over and over in her head, causing her heart to race. She didn't want to die, plain and simple. If Jenna knew anything about her life or future goals, she knew they did not involve death, by any means. If she wasn't to do what he said he would kill her without hesitation. But, on the other hand, even if she did do exactly what he wanted, she still would not be rid of him. "...our first, formal introduction...", "...I can guarantee you... our future visits will not go as well as this one did." Remembering back on Bane's words, it was painfully evident that he planned on seeing her again, and again, and again. He had her backed into a corner, where one choice of escape was really no better than the other.

She bit her lip as she raised her hand to push it through her hair, her headband going along with it, and she pulled it out from her hair before she tossed it onto the floor in front of her. What was she going to? What Bane required was just a laminated identification card in which her dad kept right on top of his dresser, but Jenna knew that wasn't the problem. Bane had plans that could not start without a first hand pick of the expert weapons her dad manufactured and sold in an underground sort of style while he claimed to be a car dealer. But the weapons job was where they got most of their money from, and her father's weapons were strange, unlike any she had ever seen. These weapons going into the wrong hands would surely lead to great disaster...

So if that's the case, Jenna thought to herself now as she let herself slide down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, and she kept her knees bent as she rested her arms on the floor surrounding her. Won't I die anyway? Won't we all die? Bane had attempted to blow away an entire city, wouldn't it make sense for him to try again? He failed though, Jenna told herself, remembering reading all those news headlines, though never the articles. Bane had failed, and for an entire year he became a strong recluse, and finally, just when the city figured and accepted that he was dead and gone and they were safe, here he was again. Was that coincidence, or did he plan for that? Jenna's gut told her to figure the latter, and she did. But since he had failed before, maybe he would fail again?

It was all so confusing, and Jenna could not make sense of things that went beyond her dad's weapons. That was obvious, but after Bane had his ammunition, why did he still want her? What use was she to him? She was just the daughter of two wealthy, idiot parents. What made her so special over someone who actually had legitimate skills? Why didn't he go after a detective or con artist?

It wasn't fair. It was like she was being punished for absolutely no reason. There were hundreds of thousands of women in the city who were better than her, and he still chose Jenna over all of them.

"Jenna?"

She turned her head to the right upon hearing her name, and she felt her insides start to rot as her mother stormed over to her.

"Jenna Marie!" She scolded. "You are fifteen minutes late for your fitting! Mrs. Whitney Claus is waiting and you're just sitting in the hallway?!"

Jenna stared at the floor in front of her. Not now Mom, please not now, she pleaded to herself in her head, feeling herself about ready to explode with rage as the skies in her world started to crack, threatening to crumble.

"Jenna get up," Mia went on as she took another step forward. "You are embarrassing me. You're almost twenty-three years old and you still have the mindset of someone who is twelve. Do you know what get up means?"

That's it. "Fuck you, Mom," Jenna started as she quickly stood up, grabbing her purse as she did so, and her mother's eyes went slightly wide before they narrowed on her again, and she reached out to grab Jenna's wrist, only to grow more frustrated with her daughter when she shook her hand off. Jenna turned to her with wide, angry eyes. "I don't act like a twelve year old, and if you imply that I'm stupid one more time, then I swear to fucking God, Mom..." she shook her head, unsure of what she'd do. "Screw this fitting, and screw Whitney Claus. I'm out of here." She turned swiftly on her heel and began to march down the hall, pulling out her pass card from her pocket to throw it on the ground as she did.

"Jenna... Jenna!" Her mother continued to call, but she ignored her. She knew her mother was not about to chase after her, so she kept on until she had stormed past the receptionist and out of the doors, only to halt suddenly once they closed behind her. Her heart began to race, but she calmed down immediately when she saw that no black stretch limos were anywhere in sight. She started to walk away from the building again as she headed toward the street, deciding she would take a taxi home. Her heart was still racing over her words to her mother, but Jenna did not regret them. Normally, she tuned her mother out or just did what she asked, not commanded, and she had only ever yelled at her like that one or two other times. But her situation right now had her feeling unstable. Part of her was scared, and the majority of her was angry. Her mother pushing her buttons at a time like this was not what she needed. But as she walked along the sidewalk, trying to grab a taxi, she let the issue fade away, knowing she had more important things to be worrying about...

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