Jenna had had a hard time falling asleep that night. After her realization, and after her decision on how to pay him back, her mind was full, and it would not stop running during her time of trying to fall asleep. Her heart had ceased to stop racing, and it beat a hundred miles a second while shocks continued to run up and down her spine. Her body was excited upon her realization, but her mind was nervous, and it would not stop playing scenarios of every possible thing that could go wrong, and asking her questions. How was she supposed to go about doing this? How could she be sure she'd get the right coat? Why was she so confident she'd be able to find it? Where had Bane even gotten it? Gotham? Jenna had bitten her lip as she lay with her eyes closed in the dark, aware that she would have to lie in order to get out of the warehouse. Bane had made it clear that lies would not be tolerated, and like keeping her phone around, this made Jenna very nervous. But her excited body was winning; Jenna would get him that coat, no matter what the cost. The majority of her wanted to show him that she cared as well, even if the feelings were miniscule.
Nearly three or fours hours before Jenna woke up the next morning, she had fallen into a deep sleep finally, and because of reaching such a deep slumber, Jenna felt very well rested when she finally did wake up the next morning around ten o' clock. Her patience having ended for waiting to carry out her plan, Jenna jumped off of her cot and immediately moved to get dressed. She paused, however, once she pulled out her bag from under the bed. While out on her own mission, Jenna didn't want to capture too much attention to herself, especially after Bane's men, dressed in cargo pants and black shirts, had seemed to fuel a mini war on the town the night before. Deciding it would be a good idea to get away from that, Jenna pulled out a pair of new underwear, skinny jeans, and a white tank top. Once she was dressed, she tied on her combat boots, figuring those would be okay to wear, and as she turned to find her make-up bag, she ran her fingers through her hair, deciding her was clean enough for a day out. After she found her bag of toiletries, she pulled out the makeup her face called for and a small mirror before she applied an appropriate amount of makeup. Once she finished, nearly fifteen minutes later after waking, Jenna grabbed her purse and started out of her room.
Bane's door was wide open, the basement empty, but upstairs Jenna could hear various men talking. She swallowed as she started over toward Bane's door, hoping and praying that he would buy her excuse and allow her to leave. No cowering out, Jenna told herself once she reached his door, her eyes instantly finding his large frame deeper in his room, standing in front of the colorful boxes. When she knocked on the door, she saw Bane had been rummaging through one of the boxes, and once she had knocked, Bane turned around.
"Jenna," he spoke her name loudly as he turned to look back into the drawer. "You're up early."
"I know," Jenna replied in an even tone of voice, trying to mask her impatience to leave and get this done.
"Any particular reason as to why?" Bane pressed.
"Yes, actually," Jenna answered, bravely stepping into his room. Bane could sense and hear that she had done so, but he let this pass as he continued to go through the box. "I was hoping I could go pick up a coat for myself, and maybe some extra clothes and stuff."
"Where?" Bane wondered.
"My house?" Jenna wondered, and she bit her lip, hoping she sounded convincing enough. Once Bane turned around, she immediately released her lip and tried to loose her nervous look. Her eyes wandering down his shirtless frame, she saw he was holding a packaged syringe in his hand, and as he started over toward the desk, she took a small step back, allowing him room to pass.
"No," Bane replied, and Jenna felt her heart sink. She was about to open her mouth to protest as Bane ripped open the package, but he was already speaking before she could. "You may go to a store – around this area– to purchase one, though." He sat down on his bed now, and he glanced up at Jenna, unaware that she had stepped back even further, for while he was talking, she had noticed that newspaper picture of him and his coat laying where she had left it on the end of the desk.
"That works," Jenna replied. Around here though? Fuck... "I was thinking I might go get something to eat too," she added, trying to think of how she could buy herself some more time. She noticed Bane glance up at her with semi-widened eyes, and she knew this would be a good excuse for him since he had been trying to get her to eat during the past week. "At that diner Isaac showed me... if that's okay."
Bane continued to stare at her, and Jenna fought the urge to swallow. It would completely give her away. Finally, Bane glanced away just as he had removed the syringe from the package.
"That's fine," he said.
"And," Jenna went on, freezing slightly when Bane glanced up at her again. "Can I get more cigarettes? At a gas station?"
Bane nodded as he glanced back down again. "Yes," he replied as he took the lid off the needle. "Be back no later than one."
Jenna had watched him remove the cap, and as soon as he bowed his head to inject whatever was in the syringe into his upper arm, Jenna quickly turned to glance down at the picture to study it. It was an aviator coat of some type, she knew, she just hoped she could find it, or at least something like it at the store she had in mind, which, of course, was nowhere around the area. It was closer to her house. But Bane had given her a generous three hour time frame. That would be more than enough time, right?
Bane had finished before Jenna was done looking, and when he began to speak she jumped and glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't ask her why she had been looking at the picture again. "Why are you so desperate to leave?" He wondered.
Jenna shrugged. "I need some time to myself," she lied. Bane nodded, but his next comment left Jenna tongue-tied for a minute.
"You have time to yourself everyday, though, when you hide away in your room," Bane pointed out, his eyes fixed intently on her. "Last I witnessed, you dislike being alone." He was referring to Jenna always asking him if she could sit in his room, she knew, and she took in a small breath.
"Yeah..." Jenna replied a moment later finally. "But, it'd be nice to get out for a while." She struggled not to swallow nervously while she worried that Bane could hear her racing heart from where he sat.
"Fine," he replied. "Barsad shouldn't be busy, he'll go with you-"
"No!" Jenna quickly interrupted, her eyes widening, but once Bane paused abruptly, the room falling silent, Jenna quickly began to speak. "I mean, I'd rather go alone."
"Why?" Bane asked slowly, skeptically, and Jenna could feel the hole she was digging herself growing deeper and deeper.
"Because... I just wanna be alone." This was a bad excuse. "And Isaac will only rush me along and be annoying as hell. Please?" This was a good excuse, and once she had spoken, she decided to divert the topic slightly. "I'm not going to runaway," she said in a smaller voice. "Haven't I already proven that I'm not going anywhere? I had all the chances to when I had to go to the hotel and-"
Bane chuckled as he stood from the bed, catching Jenna by surprise, and she froze slightly when he stepped closer to her to toss the syringe in a small garbage below the desk, just next to her legs. "You don't need to sell me on it, Jenna," Bane replied. "Barsad would go with you simply to ensure you don't do anything stupid."
Jenna frowned, but she forced herself not to get angry or annoyed with his comment. "I'm just going to the store and then getting something to eat. There's not much stupidity to be offered," she added with a roll of her eyes, prompting another laugh from Bane. She did not understand his moods sometimes. "I don't need him."
"If you're sure," Bane replied. "But when you get yourself into trouble, neither he nor I will be available to save you," he warned.
"Fine," she replied, hoping Bane hadn't taken much notice or care to her tone. "Thank you," she added in a more even-toned mumble, surprised and thankful Bane had loosened the reigns and given in so easily. She fixed her purse on her shoulder and started to turn to leave, but something had caught Bane's attention. He had noticed that she was wearing more casual clothes than normal, but now he realized she was still wearing her combat boots. He had wanted to comment on her failure to follow his directions of always dressing in 'uniform', but her mixed and matched style had him curious now, though he had a loose theory as to why she had done it.
"Jenna," he spoke her name just before she reached the door. "Why are you wearing that?"
Jenna turned to face him, thankful she'd be able to give him at least one truth. She felt it would only validate the rest of the things she had told him. "I figured since I'm going out, I shouldn't wear what everyone else is, since, you know... because of all that happened last night. The city will start to know what cargo pants, dark shirts and boots mean," she added. "At least, I shouldn't wear that on a casual day out," she specified.
Her answer surprised Bane. In the back of his mind he had wondered if her answer would be something along those lines, but he hadn't expected her to actually say it. Perhaps Jenna was smarter and more perceptive than he gave her credit for.
"Good choice," he said a moment later. "Enjoy your day," he offered before he pulled out the chair to his desk. Jenna couldn't help but to smile.
"I will," she answered, and without another word she turned to march up the stairs, feeling rather proud of herself.
Outside, the air was freezing, as always, and as Jenna started toward the garage, she decided picking up a coat for herself wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Isaac was outside, and once Jenna saw he was getting ready to close the garage door, she quickened her pace to catch up with him before he could.
"Wait!" She called. "I need the keys," she finished a second later once she had approached him. Isaac kept his arms raised, his hands on the bottom of the garage, and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"I'm going to the store," she replied. "Bane said I could," she added a moment later, able to tell this would be Isaac's next question. Without a word, he backed away from the garage to take the keys off of the hook above the work bench, and he handed them to her. Jenna didn't reply verbally, but she couldn't help but to flash him a quick smile before she moved to get into the Challenger. Isaac stepped aside to wait for her to back out, and once Jenna had, he found himself rather surprised over how much that aspect of her driving had improved. Once Jenna corrected the wheel and started away from the building, he proceeded with closing the garage, deciding that now he would busy himself with cleaning his guns and polishing his knives.
Jenna's heart was racing once she got on the main road away from the warehouse, and she hoped that nobody had been around to witness her turning the wrong way to head into town rather than further from it. She recalled all the lies she had spewed to Bane that morning, trying to figure out if she could actually avoided performing anything of them. She had wanted to go to her house originally to get one of her mother's old coats, but she feared that Bane would be able to know exactly all that she had done once she got back. So going home was out. She wasn't going to actually go to the diner, but she figured when she bought cigarettes she'd be able to purchase a small snack, so later she could avoid Bane catching her rummaging desperately through the food upstairs.
Jenna drove as quickly as she could to the store she had in mind, struggling between trying to remember where she was going, and all her usual driving difficulties. Rather than traveling under the speed limit, Jenna caught herself driving above it, but due to her time limit, this was something she had no time to worry about it.
Nearly forty-five minutes later, Jenna reached the store, and once she parked in the back, she took a deep breath before grabbing her purse and keys and stepping out of the vehicle. As she started toward the store, she couldn't help but to suspiciously look around, hoping that Bane hadn't sent somebody out to follow her. Her stomach dropped when the thought crossed her mind.
But during her long walk through the parking lot, she calmed herself down, convincing herself that Bane trusted her enough to not have to do that. Unfortunately, she grew completely worried and distraught on a new level when she realized she was, in fact, lying to Bane. But it's all for a great cause, she reminded herself. Everything will be fine...
Nobody seemed to pay her attention once she entered the store and began to seek out the coats. She had gone to a high end clothing and coats store, which sold everything from underwear to heavy winter jackets. The only reason Jenna knew about this store and what it sold was due to her parent's frequent purchases made here. Jenna had remembered this, and she decided to give it a try, hoping the store would sell what she was looking for.
It was as if fate was on her side that day, however, for Jenna's eyes had found what she was looking for. Displayed on a manikin, this coat was nearly similar to Bane's old jacket. It was complete with the same colored, thick leather, the white wool, two large cargo-like pockets, and a large collar. This particular coat, however, had a built in, thick leather belt around the bottom, and a smaller one up top by the collar. The only thing that upset Jenna was how much shorter the coat appeared to be. Recalling the picture, Jenna remember his old jacket to have ended just above the knee; this one ended just below the waist.
It'll have to do, Jenna told herself, hoping that Bane would appreciate her actions, and hopefully ignore the lies she had to tell him to get it. If he actually, really did care for her, somewhat, like she thought he did, then he would appreciate the coat, and understand her need to lie. Fib, Jenna said in her head as she circled around the coat, looking for a price tag. They were just little fibs.
Fate was still with her, but Jenna became agitated when she discovered the amazing price of the coat. Four thousand dollars? She exclaimed in her head, flustered. Back then, this wouldn't have been a problem. Right now, however? Jenna didn't have anything close to that amount in her wallet. What was she supposed to do now?
There was only one option, really, if she wanted to get Bane the coat. She'd have to take a trip to her house and steal one of her parents debit cards. She swallowed. Jenna knew her house was the number one, forbidden place for her to go, but right now she didn't have a choice. The store began to spin as she tried to sort out her problem. Her first thought to calm herself down was figuring Bane wouldn't know the price, but the fact that he had had nearly the same jacket before lead her to know he'd have an idea, and she was certain he knew she wasn't carrying more than a thousand bucks with her. Now, in order to get him the coat, she'd have to lie again.
She went through her wallet, and although she knew she was not carrying any valid cards with her, she grew even more upset anyway. The only money card that was in her purse was an old Visa gift card. Jenna remained standing near the coat, staring at the floor as she thought.
Maybe she could go to her house faster than lightening, get the card, and if Bane asked, tell him the card was in the wallet the entire time. She was unsure if Bane had ever gone through her purse and wallet when he had confiscated it from her, but perhaps when she told him this, it would lead him to believe he had simply by-passed the card if he was looking. It meant feeding him another lie, but Jenna had never felt so determined to perform an act of kindness in her life. It had to be done.
A salesman was approaching her, and Jenna's heart began to race. She kept her head down, struggling to keep her eyes off of the man, but as soon as he spoke, no hint of him recognizing her in his voice, Jenna began to calm down.
"Good morning," the salesman said in a higher, cheery voice. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, actually," Jenna replied. "I'm interested in buying this coat." She glanced up, figuring it was safe to do, but she made a point to never look directly into the man's eyes.
"Hmm..." the salesman began slowly as he circled around the coat, and Jenna grew nervous. That wasn't a good sign. He ducked down to glance at the shelves the manikin stood on. "It looks like we're all out of this one..."
"What about the one on display?" Jenna pushed, thinking to herself how it was stupid to keep the coat on display if they were sold out. "Is that for sale?"
"Well..." the salesman began now, and Jenna felt her face redden in frustration. I don't have all day, fucker, she thought sourly as she struggled to keep her composure. "It's complicated," he went on. "For me to sell you this I'd have to charge you more-"
"That's fine," Jenna interrupted. "I'll take it."
"That's a little over a thousand more, ma'am," the salesman went on. "It's store policy when selling manikin items, since normally we don't sell the manikin items." His eyes wandered over Jenna, and although something about her looked familiar, he was mainly judging her, and he decided quickly that she didn't appear to be the type who could afford anything like this. He couldn't help but to be skeptical.
"I'll take it," Jenna repeated. Shouldn't this man want to sell it? It was worth a lot of money.
"For five thousand dollars?" He confirmed, doubt in his voice, and he waited for Jenna to change her mind.
"That's fine," she added. "Only, I have to run home to get my card. Could you please hold it for me until I get back?" She desperately wanted to look into the man's eyes to show him her sincerity, but she knew she couldn't.
"Yes," the man said. "But in twenty four hours if you're not back I have to put it back on display."
Did you not just hear me? Jenna thought. "I'll be back in like, half an hour," Jenna replied. "Thank you!"
"Of course," the salesman replied, and Jenna could tell he was still skeptical over her decision. But once he started to gently remove the jacket from the manikin, Jenna turned to rush out of the store.
The drive to her house was shorter than she could have anticipated (even after getting lost and having to find her way to the main road) and before she knew it she was parking in front of the gates. The house was barren, as was the complete area around it, and Jenna locked her purse in the car before she put the keys in her pocket and climbed over the fence with ease. She ran up to the front door, and made the mistake of forgetting to prepare herself when she pushed it open. Her father still lay exactly where he had been, but she tried to ignore this as she went up the stairs. The house reeked of death and blood, the smell making Jenna feel sick and dizzy, but she tried to ignore this as she rushed into her parents bedroom. How was it possible that they were still here? Was there any news coverage on any of their disappearances? Probably, Jenna thought. But she hadn't seen the news in nearly two weeks now. You think somebody would have found them, she thought. Whatever, she went on in her head as she stepped in front of her parents dresser to go through her mother's purse. As long as nobody comes here now, I'll be fine.
She felt odd going through her mother's purse, like she was betraying her in some way, but she had already betrayed her in a way nobody else would probably ever think about doing. Once Jenna found her mother's wallet, she immediately pulled out and started toward the door, only to pause when she remembered the need for her own coat. She turned to throw open her parent's closet, and she ventured toward the back where new clothes hung, the price tags still on them. Jenna had no time to be picky, she grabbed the first coat she saw, ripped off the tag, and turned to finally leave the house as quickly as she could. It was cold and unwelcome, and Jenna was positive she would vomit if she stayed any longer.
She was able to avoid site of her parents with ease as she ventured toward the front door, and for this, she was thankful. But nothing could have ever prepared her for what happened next.
Without thinking she threw open the door, only to jump and almost scream when she nearly ran into somebody. Her heart racing, once her mind finally cleared, she lifted her eyes up to stare at the person she had nearly run into. "...Rodger?" She whispered to herself, her eyes as wide as they could go.
"Jenna?" Rodger went on, just as stunned, his eyes just as wide. "Oh, my God! JENNA!" He yelled, stepping forward instantly to pull her into a hug. Jenna felt as lightheaded as ever, and as soon as Rodger squeezed his arms tightly around her, she absentmindedly began to struggle to free herself. Once Rodger felt this, he immediately let go, but he was too shocked and relieved to wonder about Jenna's actions. "Jenna, oh my God," he repeated again. "I was just walking by when I saw that car parked there, and I wanted to see who was finally home! What's been going on? Where have you been? I've been so worried! Have you gotten my texts?"
"Uhh..." Jenna began, feeling like she wanted to throw up again. How the fuck was she supposed to get herself out of this one? Now, she would be throwing another lie to Bane. Her mind was still racing as she turned to quickly close her door to hide site of her bloody parents from Rodger, and keep the smell from traveling outside and directly to his nose. "Just... um..."
"Jenna, you're all over the news still. Your parents too. What's going on? I can help you."
"Nothing," Jenna replied, unsure of what else to say. "I'm fine. We- we're fine..." she could feel her hands shaking, and once Rodger noticed this too, his eyebrows furrowed once he saw what she was holding. "Is that your mom's wallet?"
"No," Jenna lied. "It's mine. Rodger," she sighed. "Look, it's been good seeing you, I miss you, but I have to go."
"Jenna, wait." Rodger immediately reached out to place his hand on her shoulder and stop her from going past. Jenna sighed loudly again, annoyed due to his action, but she could feel time slipping away from her. "You're not acting like yourself. You've been declared missing now, you're parents as well. Where are they and where are you going? Please, let me help you. I know something is wrong, I... I-"
"Rodger, I'm fine," Jenna replied, feeling a pang go through her heart. "Look, I really need to go now."
"Jenna, please! Talk to me," Rodger began to follow her off of the porch.
"I can't Rodger, not today."
"When then?"
"Soon," Jenna lied. It hurt her to lie to him, but she had no other option.
"Jenna wait... just..." he reached out to stop her again, and Jenna tried to keep her patience when she allowed him to stop her. "Is everything okay? Really? None of this makes sense."
"Everything is okay," Jenna replied. "I... I can't explain right now. But I promise I'm fine." Sadly, this was true.
Rodger remained staring at her. "I just... I feel like if you go now, I'll never see you again. Everyone is really worried, Jenna."
"I'm fine."
"What about your parents?"
"They're fine," Jenna repeated.
"Are they inside?" Rodger pointed back to the house.
"N-no," Jenna replied. "They're... out of town."
"Where?"
"They didn't say." Jenna started down the driveway and toward the gates.
"They just left without telling you where? Jenna your gardener was on the news the other night, being interviewed about the Silvera family's disappearance. Police are going to-"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Jenna kept saying to herself the closer she got to the gate while Rodger continued to talk. Once she reached it, she immediately tossed over the coat and the wallet.
"Rodger, please," Jenna interrupted him. "Just... I have to go." Jenna quickly turned away from him and hopped over the fence, but once she landed, she saw that her mother's wallet had opened due to the impact when it hit the ground, and when she glanced up, she saw that Rodger was staring down at it, his eyes focused on her mother's license. Jenna quickly picked it up and hugged it against herself while she took out her keys.
"Jenna, wait!" Rodger was calling as he finally climbed the fence. "Where are you going? Who's car is that?" Since when do you drive? Rodger thought to himself. But Jenna was ignoring him, and it was only frightening Rodger more. Jenna quickly unlocked the Challenger and got in, and once she closed the door, she locked the doors just as Rodger had tried to open them up. He couldn't help but to slam his hand down onto the window, and when Jenna sadly glanced over at him, she couldn't believe how large the frown on his face was. She swallowed as she started the car.
"Jenna! Jenna!" Rodger's muffled voice was pleading. But Jenna had no choice but to ignore him. All she could manage to do was give him a sympathetic smile and mouth 'I'm sorry' before she sped away from him, forcing herself not to look back through the mirror as she drove.
She had to wonder if anybody else had this much bad luck. All she had wanted to do was pay Bane back for his caring act of kindness. But so far, everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong. Her body continued to shake as she raced back to the store, wondering what Rodger was going to do about their random encounter. What were the chances of him seeing her, on this day especially? Whatever happened, Jenna hoped he wouldn't make a big deal of their meeting. But deep down, Jenna knew he would, and she knew eventually Bane would find out. She would have to text him later to beg him not to say or do anything about it, and promise him she'd explain later. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure if she'd even be able to do that.
She reached the store a little over the half an hour she had promised the salesman. Fortunately, he was waiting at the front, and he immediately recognized her when she walked in (he had remembered her ridiculous sense of style).
"Did you get the money?" he asked her politely, and he tried to hide how surprised he was when Jenna nodded. "Wonderful! I'll take you on register seven."
Jenna grew nervous as she now stood at the counter, waiting for him to ring up the coat, and as he told her the total and packed it away in a big, white, fancy box, Jenna wanted to die as she went through her mother's wallet, trying to decide the best way to pay. She pulled out her mother's debit card, and Jenna wondered if she swiped the card fast enough and collected the coat and receipt quickly, if she could avoid another confrontation.
"Cash, credit or debit?" The salesman asked finally once he had bagged the coat's box.
"Debit." Jenna smiled weakly as she began to swipe the card. When she was finished, she nervously waited for the receipt to print, and she immediately moved over to reach for the bag that held the box as the seconds passed by like hours.
"Okay! Have a wonderful day Miss...Silvera..." the salesman stated slowly once he had started to hand her the receipt, but he had paused abruptly when he read the name on it, and Jenna watched the realization flood his face. Oh, my God,she thought sadly and desperately to herself. All she wanted to do was something nice for a change! Why the fuck is this happening? She wondered desperately. "Jenna Silvera... you and your parents have been all over the news," he went on. "Did... did you know that?" Jenna could see how suspicious and freaked out he looked now.
"Y-yes," Jenna said. "My parents had to go out of town," she went on. "Um... it was so fast when they left, and they've been out of contact for a while. I'm starting to worry about them too..." Was this a good enough lie? It sounded absolutely awful to Jenna.
"You were seen at your father's dealership," the salesman went on. "Before it... before it was..."
"That wasn't me," Jenna quickly said. "I-I saw that, and that lady was confused. I haven't been to my dad's store in a while," Jenna laughed, the entirely wrong thing to do. Now, the salesman appeared even more confused. It grew incredibly silent as he stared at her, and finally Jenna couldn't take it anymore. "Thank you, for holding this," she said, quickly grabbing the receipt from him, and before the salesman could say anything else, Jenna was rushing toward the front doors, able to feel the man's eyes on her. Now, she had two people to worry about. Now, Bane would definitely know.
Jenna managed to leave the city safely and easily, and on the way home, a thought had occurred to her. She had told Bane she was going to a store to get herself a coat. This situation could have happened anywhere, and she knew him to know this. One less lie, she told herself as she continued the drive. But her body continued to shake slightly due to the rest of the lies she had spewed.
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Jenna made it back to the warehouse just minutes before her time limit was up, and after going back and forth to the store, having to stop at her house, dealing with Rodger, and waiting in a long line to get a pack of cigarettes at the gas station, Jenna counted herself somewhat lucky, although luck had been against her all day so far. The outside of the warehouse was barren, and Jenna was thankful for this as she stuffed her mother's coat and wallet into the bag Bane's coat was in. She held it closed at the top, and once the car was shut and locked, she started over toward the exit door.
The basement was dark and desolate, as always, and as Jenna moved down the stairs quietly, she was happy to see Bane's door was shut. This gave her just enough time to hide his coat somewhere, and hide her mother's wallet. She moved as quietly past his door as she could, but she cursed to herself when her own door squeaked as she pushed it open. She didn't bother to close it, and instantly she sprinted into her room, falling to her knees in front of the cot a moment later, and once she pulled out her coat and the wallet, she placed the plastic bag behind her bag of clothes underneath the cot. Just when she heard Bane's door open, she immediately moved to place her mother's wallet in her purse, and she closed her purse before throwing it down on the floor. Just as Bane stepped up to her door, he found her to be looking over a new black coat, her back to him as she stood in front of her cot.
"Where did you go to get that?" Bane asked as he took a step into her room. Jenna swallowed, her eyes wandering over the coat while her heart raced.
"I can't remember the name of the place. I just went in," Jenna said, hoping he wouldn't ask anything further. In his mind, Bane was picturing a few stores that were located on the way to that diner Barsad went to, and buying this, he nodded.
"That's a pretty... exuberant jacket you've purchased," Bane pointed out as he stepped closer to her, and Jenna began to grow nervous as she wondered if he knew something was up. Did any of the shops around here even sell anything like it? "I wouldn't have expected for you to get one like this." His eyes wandered over the tight, leather body of the coat, and the large area of fuzzy, black wool that framed the entire front of it, where the collars would be.
"Yeah..." Jenna went on, finally realizing how exuberant the coat really was. Shit... "I just sorta... picked one."
"Well, try it on!" Bane spoke up suddenly, taking a step back from her, and Jenna couldn't help but to jump at his loud voice before she turned to face him, her eyes quickly flickering over the black t-shirt that covered his torso. "I'm sure it fits you well, otherwise you wouldn't have purchased it, correct?"
Jenna knew she had the word 'guilty' written all over her face. All she could do was nod. Did he know she was lying? Or was he simply testing her to see if she'd break, for whatever reason? Jenna wanted to believe her last theory, and she tried to remain strong as she started to put on the coat. Fortunately, the coat was just the right size, though unfortunately, the wool in the front felt very uncomfortable against her. Jenna would have never picked a jacket like this to wear all of the time, but regardless, she tried to appear comfortable. She smiled slightly at Bane as she quickly rose her arms up.
"Fits fine," she said. "Just like it did in the... store." What a terrible thing to add on. Bane was studying her figure in it, and Jenna sucked in a sharp breath when he reached out toward her while taking a step closer. He took hold of both the leather straps on either side of the coat before he pulled on them, tightening the coat around Jenna, and she glanced away from him as he went about tying them together at the side, just under her right arm. Once he was done, he took a small step back.
"You appear uncomfortable," he pointed out once he had studied her another moment longer. For the first time in a while, Jenna wished he would just leave. She couldn't take being tested any longer.
"No, I like it," she argued, fighting the urge to want to fix the wool in front, and do something with the annoying leather straps to tie the coat. "It was the only one I could find. The rest were bright and... ugly."
Bane was nodding slowly. She appeared to be telling the truth, though at the same time she had grown incredibly nervous. But Bane figured this had merely been due to his actions with tying her coat, for standing so close to her had awoken that animalistic side of him, as well. Maybe he could trust Jenna after all.
"Well, it does fit you rather well," he complimented, his words taking Jenna by surprise, and she felt her face reddening. Without another word, Bane finally turned to leave, and once he had exited her room, Jenna let out a sigh of relief as she finally undid the coat. It appeared as though Bane believed her, though knowing him, she couldn't be exactly sure...
She set the coat down on the cot before she sat down on it, trying to figure out when it would be a good time to give Bane his. She decided she would wait until he was through with acting suspicious with her, and questioning her. When the time is right, Jenna told herself.
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The rest of the day passed quickly. After smoking a few times in her new coat – which she found to be rather warm, surprisingly – when it was nearly five o' clock she ventured upstairs for a shower, figuring it would be a good way to pass the time. She had taken her time with enjoying the hot water, shaving and washing her hair, but just as she started to condition it, she heard a series of loud pounds on the door. She froze, her heart skipping several beats, and waited, figuring that it would be Bane. She grew nervous, what if he had found out something, but when a different voice called through the door, Jenna became nervous in a whole new way.
"Who's in there?" She heard an unfamiliar voice call out. When she didn't answer right away, whoever was on the other side of the door began to try and turn the handle.
"Me!" Jenna called frantically, unsure of what else to say. She knew now it was one of Bane's thugs, but all she wanted was for them to go away, especially when she was in such a vulnerable state.
"Man, are you fucking kidding me?" She could barely hear him say. "You know there's only three bathrooms around here! Two of which we're allowed to use! You mind hurrying the fuck up?" The man began to try the door again, and Jenna could tell how angry he was. His actions, however, made her just as upset. The last thing she needed was any one of Bane's men barging into the bathroom when she was showering.
"I'll be finished in a minute!" She called back loudly. "Go away!"
She heard the man growl before he finally went away. Her heart still racing as she rinsed, Jenna began to fear she would be experiencing a heart attack at any moment now. Her heart had been racing all damn day, it seemed.
She rushed with rinsing her hair, and rather than getting dressed, she wrapped herself up in a towel and gathered her clothes in her arms before immediately going to exit the bathroom, her hair dripping down her back and onto the towel. She was shocked to see someone unfamiliar waiting outside of the door, and when the he glared at her, she figured it was the man that had been hassling her. Jenna didn't waste her time with staring him down, but she could feel his eyes on her as she immediately rushed down the stairs to go into the semi-safety of her own room to get dressed. Within his room, however, Bane had heard her approaching, and just as she started past, he called out her name. Jenna stopped in her tracks suddenly, just a few feet from her door, before she slowly turned to back up and glance into his room. She hadn't even noticed his door was open.
"Yes?" She asked, leaning over awkwardly as to not expose her entire body. Just as she had leaned in, Bane was already turning around.
"Come in here," he commanded. Jenna swallowed. Why? She wondered to herself. Did Bane know about one of her lies? All of her lies? Jenna was frowning as she fixed her towel, and once she had tightened it around herself, feeling her hair leave water droplets behind her, she finally stepped into his room.
"What?" She asked, trying to sound as casual as she could. Bane turned around completely now, ready to tell he what he wanted, but he paused once his eyes found Jenna's body. He couldn't stop himself from looking her up and down slowly, and savoring all the little details about her appearance, like how she clutched the towel closed directly over her breasts, and how the two ends barely overlapped enough to cover her front. He noticed her hair leaving water droplets onto the concrete floor, and when his eyes wandered back up slowly, he could tell how low the towel was dipping from behind. Finally, once his eyes met hers, he remembered what he had wanted to say.
"Upon investigating your theory concerning Karly," he began, trying to rid his mind of the lewd fantasies that had been quick to come upon him. "We found part of it to be true."
"Which part?" Jenna wondered, silently sighing in relief.
"She picked up a man named Lewis Warner from the airport," he informed. "And they took a taxi back to her hotel."
"I told you," Jenna said as she rolled her eyes. "That bitch is fuckin-"
"I know, Jenna, I know," Bane interrupted. "If you would just let me finish..." he paused, waiting to see if she'd interrupt again, but when she remained silent, he finally went on as he sat up awkwardly in his desk chair. "I'd like to thank you."
"For what?" Jenna asked, her eyebrows furrowing.
"For informing me of her disloyalty," he said. "It's something... it was something... I didn't expect you to do."
"Oh," Jenna said back slowly. "Of course," she added, sounding more sincere than she had meant. The room became silent for a short moment. After Jenna had responded, Bane had turned around to start looking over whatever he had been on his desk, and Jenna began to wonder if now would be an ideal time to give him the coat. He was usually always patient and in a rather good mood around her lately, but due to Jenna's realization, now the patience and the steady mood seemed more meaningful. Adding on to that, Bane had actually, genuinely thanked her for informing him of her doubts about Karly. At one point, Jenna feared Bane would see past her true concern as being superficial, since Bane knew how much Jenna didn't like Karly, but she had surprised not only Bane, but herself, when she grew truly concerned about her actions.
Finally, Jenna couldn't take it anymore. She had to give it to him.
"Will you still be here, in maybe... five minutes?" Jenna asked suddenly, her question catching Bane off guard, and he turned to glance over at her, his brow furrowed.
"Yes...?" His answer sounded more like a question. "Why?"
"Because... I..." Jenna could feel herself getting more and more nervous. "Just... you'll see. I'll be right back."
She turned to leave without another word, but rather than Bane focusing on how low her towel did dip, her sudden behavior had him more curious than ever. He would see? See what?
Jenna dressed quickly in a pair of sweat pants and a white tank top before she ran the towel over her hair vigorously to at least get it to stop dripping. She combed her fingers through her hair to get it to lay right around her face before she pushed her bangs out of her face, and with a deep, shaky breath she knelt down in front of the cot to move her bag of clothes away. She grew even more nervous when she laid her aqua eyes on the bag containing Bane's coat, and she couldn't help but to start to second guess herself. Was this a stupid idea? Was it embarrassing? Was it all for nothing? Was it worth all the lies? It doesn't matter, Jenna thought. She had already said too much and heightened his curiosity. Now, she had to give it to him.
Bane couldn't take the curiosity; his wonder had lead him out of his room and heading toward Jenna's door, and when he slowly eased her door open with his foot, Jenna realized she hadn't even closed the door all the way upon hearing the squeak. Her heart was pounding with anxiety, but upon thinking how embarrassing it would have been to be caught getting dressed, giving Bane the coat didn't seem as embarrassing.
"What are you doing?" Bane asked as he waited just beyond the door frame in her room, his eyes narrowed on her as Jenna began to pull out a bag from under her cot. His first instincts were to grow angry at her hiding something –what the fuck was she keeping in that bag– but he immediately calmed himself down, deciding to give her a chance.
"I want to give you something," Jenna replied as she removed the white box from the bag. Give me something? Bane repeated as his brow furrowed again. What did she possibly have to give him? And where she had gotten it?
Jenna was forcing her actions at this point. She forced herself to remove the box completely, she forced herself to stand up with it, and she forced herself to turn around and face him.
"You're not allowed to ask how I got it," Jenna said, deciding bluntly telling him that would be easier than hoping to avoid the questions. This bewildered Bane further, however; Jenna could see the raging wonder in his eyes, and she could also make out what appeared to be slight frustration.
"Why?" Bane finally asked, skeptical now.
"Because it's not important," Jenna replied once she had reached him, and she took a deep breath. Bane still wanted to be angry at her secrecy, but he could easily determine the hard time Jenna was currently having with whatever she was giving him. He remained patient, his body still determined to give her a chance. "By not making me go with everyone last night... I realized that you sorta... saved my life," Jenna finished in a slight mumble, her gaze dropping from his just as Bane reached out for the box. "And I wanted to... repay you. Somehow." God, she felt like an idiot. Was Bane too monstrous to appreciate good deeds? Fucking probably... Jenna thought sadly. Suddenly she wished she had never even bothered.
Jenna let her fingers slip off of the box slowly when Bane had taken a hold of it, and without hesitation he lifted off the lid just as slowly, anticipating to see in the box what he decided was probably something ridiculous. But once his eyes fell onto the brown leather of the folded coat, and the off-white wool on the exposed collars on top, he froze completely. Jenna was watching his expressions, trying to determine what was running through his mind, but when she couldn't tell, she immediately began to speak.
"The coat that you had... I felt like you missed it more than you let on, so I bought you another one." Jenna swallowed before quickly going on. "I wanted to repay you, and this was the first thing I thought of doing," she went on just as Bane started to pull out the heavy coat from the large box, his eyes wandered all over it as he held it from the top, the sleeves hanging lamely on either side. "It's stupid..." Jenna added as she finally glanced away, wanting to melt and evaporate away so she could avoid whatever was coming.
"It's not stupid," Bane mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the jacket. "Jenna, it's..." his eyes continued to wander all over it, and suddenly he was overcome with intense appreciation. He began to shake his head. "Thank you..." he was unsure of what else to say, but Jenna had glanced up at him due to his words. The last thing Bane had ever wanted was to become sentimental with Jenna, and upon realizing that Jenna knew the deeper meaning behind his actions of keeping her at the warehouse, and saving her from an inevitable death, he wanted to be angry at this, but Jenna doing something this kind for him unfortunately meant a lot. Bane wasn't a man to cherish such material items, but admittedly he had greatly admired his coat. It was the first thing he had gotten upon his arrival to Gotham, and after being forced to get rid of it, he found himself shallowly wishing he still had it sometimes. Although this coat was a little shorter, it practically was the same coat. He figured Jenna had picked up on the hidden tones in his voice when she asked him about it.
"This means a lot," he finally went on, his eyes finding hers, and he immediately noticed how worried she looked. He couldn't help but to smile. "You can stop worrying, Jenna, really. I appreciate this."
So Bane was capable of appreciation. This thought caused Jenna to smile in relief. "It's a serious thank you for what you did for me. Nobody has ever looked out for me like that. Like, ever." Jenna forced herself to shut up before she could start rambling again.
Under his mask, Bane was still smiling. "You know I have to ask," he began as he let the box finally drop to the floor, and he turned the coat over in his hands to glance at the back before his eyes slowly wandered over to Jenna's. "Where you actually got this."
Jenna frowned. "No," she replied as she glanced away. "You're not allowed to know." Her tone was playful, but Bane knew she was being serious.
"Yes I am," Bane replied, his eyes fixed intently on her, and once Jenna's eyes met his, he went on. "Tell me where and how."
"You'll be mad," Jenna accused, feeling lightheaded when she realized how childish she had become now. "I mean-" she began to correct, but Bane was interrupting her.
"I won't be mad," he assured, and terrifyingly, this was true. "Tell me," he prompted.
Jenna sighed. "I had to go to the city, to a store I figured would sell something like that."
Bane was nodding. "And how did you buy it?"
Jenna felt dizzy. "My mom's debit card," Jenna replied. "I had it in my wallet..." she waited nervously, anticipating for Bane to pick up on her lie, but he merely nodded.
"And it was that easy?" he prompted on, knowing there was more to the story. What would make the difference is if Jenna actually admitted to it.
"Yes," she replied, but when Bane's eyes narrowed she quickly went on. "And no... the cashier guy knew who I was, by the last name. He was... pretty freaked out."
"I'd imagine he would be. You've been accused of assisting a robbery, and enough time has passed for officers to begin an official search for you and your family. I imagine they'll be finding your parents any day now."
Jenna swallowed and merely nodded, but her actions brought a thought to Bane's mind.
"You didn't go to your house... did you?"
Fuck! "No," she replied as sternly as she could. "I went to town, came back to the other store, went to the diner and gas station and came back here. I... promise."
This satisfied Bane, and he glanced away from her to look at the coat again. "I believe you," he said, his words only making Jenna feel worse. "There will be no more trips into town now, however," he added.
"That's fine," Jenna replied. "I got what I needed." She couldn't help but to smile. The tension in the air was thick, but this time around it was more of a welcoming tension. Jenna felt great about doing this now, and Bane couldn't help but to feel pleased with his decision to save her. He greatly disliked how he was feeling toward her, but he knew it was something he couldn't help, and because of this, he knew it was something he would have to start accepting. Jenna's loyalties to him had increased severely, as did her honesty, but it was clear to Bane now that whatever feelings he had for Jenna, she was sharing them with him. How sick.
The moment was interrupted, however, when Jenna noticed Isaac making his way down the stairs and directly toward her room when he saw Bane inside of it. She watched him stop by the doorway before he leaned into the room.
"More are back," he informed Bane, and he turned around immediately once Isaac began to speak. "Ten more casualties. Three made it back, and the whereabouts of four others are unknown currently."
"Who just arrived?" Bane asked.
"Hendricks, Anderson, and Bailey," Isaac replied. Bane nodded before he turned around. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Jenna, his way of letting her know that he'd be back in a minute, and once Jenna nodded in understanding, a small smile on her face, Bane proceeded to follow Isaac out of the room, their tactical, war talk boring Jenna to the point of her not caring to listen.
Telling Bane of the mishap that happened at the store made her feel as though her other, smaller lies weren't as terrible as she had first made them out to be. Deep down, however, she felt relieved when she figured Bane thought that was the only bad thing had that happened, and she felt as though this truth would divert him from asking about anything else. Her stomach dropped, though, when she remembered Rodger. Recalling the situation made her feel sick and sad, but she could never tell Bane that. That would involve telling him she had to go to her house first, and she had already told him she hadn't. Remembering this, she instantly thought back to her desires to plead Rodger not to say anything. Just a quick text, Jenna thought as she closed her door before she plopped down onto her stomach on the cot, and she reached under the pillow to turn on her phone, hoping she had enough time to do this before Bane returned. In the text, she would tell Rodger she was okay, tell him to please not go to anyone about their meeting, and then remind him again that she was fine, and she'd talk to him as soon as she could.
Bane had put on his new coat as he ascended the stairs toward the exit door, and he was pleased to discover the coat blocked out the wind and cold effortlessly, while trapping warmness inside. The jacket was big and roomy, and fit him like a charm, just like his previous one had, and upon realizing this he couldn't help but to grow more appreciative towards Jenna's kind act. Thinking about it still, her heartfelt act made him feel a little bit better about what he had done for her; now, at least, the feelings were mutual. Repeating this thought in his head helped him to believe this made his feelings more acceptable.
When Isaac had asked about the coat, recognizing it to look like Bane's previous coat, Bane had simply replied that Jenna got it for him. Isaac had no desire to ask why, he knew he wouldn't get an answer, so instead, as they headed toward the garage, he let his mind ponder theories as to why she had...
The meeting outside went by quick. Bane confirmed for himself who had made it back, and he told the rest to sit tight; if the others made it back, then great. If not, then it was time for new recruitment. Not even five minutes later Bane was turning to head back to the warehouse, Jenna clouding his mind. As he approached the door, he was overcome with the desire to 'properly' thank her, and once this thought entered his mind, he had a hard time desiring anything else.
Jenna hadn't even been able to send the text before she heard someone –Bane, most likely– coming back downstairs. She had been letting notifications of texts from Rodger and missed calls to buzz through, but just as they ended, she found herself placing her phone back under her pillow before she sat up in the bed, and as soon as she had, her door opened before Bane started to make his way inside, and her heart skipped a beat when Bane immediately closed the door.
"I figured you would like to see if your money was well spent," Bane started as he stepped further into the room, Jenna's eyes wandering over the coat that covered him, and she had to admit it did fit him rather well. This pleased her, but she tried to hold back her all knowing smile.
"Was it?" She asked back simply, her eyes meeting his, but when Bane looked into them, he could immediately see the want they held.
"You tell me," he retorted as he took another step closer to her, and Jenna absentmindedly stood up just when he had reached her. His sudden desires were unmissable, they radiated off of him like a sweet cologne, and Jenna bit her lip as she inched her way closer to him. The fact that they were both feeling the same way encouraged her to lift her hands and run her fingers down the soft wool on the folded back flaps of the coat, and just before she could take her hands away when they reached the bottom, Bane lifted his own hands to take a firm hold of her wrists. Jenna gasped slightly, her eyes raising to look into his as he stared intently down at her, waiting to see what her next actions would be.
"It looks good," she finally said, feeling dizzy. Bane didn't reply as he continued to glare down at her. He considered moving this into his room, but suddenly he didn't feel like prolonging the moment. Without warning, he released her wrists just as suddenly as he had grabbed them, and he gently placed his hands on Jenna's waist before he turned them around so he could back up toward the cot. He lowered himself slowly to sit down on the edge of the cot, and as he did so he pulled Jenna down with him. She spread her legs and immediately sat down on his lap, straddling him, and as Bane began to take his new coat off Jenna couldn't stop herself from running her nails down his chest and over his smooth black t-shirt. Once his coat was off, Jenna immediately moved her hands onto his arms, and as her fingers roamed over the fine dips and curves of his muscles, Bane let his jacket fall gently to the ground before he took a hold of Jenna's hips again. She couldn't help but to smile and squeal quietly in joy as Bane swiftly moved into a laying down position, all while keeping Jenna on top of him the entire time. He was grinning, and Jenna couldn't help but to laugh slightly as well as she lowered herself down to bring her lips closer to his neck. Her laughing died down into a sultry chuckle before her lips made contact with his skin, and Bane couldn't help but to sigh when Jenna bit down on his flesh. While her upper half was pressed firmly against his chest, her hips were raised high, held up by her knees, and Bane couldn't help but to lift his head up slightly to glance down her back and admire how her ass looked from this angle. Jenna ran her hands up his bare arms before they disappeared under the sleeves of his t-shirt, and as she dug her nails into his shoulders and traced her bite marks with her tongue, Bane reached out to place both of his hands on her ass, as far as he could reach. Jenna groaned against him, encouraging them both further, and she slid her finger tips down his arms before she found the bottom of his shirt, and she hungrily began to tug it upwards.
Bane leaned up slightly, and once the shirt had gone over his chest, he assisted her with removing his arms from the sleeves, and he carelessly tossed it toward the door. He took a firm hold of Jenna's hips, and he dug his own fingers into the skin there as he laid back down, Jenna's lips back on his neck, and she couldn't help but to groan loudly when she felt his fingers slip under her sweat pants in the back. As Jenna bit him again, his fingers found her thong, and he continued to stare down her back as he pulled it upward, and he stared at her tiny, red underwear from above her pants.
"Oh, God," he mumbled incredibly quietly, his mask making the words sound like some sort of deep grumble, but Jenna had heard what he said, and she couldn't help but to press herself against him even more, her want for him growing each passing second. Bane had pulled up the strings of her underwear up onto her hips, and he had just taken a firm hold of them again as Jenna began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, heading toward his collar bones, when suddenly the sound and feeling of a vibration rattled his head from underneath the pillow. Jenna had heard this too, and she felt herself go white, her lips instantly ceasing their movements. Bane stayed perfectly still under her for a moment, his hands still on her hips, though he had loosened his grip severely, and suddenly all he could see was red, his lustful urges shattering away like broken glass. He sat up suddenly, Jenna nearly falling off of him and the cot, and before she could say or do anything, Bane was throwing her pillow off of the cot. Jenna felt her heart skip several beats when Bane laid his eyes on her cell phone, the screen glowing brightly in the dimness of the room, and suddenly Bane had no idea what to do. Jenna had been lying to him this whole time. How had he not known? How could he have been so stupid?
He released a furious breath as he picked up the phone, and he pressed the button to read the message from Rodger.
"Look Jenna, it was just really weird seeing you again today. I've been going to your house a lot lately, just waiting to see when somebody was home, and seeing you there... it was just... I don't know. You told me everything was fine, but I just know it's not. PLEASE call me. Please."
Jenna felt like crying as she watched Bane read the message, the phone tiny in comparison of his large hand, and the tension grew thick the longer Bane just sat there, his eyes focused on the phone. Jenna was sure he never even blinked.
Bane's mind was running wild with angry thoughts. Jenna had lied to him. She had lied to him about disposing her phone, she had lied when she claimed she hadn't gone to her house, and she had even contacted Rodger before with it, another lie, because she never told him about it. Too angry to talk or to even touch Jenna in any way at the moment, Bane instantly turned his body to stand up furiously from the cot.
"Wait!" Jenna immediately began as she scrambled to stand up while Bane headed toward the door, his footsteps heavy and furious. "Bane, please! Let me explain!"
"You lied," Bane said, and Jenna felt her body freeze over at his tone. It was heavy with anger and disappointment, and it carried the strongest, threatening tone she had ever heard in her life. He turned to face her slightly as he came to a slow halt in his tracks. "As I've told you, lying is not tolerated around here."
Jenna's mouth was hanging open as she desperately tried to find the words she wanted to speak and the words Bane needed to hear, but she felt her throat close when she watched Bane squeeze his fingers around her phone, and she watched it start to shatter and crumble in his hands. Bane made it look so easy. He had glared at her so many times before, but never this intently or seriously, and Jenna felt as though his piercing, angry eyes were burning holes into her. Her eyes wandered back and forth from his eyes to her phone, and she jumped when Bane suddenly slammed the phone pieces onto the ground, the noise nearly as loud as fireworks, it seemed. He began to turn around, but Jenna couldn't stand the anger that was being directed at her. All she desperately wanted to was to explain herself.
"Bane, please!" She called as she lunged herself further toward him. She reached up and out to try and grab his shoulder to stop him just as he had opened the door. "Just let me-"
She was cut off instantly when Bane turned around slightly. Swiftly, he took a told of her arm, her fingers on him only fueling his anger, and in blind rage he squeezed on her arm before he slammed the middle of it against the protruding corner of the wall just before the door, and as soon as he had, Jenna's ear-shattering screams filled the entire warehouse upon the bones in arm being broken directly in half. Bane released her freshly broken arm and proceeded unsparingly through the door as Jenna fell to her knees, trying to find a way to deal with this unbearable pain. Pain shot up and down her arm as it throbbed, and she had no choice but to let it hang lamely in front of her, over her bent legs, and she couldn't help but to glance up to watch Bane proceed angrily toward the stairs to exit the basement. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Jenna would not allow them to fall. Her throat felt swelled up, and she had a difficult time breathing as she began to shake, the action only hurting her arm worse. She was gasping for air as she sat there, her eyes closed tight, and she clenched her teeth together as she squeezed her eyes closed tighter. She knew finally how badly she had fucked up. She had stupidly never expected Bane to get so angry over her phone. She realized now, as she continued to sit on the floor and hold her arm, that she was most likely only mere moments away from dying in Bane's hands..
Shit's gettin real, yo. Please review! Add me on Facebook, you can see my Bane and Joker tattoos! Also, check out my website, there's a lot of cool stuff on there! (both links can be found on my profile.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
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