Bane's Sewer Mouse

Chapter 4

Ooo

For a while after she woke up, Ann sat in the computer chair staring at a sleeping Bane. When she woke up, she didn't quite know where she was. After she gathered her bearings, Ann had slipped out of bed and paced for a minute before sitting down. She doesn't know how long she's been awake, or even how many days she been there, but it all feels like an eternity.

She knew she could try and escape, but her face burned with the embarrassment of yesterday's failure. Ann could have ran, she didn't need to sit down when Barsad asked her to. But why did she?

Ann was beginning to blame herself, that maybe the reason she wasn't fighting back was because she wanted this. Perhaps all her life she has wanted someone to force her into an adventure, being too lazy to do it herself. And being kidnapped by a group of highway men was the stuff of smutty romance novels. But slowly, Ann had to realize that it was quite possible that these were not just some low-time criminals. Low-time criminals live in apartments, not underground. And she also realized it was the xenophobic in her, but with them being from a foreign country, the thought of terrorism plagued her brain. Terrorism was not an adventure, not something she would want to be a part of.

Bane told her she was going to give birth to his child, but how important is this Bane that it is essential his genes carry on? Ann didn't even necessary like Bane, or ever wanted children for that matter. So why is she even pretending to go along with this? Why isn't she trying her best to leave?

Ann buried her face into her hands and groaned. She had to come to terms right then with how weak she was. She gladly gave up control over her own life, handed it on over to Bane without a real struggle at all. She was a little kitten that bit a few times but couldn't help but snuggle at night, literally. She was ashamed of herself.

'No,' She thought, standing out of the chair. 'I am in charge of my own life.' She turns towards the hall. 'I will leave here.' She started to stomp away. 'I will march down that hall and…'

"Before you go, there are some clothes for you on the sofa," the raspy voice on the bed cut through her thoughts, stopping Ann dead in her tracks. There was no way he could have know what she was thinking. She snapped her head to look at him, but he appeared to still be fast asleep, his eyes screwed tightly shut and his breathing even. She wouldn't admit to herself that Bane's voice cut through her motivation like a warm knife through butter, but would later say that of course she would need new clothes for escape, she couldn't escape in her torn and dirty costume.

Glancing once more at Bane to make sure he wasn't watching her, she walked over to the couch and picked up the only pile of clothes sitting there. The first thing was a shirt, several sizes too big, but she gladly slipped off her dress and quickly tugged the shirt over her. It went almost to her knees, which she was thankful for when she saw that there were no pants. Quickly, she pulled on the socks provided (which were also way too big) before she addressed Bane.

"Bane," Ann called over to the giant. "There are no bottoms."

"There are none your size," Bane grunted back.

"Then perhaps she wasn't the best choice after all, brother," A new voice came from the corridor, getting closer. "Too skinny."

Whoever it was sounded soft and feminine, but the sound of their voice made Bane bolt upright in bed as if he had been tazed.

From the shadows emerges a woman, as Ann had expected. She was very pretty, with dark features and perfectly quaffed hair. For the first time, Ann was aware of how awful she must have looked, hair matted and greasy and makeup that was put on many days ago running down her face.

"Talia," Bane said very softly, as if he didn't want Ann to hear. "You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous right now, you could be seen."

"Oh that's alright, my darling," She purred, batting him on his chest. "I just came to see her. It took a lot of work after all." She then turned from Bane to Ann, looking her up and down. "If I knew those were the clothes you were talking about, I would have brought her proper ones."

Ann wasn't entirely sure, but she could have sworn Bane blushed when he looked away from Talia right then.

"What's your name again?" Talia asked, looking Ann in the eye. Using Ann's own intimidating method against her, Ann looked to the ground before answering.

"Ann," She said simply, not wanting to talk to this intimidating woman too much.

"No, no, it wasn't that. It was something longer," Talia put a finger to her chin and turned to Bane. "Are you sure you grabbed the right girl?"

"Sometimes I'm not so sure," Bane agrees.

"Winifred?" Ann supplied, resenting they were talkig about her like she wasn't there. "Winifred Todd?"

"Yes! That was it! It was her we were going for," Talia said, looking pleased at herself, as if she figured out a puzzle no one else could. Ann hated her already.

"I am Winifred Todd," Ann said bluntly, ignoring when Bane turned to her suddenly. "That is my stage name. My real name is Ann."

"Oh," Talia said simply. "How have you been Ann? Sleeping well?" Ann's eyes grew large as she thought of this morning, waking up feeling safe in a cocoon of muscle. There was no way Talia could have known that though, but it didn't keep Ann's face from turning scarlet.

When she didn't answer, Talia continued. "I've brought you a little present!" Talia motioned to the shadows and out from them, as if just waiting for his cue, came another member of this crew that Ann didn't recognize. He was dressed very similarly to Barsad.

In his arms was a small television with long antennas sticking up in the back. Unsure of where to put it, the man just plopped it down on the end of the sofa. He then left quickly, carefully making sure to look none of them in the eye.

"Talia," Bane said, before continuing on in another language, the one that Ann heard at the theatre. She realized right then that it was Bane that Barsad called to that night. But Talia answered in English.

"Don't worry, it only gets one channel down here. The news I believe," her answer was so soothing, Ann could only wonder what Bane's worry could be.

But he implored onward, sounding more forceful but not demanding. When Talia just patted his arm and winked at him for an answer, Ann wondered who was more in charge here: Talia or Bane?

"It was lovely meeting you, Ann," Talia said, completely insincere. She gave Bane one more pat on the chest and then was gone.

When she was gone, Bane turned on Ann.

"Why didn't you tell me I was calling you by the wrong name?" Bane asked, the gentle tone he took with Talia wearing off.

"Why don't you want me to have a TV?" Ann retorted, folding her arms across her chest, dedicated to her obstinance. Bane just shrugged and started to walk away.

"Wait!" Ann called after him. "Where are you going?"

Bane stopped and turned around and for a second, Ann was pleased that she could make Bane do what she wanted just like Talia could, even if it was something small.

"I have some work to do, little mouse. Watch some television. Barsad will be with be with me, so you won't be able to bother him. I'll be back late tonight," With that, he turned around and stomped off down the hall.

Ooo

Ann had managed to find a long surge protector lined with outlets behind the desk. She hauled the TV off the sofa and set it on the ground so the plug would reach.

Talia was right, it did only get one channel; the news. And to her great surprise, the story she popped in on was about her.

"It has been a week today since the attack on the Gotham Opera House," the screen flashed to a video of the building, it's brand new front doors smashed in. Then it switched to her headshot. "And actress Winifred Todd's abduction. It has been six days since her family received the first ransom note and have gotten no follow-up, despite the first note explicitly saying more will come. Judy and Todd Goynes, the actress's parents, have finally come out and spoke to reporters. This is what they had to say…"

Ann watched transfixed as her mother's sweet face filled the screen, her father standing to the side. It was obvious to Ann that her parents had been crying, possibly for a while. It broke her heart.

"Please," Her mother started, tears welling up in her eyes. Ann's did the same. "If you're watching this, we will do whatever it takes to bring our baby home. Ann, if you can see this, just know that we love you. Stay strong, we're going to bring you home."

The report kept going, but Ann wasn't paying attention anymore. Tears freely streamed down her face. How could she not even think of her parents? Her family? They must all be worried. Her mother was her closest friend and Ann hadn't even bothered to really try to get back to her.

And she didn't now. Sobs racking her body, Ann crawled her way back into bed to curled into a ball. She told herself that this was an adventure, something unexpected that popped into her life. But being abducted isn't an adventure, making your parents cry isn't an adventure. But still, she stays. And although she won't admit it out loud, she's starting to realize why.

Ooo

"Rise and shine!" A cheery voice cut through Ann's sleep, making her wince. Crying always gave her a headache and this was no exception.

"Bane?" She groaned, even though she knew that wasn't Bane's voice at all.

"I'm sorry, kotic," Ann peeked one eye open and saw Barsad holding her tray of food. It was normally Bane who brought it. "Your lapochka is busy."

"I don't know what any of those words mean, Barsad. And you know that," Ann pouted. Barsad only laughed at her.

He sat the tray down on the edge of the bed and Ann glanced at it and saw that it was the same as what it has been for days, soup and a piece of fruit with a mug of water. Ann wondered what the rest of them ate. Indeed, how did Bane even eat?

"But!" Barsad continued. "He did send a little gift with me." From his jacket, he pulled out a familiar bottle.

"Oh!" Ann exclaimed, realizing this was the gift Bane was talking about. She wasn't much of a drinker these days, that was back in college, but this had been one of the few things that Bane saw her enjoy. It was sweet, in a way.

As Ann reached for it, Barsad swatted her hand away. "Ah ah ah, I believe you owe." He quickly twisted off the cap and tipped his head back, taking a good, long, healthy pull.

"Greedy pig!" Ann shouted at him, mirroring his response last time. He just laughed and let her snatch the bottle out of his hands.

It wasn't long before they were drunk and happy, laughing at each others jokes and the occasional solemn story.

This time, Ann learned that Barsad had a family. He showed her a picture of his wife and Ann couldn't help but be jealous looking at her. She was simply stunning, she looked like an Arabian princess. His daughter was just as cute as her mother beautiful.

But through their laughter, the annoying music of the 'Breaking News' report rang out. Up until then, Ann had forgotten she even left the TV on in the first place. Her back was to it, so she couldn't see it at first, but she could see Barsad's eyes widen and jaw lock as he watched it.

Ann turned around, just in time for the overdramatic reporter to say, "and the police were left to scratch their heads because these perps didn't seem to leave a single clue! Who would have it out for Bruce Wayne that much?"

The camera was a loop video of what happened outside of the Gotham Stock Exchange, a gang of motorcyclists bursting forward, and a very familiar figure dumping a lady he used as a shield on the sidewalk. Bane was impossible not to recognize.

Barsad stood up and quickly turned off the TV, but Ann already saw.

"What were you doing at the stock exchange?" Ann asked bluntly.

"Miss Todd…"

"What did you guys do to Bruce Wayne? The poor guy hasn't been seen for years!"

"Miss Todd."

"I have a right to know!"

"No you don't!" Barsad said, suddenly angry. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close.

"You just worry about what you have to do," Barsad continued, much quieter. "The sooner you get it done and over with, the sooner you can leave here. Not just here, but Gotham."

"Why would I leave Gotham, Barsad? Where would I go?" Ann begged. She felt like she was getting more pieces of the puzzle every day, but the puzzle just kept getting bigger and bigger.

"I can't tell you that. Look, I don't know what you think you can do, do you think you can just wait around forever? That some biblical miracle will occur just from sleeping in the same bed as him? I don't want to keep you here. I have a daughter, and I don't want to imagine what your parents must be feeling. But you have to do this," Barsad looked Ann dead in the eye and it finally dawned on her. She had been waiting around. She hadn't tried to escape but she certainly was trying her best to hate it here. She set herself up in limbo and was prepared to stay. To get out, all she had to do what was needed of her. Inside, she felt herself build resolve until she locked her jaw and stared at Barsad right back.

"I'll do it. If you can promise me that I can leave when it's done, then I'll do it," Ann pledged. While Barsad's eyes did not stop looking hard, the rest of his body relaxed.

"Good," He said, taking his hands off of her. "Now you should rest, Bane should be home soon."

Ann had never seen Barsad leave as quickly as he did then.

Ooo

Ann knew what she had to do.

Carefully, she pulled off her socks and draped them over the chair, followed by her shirt. She had ditched her underwear days ago because Bane never brought her another pair. Distantly, she wondered if he wore underwear. She guessed she'd find out soon enough.

Climbing back into bed, she wrapped the blanket around her naked body and waited.

It turned out she didn't have to wait long, it only took a few minutes before the thundering of his boot steps could be heard coming down the hall. In this second, she prayed he was alone.

As he entered the room (thankfully alone), Bane had his head bowed and was looking anywhere but the bed.

To get his attention, Ann quietly said, "Bane?"

Bane turned and looked at her, his eyes tired and his shoulders slumped. She had never seen Bane look like this, this exhausted, and it made her falter in her plan.

"What is it?" Bane inquired, sounding not at all in the mood for her. It hurt her a little bit, until she remembered that most of the time, when talking to Bane, she's yelling at him.

Without saying anything, Ann bolstered herself up and slipped out of bed. With the blanket still wrapped around her, Ann walked right up to Bane, never taking her eyes off his face.

But when she unwrapped the blanket from her, she did look away, not quite meeting his eyes when it hit the floor; but she did hear his sharp intake of breath.

"Miss Todd…"Bane started.

"Ann," She reminded him as she dropped to her knees. 'Just don't look him in the eye,' She told herself. She felt like if she did, she wouldn't be able to go through with it.

Her fingers worked to undo the latch to his pants and Bane said nothing more, just watched her very intently as Ann wiggled his pants from his hips. 'Well there's my answer,' She thought as his erection sprung to life in front of her. 'No underwear.'

Wrapping her fingers around the base, she could hear Bane sigh above her. Taking a deep breath of her own, she closed her eyes and took in the head of Bane's cock, working it to full size. It was sizeable, but not insanely monstrous. But it make Ann wonder when the last time Bane bathed was. He smelled earthy and manly, but he sure tasted awful.

Ann went as far as she could, taking as much as she could in and running her tongue out to lap up bits she couldn't reach with her mouth. With her other hand, she cradled his balls and massaged them in time to her movements. Above her, Bane's sighs turned into grunts, and grunts into moans. She would never, ever admit this to herself, but hearing the raspy tone of Bane's moan through the mask sent a surge through her, coiling in her belly.

When she deemed him good and ready, Ann stood up and Bane put his hand on her shoulder as if to push her back down, but Ann just took his hand and led him to the bed.

There, on the edge, she laid on her back with her legs dangling off and pulled Bane close. He was letting her do everything, but from his stiff movements and unsure glances, Ann wondered if it was because he wanted her to feel safe or because he didn't know what to do.

She concluded it didn't matter when he put both of his massive hands down on the bed on either side of her head, hovering over her. But he didn't move a muscle after that. Delicately, Ann took his hardened cock and guided it forward, poking it right at her entrance.

"Go ahead," She whispered to him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up so that he didn't need to lean down, but her hips were now off the bed. There, he still paused.

"Is it okay, Ann?" It was the first time he had used her real name and she couldn't help but smile.

"Yes!" She said a bit louder. "Go!"

Bane didn't need any more permission, he slipped himself inside of her and Ann couldn't help the moan that erupted from her throat. He was so big, she had never felt this full before. He was setting up a steady rhythm, slipping all the way inside of her before pulling almost all the way out. And each time, Ann couldn't stop herself from verbally responding.

He was controlling himself, Ann could tell. Bane's eyes were screwed shut and the veins in his neck were popping out. Telling herself that she didn't want this to go on longer than necessary, the next time he drew her down on him, Ann used her hips to slam down on his cock, eliciting a velvety groan from Bane.

"You can go faster…" Ann started, but Bane didn't need any more permission. Pushing her back down on the bed, he climbed on top of her again and roughly pushed her legs out of the way before slipping into her again.

Pushing was too calm of a term, more like rutting. Ann had never felt this used, and she loved it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and begged for more. Faster, faster, she kept chanting, harder.

And his hips moved with incredible agility and talent, finding just where to hit inside of her. She didn't talk anymore, just trying to keep her mouth from embarrassing her. She kept her moans behind closed lips until Bane roared at her,

"I want to hear you." And then she let go. Loudly.

It didn't take much longer after that, Bane's thrusts started to be deeper and jerkier, moans more infrequent. He was seeking a release and Ann was riding her hips along with him, hoping to find one too.

But then something happened she didn't expect. Bane pressed his forehead to hers and his mask crushed her nose.

"I'm going to come," He said through gritted teeth (or at least it sounded like it). The simple statement sent another rush through Ann.

"Okay," She said, giving him permission to finish inside of her. And that's exactly what he did. With one more long roar, Bane's hot seed spilled inside of Ann, causing her to moan in return.

Riding out his orgasm, Bane collapsed next to her in bed, breathing hard and deep.

Ann was delighted and disgusted and sticky and satisfied. She was feeling awful for giving in, but giving in felt so wonderful.

To make her feel better about herself, and to destroy the sex haze she was in, she turned on her side and said to Bane, "You could really use a shower."

But Bane only laughed and said lightly, "You don't smell so sweet either."

Ever full of surprises, after that statement, Bane gathered up Ann in his arms. Although she was uncomfortable, she definitely wished she could clean up, and Bane's muscles offered no wiggle room, the sound of his relaxed breathing through his mask calmed Ann. He fell asleep quickly, and she wasn't far behind.