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Chapter Seven
Song(s): Offering (Abi Ocia)
Recognizing the familiar graffitied tunnel turns as she was escorted from Bane's private quarters, Charlotte sneered as she carefully studied the back and neck of the armed guard leading the way. Knowing full well that another guard was bringing up the rear behind her, she reached a hand out and allowed her fingertips to graze the cold wet wall as a throat cleared from behind her.
"Don't touch anything Pig."
You need to keep your sanity Charlotte
Tactile things to keep you grounded, to know and reassure that you have not truly fallen into the deep bowels of Hell
Spying the open end of the tunnel, she sighed heavily as she noticed the re-appearance of her missing blue gym mat.
Thomas
Where was Thomas?
"Sit, and wait for your turn."
Hearing Barsad's accented voice near the metal railing, Charlotte perked up her ears and scanned the room for her only friend.
"Where is Thomas?"
Watching Barsad slowly shake his head, she felt her stomach sink and the bile creeping up in her throat as she took an unsteady seat on her mat. Glancing over her shoulder towards his sleeping area, she spied no body and no mat as she curled her knees up to her chest.
"Did Bane kill him?"
Did she really expect an honest answer from a gun for hire? From the Second in Command?
"How could Bane kill him? He was in bed, with you all night."
Swallowing hard as she watched the armed man walk away, Charlotte closed her eyes and held back her tears and her scream as she moved a hand to rest against the hardness of her white cast.
Six weeks minimum to heal
In time, he will kill me, it's just a long…drawn out process
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Gotham City Police Department, Prescient 113, 1 Police Plaza, Gotham City…
Leaning his hands down on the long counter top of the communal sink, Blake stared into the cracked glass of the mirror as he heard a locker door slam shut.
"I've worn too many of these to count."
Stepping aside to give room at the sink, Blake caught the uniformed officer's eyes briefly as he adjusted the black band around the middle of his badge.
A show of solidarity
A show of loss for a fellow officer
One who never got the chance to even try and make a difference
Glancing down at his own badge, he caught the shine from the harsh overhead lighting as another locker door slammed shut with force.
"I'll tell you what the fuck needs to be done, Foley needs to get his ass and the ass of about fifty cops down into that specific sewer and hunt down this son of a bitch that nearly blew him up. Drag this asshole out by his heels and show him just how the Gotham PD get things done."
Swallowing hard as he silently agreed with his fellow officer, Blake turned on his heel and lightly brought his fingers up to rest against the butt of his holstered weapon.
I would risk going into that sewer
She's got to be down there…
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Five Hours Later…
Hearing a throat clear from above her, Charlotte couldn't be bothered to acknowledge the presence as she kept her good arm draped over her eyes.
"Get up, it's time to eat."
Hearing Barsad's voice, she ignored his command as she laid still.
"A word of advice for you Officer. If you want to stay alive, you'll do everything in your power to not draw Bane's attention. That includes, getting up and eating your dinner in his presence."
Sitting up slowly as she remained silent, she ignored the man's outstretched hand as she rose to her feet.
"Why doesn't he just chain me up in his quarters then? He already has my handcuffs" she challenged, following Barsad around the tunnel corner as she furrowed her brow.
"Be careful what you ask for. If you think you are the first woman that has ever caught his attentions, you are sorely mistaken."
"There, have been others down here?"
Hearing the quiver in her voice as she suppressed a hard shiver, Charlotte kept her eyes focused on the dirty concreate ground.
I don't need a broken leg or a twisted ankle on top of a broken arm
"There have, but as you can see, you are the only one now."
Spying the familiar curtain that had been pulled across the length of the room for privacy, Charlotte sucked in a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare herself for Bane's presence. Stepping past Barsad as he held the edge of the curtain, she stood still and tried in vain to not ask about the whereabouts of her friend for a second time.
Are you still alive Thomas?
"Sit."
Following Bane's command, Charlotte made her way towards her usual seat on the couch but stopped fast as she noticed a second leather chair situated by the fireplace.
Please say that extra chair is for me…
"I said sit."
Wincing as she heard Bane's metallic voice directly behind her left shoulder, she half turned and gave a questioning look as he pointed towards the extra chair.
"Thank you,"
Did I really just thank him?
"You're welcome."
Taking a light seat as she watched Bane do the same opposite her, she tried not to stare as she watched the flickering of the flames against the breathing apparatus of his mask. Catching his dark eyes narrowing, Charlotte quickly averted her eyes to the burning logs of the fire as she heard footsteps crossing the floor. Catching sight of a well-dressed plate being held out to her with a single fork, she accepted both in silence before staring down at the metal camping utensil.
"Have I earned enough of your trust for this?" she questioned, catching Bane crossing his ankles against the edge of the small table.
"For now."
Stabbing the prongs of her fork into the perfectly soft baby potato, she couldn't help but sit back and slightly relax as she felt Bane's eyes taking her all in.
"Your Thomas, is with the Doctor as we speak. He will return to your assigned tunnel in due course."
Freezing with her loaded fork in midair, Charlotte simply stared at the masked man seated across from her before setting her plate down on the floor by the chair leg.
"I, thank you."
It was all she could say to him as he offered no response. Catching the shift in his eyes as he turned his head towards the fireplace, she watched as he settled his shoulders into the leather backing in preparation for a long night.
Glancing at the closed curtain, she had to admit that with the heat of the fire, the room felt cozy, though not entirely with safety in mind. Breathing in deeply, Charlotte slowly rose to her feet and took four steps, covering the distance between the two chairs as she stood still in front of Bane.
"You're not finished your dinner."
Ignoring his gruff words as she slowly straddled his cargo panted legs, she heard his booted feet falling to the ground as she wedged her knees against either side of his thighs. Breathing in deeply, she held her weight off his lap as she felt his warm hands settling on her hips.
"And…what is this for?"
Hearing Bane's question, Charlotte kept her eyes on his as she lowered her fingers against the metal buckle of his pants. Pulling it free, she heard the clang as Bane's large hands wrapped around her fingers, slightly crushing the knuckles together.
"I asked you, begged you to let the Doctor see Thomas, and you did" she whispered, lowering herself against his lap as he held her steady.
"You already said thank you."
Feeling the coolness of the air against her bare skin as she pulled up the ends of her black long sleeve shirt, Charlotte felt his eyes moving over her chest as she tried to unfasten the button of his cargo pants. Letting out a sharp yelp, she felt his strong arms easily holding her up around his waist as Bane rose from his chair. Covering the concreate floor, he dumped her onto the made-up bed and stared down into her face as he pulled at the end of his undone belt, freeing it from the fabric.
What are you doing Charlotte?
Honoring the 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer motto?'
Feeling the cold edge of the mask that covered his chin grazing against her hyoid bone, she breathed out slowly as she arched her hips against his thigh. Moaning as Bane dragged his warm palm across her stomach, she watched as he moved his fingers against his zipper as she struggled to sit up. Letting out another yelp, she fell onto her back as Bane gripped her hips tightly before pulling her hard against him with a deep growl.
You aren't the first one to share his bed down here in the cold sewers, but you are sure as shit are going to survive this whole ordeal…
Whether he dies as a result or not.
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