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Chapter Eleven
Song(s): Love Like Blood (Killing Joke
"If the Batman doesn't save you, you'll belong to me…"
Feeling it hard to breathe as she rolled her head, Charlotte felt the sharp edge of a bulletproof vest cutting into the softness of her cheek as she felt a strong arm holding her steady. Raising her head slightly, she stared at the dirty concreate ground as she realized she was hauled over a shoulder.
Did I pass out?
Pressing the heels of her palms against the unknown man's shoulders, Charlotte dug hard as she felt the man's forearm tightening around the backs of her knees.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
Trying in vain to kick her booted feet against the unknown man's side, she heard a loud string of curses as she was roughly dumped down onto the ground inches from a large rock. Ripping at the dirty blindfold that was against her eyes, she pulled it down to rest against her throat as she felt the sharp stinging pain of the zip ties biting into her wrists.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
Not recognizing the armed man who had dropped her, Charlotte stood on shaky feet as she tried to back away from the snickering, leering male eyes just as a loud long whistle broke through the crowd.
"You assholes really want to be caught leering at his woman? He'll take both your eyes before finishing with your castrations."
His woman?
I am not Bane's fucking woman!
Fuck you Barsad
Reaching up and wiping her dry mouth with the back of her tied hands, Charlotte nearly stumbled backwards as she felt a strong body directly behind her. Turning around, she winced as Bane roughly grabbed her unbroken arm before throwing her over his own shoulder. Gripping the fabric of his wet vest with her fingers, she closed her eyes tightly and silently prayed that something…anything, would prevent him from throwing her back into the van.
"You are returning to the sewers. I will return in a few days."
Perking her ears up as she gripped his vest tightly Charlotte gritted her teeth as she dared to jab a closed fist against his exposed ribs. Holding his breath as he ripped open the panel door to the van, Bane threw Charlotte down hard as he folded himself inside, roughly pulling the door closed behind him. Painfully grabbing her wrists, he pulled them apart with ease and ignored the zip tie straps as they fell to the ground in pieces. Holding her wrists in his hands, Bane stared into her eyes as he caught her pain radiating at full volume.
Bruce Wayne, is the Batman
The fucking Batman!
Lying broken and beaten and most likely one step from death on a dirty floor she thought, moving her eyes onto the van floor in front of her.
"Barsad will watch over you until I return."
"Is he dead?"
Releasing Charlotte's wrists as she scooted back painfully to rest against the side wall, Bane stretched his arms back as the joints cracked. Though he had won his fight, he had to credit the caped crusader with landing a few direct hits as he tilted his neck.
"On the cusp, I would say" he replied, taking a seat against the door as Charlotte rubbed at her red bleeding wrists. Feeling the van starting to move, she sighed as she breathed in with a shaky breath.
"You'll belong to me…"
Studying Charlotte's face as the van dipped in and out of a large pothole, Bane threw a hand out and steadied himself as his eyes never left her face.
"What are you going to do with him?"
"He will go to my prison" he replied simply.
"You are going to destroy Gotham City, aren't you" she spoke in a low tone, feeling the van making a hard left as she felt pain shooting up her arm and into her shoulder.
"Yes."
"You are going to kill all of its citizens?"
"Many."
Closing her eyes as the van made another hard left, she settled against the panel wall and tried to tune out all the noise around her.
…
Gotham General Hospital, 9024 Memorial Way, Gotham City…
Feeling his fellow Officer's arm brushing against his as they both stood at the foot of the bed watching James Gordon struggling to sit up in bed, Blake spun around and covered the distance to the door threshold in two giant steps.
"NURSE!"
Hearing the Commissioner's loud guttural coughing as the man threw a hand up against his forehead, Blake attempted to move towards the side of the bed when a strong hand slammed down on his shoulder.
"That's enough hothead, you can leave now."
"No…don't leave…men in the…bowels…"
Looking up into Foley's face as he listened to Gordon's half broken mutterings, Blake stood aside as a white coated Doctor and three nurses barged in with a crash cart.
"We need to ask him questions."
Rolling his eyes as he whistled sharply for the other Officer's attention, Foley escorted both men outside the door and folded his arms across his chest.
"How about we allow him to breathe on his own and process his injuries before we start asking the impossible."
The impossible?
I know Officer Teller is alive
The sooner he can confirm that, the sooner we can organize a search…
…
Four Hours Later…
Finishing the last piece of potato on her plate, Charlotte Teller gently sat her fork down on the table and stared into the burning flames of the fire as she felt a shiver running down her back.
Bane is gone
But I am under close watch and guard
Moistening her lips as she rose to her booted feet, she glanced over her shoulder towards the wooden desk and felt her mind starting to race.
"If there was some way that I could get a message out. Something written…a letter" she whispered to herself as she heard footsteps approaching the closed curtain. Standing still, she watched the curtain being brushed aside as Barsad ran a hand over his beard.
"You want a shower? You've got ten minutes so let's go."
Gathering up her towel and her one set of clean clothing, she followed Barsad down the dark damp sewer, keeping her eyes forward before watching him stepping aside.
"Ten minutes."
Moving to stand in front of the homemade wooden counter, Charlotte leaned close to the dirty glass and stared into her reflection just as a throat cleared from the darkness behind her. Spinning around, she narrowed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists as a middle-aged woman stepped out from one of the bathroom stalls.
"Who the fuck, are you?"
Watching the woman slowly walking up to the counter, Charlotte took a step backwards as she watched her turn on the faucet to wash her hands.
"You're a very lucky bitch you know."
Feeling her mouth falling open as the woman spoke, Charlotte continued to stare as she ran her wet hands through her long shoulder length blonde hair.
"Having Bane every night. Having the pleasure to lay in his bed, under him…"
"Who are you?" Charlotte questioned once more as she tossed her towel and clothing to the side of the wall behind her.
"Just one of the frequents that are brought down here to keep all his men…at bay" she smiled, as Charlotte noticed her missing right canine tooth and a fading bruise against her left jawline.
A prostitute
"You're a prostitute."
"What I wouldn't give to trade places with you sweetie…" the woman leered as she turned towards the open doorway.
Just one of the frequents that are brought down here…
"Wait…WAIT!"
Watching the woman turning back around, Charlotte stepped forward as she scanned her eyes around for Barsad's presence.
"I need your help."
Scoffing as she moved back to the mirror while taking out a small tube of mascara, the woman puckered up her lips before running her thumb against her fading bruise.
"How in the hell do you think I, can help you little girl?"
Here goes nothing
"I need to get a message out to a friend."
Puckering her lips once more as she turned back around, the woman narrowed her eyes as she threw her hands up and onto her hips.
"You want me to smuggle a message out from the sewers? Why don't I just chop off my hand while I am at it?"
"Then get one of the other whores to do it I don't care. But if you are successful, and I get out of here and away from Bane…I can give you five thousand dollars in cash." Mentally tallying up all the money that she had in both her checking and savings accounts, she was prepared to surrender it all and anything that she owned of value if it meant escaping the sewers and the Mercenary.
"Who's your friend?"
Shit
You only know what prescient he works at
"He's, a police officer…"
"Fuck you if you think I'm going to willingly show up at a cop station with your hand written note" the woman spat, as Charlotte lunged at her.
"THIS IS MY FUCKING LIFE! YOU WANT BANE? HAVE HIM!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"
Feeling herself being pushed backwards into the washroom as Barsad stood in the threshold of the dark doorway, Charlotte felt her shoulders shaking with rage as the prostitute turned to spit in her direction.
"You had better watch over this one Barsad. She is one crafty little cunt."
Feeling all the blood draining from her face as she watched the woman smirking, Charlotte caught the armed man's eye as he took a menacing step forward.
"Ten minutes is up."
Feeling her knees shaking, Charlotte spun around and felt her stomach lurching as she threw up in the dirty sink basin.
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