He turned to find Sofia lurking in an adjacent corridor, steam pouring from her mug as her eyes couldn't help but notice and drink in his glistening upper body, taut with musculature, death fresh upon his large hands.
"Do you disapprove of my methods?" Bane asked as he forced himself to casually approach her, an easy stroll for his wall of moving muscle.
Sofia stood her ground, standing up taller the closer Bane drew.
She slowly pulled a battered pack of clove cigarettes from her coverall's pocket, keeping eye contact with Bane as she lit the end of the thin, hard roll.
Sofia struggled to get her hands on them when she was in the States due to federal laws and normally stocked up on cloves when she was in Indonesia.
She shrugged as she exhaled a heady cloud of nicotine and aromatic incense.
Bane closed his eyes for a fraction of second, the cloud that washed over him reminded him of training in the mountains, the bitter cold and blue flowers.
"It seems like a waste of resources," Sofia finally said, taking another inhale, the end glowing orange before she continued.
"Talia gives you a lot of leeway with her game pieces."
Bane took a large, deliberate step forward, invading her breathing room. "She doesn't oversee my actions nor have input."
Sofia smiled, "no?" she asked as she arched an eyebrow, "I heard differently," she murmured as she took a deep inhale, holding the warm smoke in her lungs, unable to exhale anywhere but directly in Bane's face as he moved the smallest amount closer.
"What did you hear Talia say Miss Bishop?" he asked as Sofia exhaled.
It would've been a shotgun kiss if Bane's mask hadn't been in the way of her lips. His face was bathed in her rich lungful of potent air; spices filled the front of his mask as she kept her smile.
"She told me I have complete autonomy and you can't contradict anything I want to do," Sofia murmured, her tone teasing, poking.
Behind his mask, the corners of Bane's scarred lips pulled upwards. "Perhaps in the air Miss Bishop, you might own the sky, but the earth and everything on it belongs to me."
Sofia laughed, "well I'm standing on your supposed earth, and I don't fucking belong to you."
Bane knocked the cigarette out of her hand, Sofia watched in slow motion as it landed on the damp concrete floor, remaining lit until moisture soaked the oil-infused roll and it died in a last wisp of smoke.
"Will you run and tell her of my every infraction or fly away?" Bane asked, his tone strained despite the mechanical automation.
"You know I don't need this shit," Sofia said, her voice rising as she started to take a lateral step away from Bane.
His hackles rose as Sofia prepared to dismiss him and leave.
Sofia was too shocked to initially shout as Bane's hands were suddenly gripping her upper arms.
"I am not done talking," he rasped, warning in between his aerosolized respiration.
"I'm done talking to you," Sofia spit, trying to shake herself free of his grip that was growing more ironclad with each passing nanosecond.
The fat-bodied, albino toad watched from the corner, its eyeballs rose upwards from its face, conical hard dots on the mutated landscape of its skin.
Bane ignored Talia's orders of leaving her pilot alone, roaring in frustration as he tightened his grip on her taut flesh until bruises were certain to blossom, yanking her nearly off her feet as he pulled her into a damp room, housing empty shelves and a single empty mop bucket.
A single watt lightbulb shone dully, illuminating a square wooden table with uneven legs.
Sofia's shrieks rose to a shrill tone, echoing in the wet-walled room, bleeding condensation rolled down the walls, the crystalline drops moved at a snail's pace.
Bane grunted as Sofia drove her knee upwards, missing his groin to thump against his inner thigh. She followed up with a series of punches, aiming for the center of his mask and metallic coils.
Bane's heart pounded, invigorated by the energy pouring from Sofia as she tried to land a punch, hobble him. His pituitary gland ejaculated a glut of adrenaline to flood his system, invigorated by the feel of her lithe body under the stained coveralls.
Sofia snaked out her right hand, catching hold of one of the straps that held his mask securely to his face.
Anger rose within Bane at Sofia so close to finding his Achilles, to possibly debilitate him. He inhaled deeply, pulling the Venom deep into his lung, his fingertips tingling from the serum working through his central nervous system.
The air was forced from Sofia's lungs as Bane partially collapsed against her, forcing her legs apart, making her painfully aware of the weight of gravity with his heavily muscled body compressing her, threatening to be pushed into the ground by Atlas's solidity when he crashed to the earth.
Sofia struggled to find her breath as Bane fumbled with the zipper of her worn coveralls, tugging the metal tab down until he could reveal the ugly mound of scar tissue over her left breast.
She had next to no room to even squirm out of his hold as he began to trace the scar tissue, drawing the tip of his index finger around the deepest part of the wound.
Sofia involuntarily shuddered as Bane flattened his hand over the scar, the damaged flesh pressing against his warm palm before he dragged his hand lower to cup her breast. A light cropping of goosebumps broke out on Sofia's skin as Bane began to massage the full flesh of her breast, making a deep, appreciative sound in the back of his throat when Sofias's nipple grew hard through her bra, the firm nub sensitive to the circular motion of his touch.
Bane chuckled as Sofia bucked her hips in a hollow effort to move him, entertaining the uselessness for a few moments as he smoothed his hand back to the zipper, roughly pulling it the rest of the way down, revealing the smooth plain of her belly.
In the minute space of time that Bane shifted in order to drop his hand to the front of his pants, Sofia managed to shift enough to bring her fist upwards.
Her knuckles grazed the front of his chin, the skin scraping against the strap, causing instant micro-abrasions.
Bane murmured something mechanically unintelligible as he shifted his weight, tugging the coveralls off her shoulders and partially down her upper arms, effectively minimizing her mobility.
Sofia grunted as she tried to shake her arms free of the sleeves that now trapped her, shouting her protests as Bane ripped at the front of the coveralls.
He barely registered that the panties matched the bra, a plain charcoal grey that tore with ease. The first sight of her bare femininity made him forget all sense of self, caused his touch to turn into controlled frenzy.
The moment had already come that Sofia knew she wouldn't be able to stop Bane, finding it entirely less painful to attempt further fighting.
"Talia said you weren't born to lead," Sofia said bitterly as Bane reduced her coveralls to tatters as he repositioned himself against her, forcing her thighs wide to either side of his waist. "Just to serve," she added when she felt the rounded head of his cock brush against her naked center.
"What else did she tell you Miss Bishop?" Bane growled lowly as he traced his fingers down the front of her body, pausing on the fatty mound of flesh above her intimacy, smoothing his fingertips lower with each of Sofia's shuddering breaths.
"She said you were destined to follow, she told me what happened after she left you alone in the Pit," Sofia managed.
Her voice died in her throat as Bane began to slide his fingertips along the lips of her pussy, teasing the silken intimate folds, seeking her center.
Bane growled as he gripped the length of his thick cock and dropped his hips, smoothing the sensitive head against her opening, lightly bobbing.
"She would not be able to adequately describe what happened," he said as he slowly slid his hardness inside her, incrementally smoothing his pulsing length in her until he was completely seated.
Sofia struggled to keep any sounds that threatened to spill from her lips to herself. Bane moved his cock inside her, bluntly forcing her tight center to stretch around his thick length, the near painful pleasure of accommodating to his length forced a gasp to escape from between her lips.
She looked down when Bane tried to capture her eyes at the audible sound, watching his cock move steadily in and out of her, a thick piston, veins pulsing with the increased blood flow.
Bane frowned down at Sofia, her expression wasn't what he wanted to see, what he expected
He anticipated seeing anguish, salivated to see fear present on her face.
He saw nothing of what he wanted.
Sofia laughed harshly, a rough sound that made her pussy walls clench around Bane's plunging cock as her diaphragm spasmed.
"What is funny Miss Bishop?" Bane asked on a mechanical pant.
"It's not any different," Sofia said as her chuckle tapered away. "The last time someone was fucking me, they told me they loved me, then they shot me in the heart."
"I fail to see your amusement," Bane grunted as he increased his pace, thrusting harder, deeper, trying to force her expression into anything of penitence.
"It didn't feel any different than this, that's why I trust in money, not love, something real."
Bane ignored her words, averted his gaze to the malformed scar tissue, hypnotized by making her breasts rise and fall with each thrust that invaded her femininity.
"This is real," Sofia murmured as she reached up and traced her fingertips along the myriad of scars that adorned Bane's muscular form.
"Tell me," Sofia whispered, struggling to keep from moaning as the tip of his cock continually jabbed the spongy nerve cluster deep inside her.
"Tell you what?" Bane asked as he became mesmerized by watching himself sink inside Sofia, stopping only when their intimate flesh wetly kissed.
"Tell me what happened to you in the Pit," she managed, her voice choking momentarily, "tell me what you endured."
Bane's rhythmic plunging faltered, and his thrusts turned erratic as Sofia reached up and smoothed her fingertips along a jagged scar that ran across his clavicle, "tell me everything."
Sofia's sleek vaginal walls tightened around Bane's rigid thickness as she reached up to touch him.
Bane's erection began to wane, the combination of Sofia's touch and seeking words thwarted his lust-fueled plunging, made him feel seen, brutally uncomfortable.
"No," he roared and abruptly pulled his thickness from Sofia's wet center, tucking his still rigid length back behind the pants zippered closure before leaving Sofia alone in the damp-walled room, with its wet walls grieving for her.
Sofia sat up after Bane slammed the door, hearing his stomping footsteps recede before she pulled her ripped clothes back in as much order as she could manage before hurrying back to her temporary living space.
On the other side of the sewers in his own living space, Bane paced, his system still redlined, his lust returning with frenetic energy.
He punched the closest concrete wall until the skin on his knuckles split, stopping when blood ran down his thick forearms, the warm droplets splashed to the ground, instantly diluted by the standing moisture underfoot.
Bane closed his bloody hand into a fist, closing his eyes as his groin tingled, bringing back heady memories of filling Sofia's center.
His cock responded eagerly to the palpable remembrance, growing uncomfortably hard. Bane fumbled his thickness free, stroking his length with his hand that was slick with blood, the wetness allowing him to bring himself quickly to the precipice of pleasure.
He tightened his grip on his cock as he increased the pace of his stroking, a deep growl moving through his chest as his orgasm came fast, his hotly spilled seed landed wetly in front of his feet, his heart pounding in his broad chest as his breathing rate returned to normal.
On the surface of the Gotham City streets, Blake would locate the battered, and bleeding Gordon, get him to the hospital and under round-the-clock guard.
As Gordon was transported via ambulance, in her living quarters, Sofia's phone chirped with an incoming call.
Sofia found Talia on the other end of the no caller ID call.
After a few generic platitudes, Talia asked, "is everything going well working alongside Bane?"
Sofia snorted, "yeah, it's fine," she said as she wiped her aching femininity with a damp washcloth as Talia got to the meat of her conversation. Shivering with the combined wince and pleasant tingling jolt the fabric fibers produced as they touched her delicate skin.
Talia stated she wanted to get across the city with Dr. Pavel, another temporary location for her nuclear physicist before the rest of her plan could come to fruition.
Sofia nodded as she carefully dabbed herself dry and into clean clothes as Talia asked if she could fly a Cessna.
"Yes, I can fly a single-prop, I just need the coordinates."
Sofia was unaware that Bane had returned to lurk just outside her door, straining his ears to hear Sofia's side of the conversation.
She looked up and met Bane's eyes in the mirror's reflection as she wrote down the numbers Talia provided.
He'd slipped on gloves to cover up his battered knuckles.
"What are you doing here?" Sofia asked after she ended the call from Talia, continuing after she turned to face him. "I'm not interested in an apology and I'm not sure how agreeable I'm feeling."
Bane didn't miss that her titanium handgun was very close to her on the surface of the desk.
"I am not here to apologize or to touch you."
"You're not?"
"If anything, I'm regretful," Bane admitted.
"Of what?" Sofia asked, astonished at where Bane's breadcrumbs of words were leading.
"I'm regretful I didn't take more time, savored your body."
Sofia pressed her lips together, unable to stop the becoming blush that touched her cheeks, clearing her throat as she folded up the piece of paper of the provided coordinates into her pocket.
"That was Talia on the phone?"
"Yes."
"You're leaving?" Bane asked as his eyes fell on a packed duffle bag.
"Yes, I need to pick up a few things at the hangar first."
"When are you departing?"
Sofia glanced down at her black watch, "now," she said as she picked up the stuffed bag, staying rooted in place with Bane blocking the doorway.
"Are you coming back?" Bane heard himself ask in faltering, mechanical syllables.
Sofia tilted her head as she swept her eyes from the tips of Bane's steel-toed boots to the crown of his head, adorned with Kevlar straps before she spoke in a measured and unreadable tone.
"It takes more than that big guy," she said as she scooped up her bloated travel bag and walked towards where he solidly filled the doorway.
Bane was left with the choice of standing his ground or allowing Sofia to pass.
He shifted his weight and turned sideways versus taking a step backwards from her approaching form.
"Thank you," Sofia said curtly as she walked past Bane, not shrinking herself in any way, her shoulder brushing against the front of his broad chest.
For just a moment, the metallic odor of his serum and her sweet, clove-touched exhale met and mingled.
Bane heard his earlier instructions to the soon to be dead on his feet mercenary echo in the front of his skull as he watched Sofia walk away from him.
"Follow her," he murmured to himself.