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The Darkest Song	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman/DC Comics, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Unspoken
- 2-No Surrender
- 3-All Talk
- 4-Escape
- 5-Pushed
- 6-Help
- 7-Proven
- 8-Hurt
- 9-Truth
- 10-Night Talk
- 11-Attack
- 12-Home
- 13-Fear
- 14-Together
- 15-Trapped
- 16-Nepal
- 17-Fury
- 18-Recovery
- 19-Work
- 20-Fight
- 21-Moving On
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What strong hands
It's how he binds me
What tight reigns
His word controls me
He can chase, but two can play this game
The Huntsman, Butcher Babies
I could feel my head pounding as I slowly returned to consciousness. I was definitely lying on something soft, like a mattress, and there was still rope around my wrists. Light was streaming in through my eyelids, but I didn’t really want to open them yet.
A strong urge to scream my head off was starting to build inside me, and I sighed, finally opening my eyes. Sunlight hit my vision, making my headache worse.
Sitting up, I swayed a little as my body reoriented itself. I could see now that I was in a small room, on a bed. There was a small window, letting the sun in, and a wooden door.
As I tried to figure out what to do next, the door opened, and the large man who’d knocked me out walked into the room. He was even bigger in the light, well over a foot taller than me. Stronger, broader, and taller, he crouched down in front of me, making me feel small.
I held back a flinch as he pulled out a knife. There was no way I was going to let him see how freaked out I was. I was internally preparing to run if he attacked me, but then he took hold of the rope tied around my wrists and cut it off. Flexing my hands, I watched as he kicked the door shut and leaned against it.
“If you wanted my attention, there are easier ways of getting it.” I said quietly, focusing on my words. “You don’t want to do this.”
He laughed, the sound distorted by the strange mask that covered the bottom half of his face. “That’s a clever trick, but it will not work on me.”
I hesitated, wrapping my arms around my knees. Now I was really screwed, and I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this one.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“People call me Bane. I do not intend to harm you.” He slid the knife back into his pocket. “But you disrupted my work. Something I would usually punish severely. However,” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Since you seem to have a useful gift, I want to make you an offer.”
I didn’t reply, just sat there quietly and kept my eyes on his. He had a strong gaze, and it seemed to weigh heavily on me.
“I cannot have you getting in the way of what I came here to do. So, either you stay here until I’m finished, or you work with me.”
Leaning back on my hands, I tried to contain my anger. “You broke into my home, kidnapped me, knocked me out and now you want me to work for you? Fuck you.”
“Then you will stay here, until I am finished.” He left the room, shutting the door behind him.
He walked downstairs to the basement, his mind occupied by his current job. But he couldn’t help wondering why, if she had all that power in her voice, she was wasting her life working in a small bar in Gotham.
If she was so determined to stay mostly invisible, then she could have let his men take the man they were looking for. And yet, she’d intervened. She’d exposed herself and her powers, but for what?
She was going to be in the building for a while, so he would have the time he needed to find out what made her do it. For now, though, he had places to be.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, trying to work out what to do. The door wasn’t locked, almost like Bane wanted me to try and escape. Turning to the window, I opened it and looked out. I was three floors up, and the fire escape was the next window over. There was a small ledge that I could walk along to the fire escape, but that would be risky.
So I turned back to the door, taking a deep breath as I readied myself to try escaping that way. I carefully opened it, listening out for anyone who might be nearby.
When I was fairly certain there was no one around, I crept out into the hallway. It was quiet, at least on this floor, so I slowly made my way along the corridor to the next door. I pressed my ear to it, listening for any sort of noise.
I didn’t hear anything, so I continued on. This was risky, especially since these men were probably trained, but I didn’t want to just sit around and wait this out. Even if I was playing right into Bane’s hands, I had to deal with this.
As I turned a corner, spotting the staircase down, I heard a door open behind me.
“Hey!” A voice shouted.
I took off, sprinting uncomfortably in my bare feet towards the stairs. I ran down them two at a time, making it to the next floor.
I could hear footsteps behind me, and they were getting closer. There was no way I could run fast enough to get away, and before I knew it, they grabbed my arm, yanking me back and slamming me up against the wall.
I tried to fight off the hands of the man in front of me, but he was so strong. Pushing off from the wall, I slammed my head into his.
He stumbled back, and I took my chance. Kicking him in the knee, I ran again. As I made my way to the next staircase, I heard him call for the others.
There were so many footsteps behind me now. My legs were aching from the barefoot running, and I could feel myself slowing down. I had just reached the top step when someone grabbed my wrist.
Yanking my arm from their grasp, I slipped and tumbled down the stairs. I landed hard on the floor, a scream escaping me as a sharp pain ripped through my shoulder. Heavy footsteps approached me, but I could barely hear them. I couldn’t see, the knock to my head combining with the agony of my dislocated shoulder made my vision blur.
“What part of ‘not to be harmed’ was unclear?” I heard that deep, distorted voice say.
I could feel tears of pain rolling down my cheeks as Bane carefully picked me up. He carried me upstairs, holding me tightly as I fell head first into the darkness again.
He carried her back up the stairs, keeping an eye on her as she slipped into unconsciousness. Her shoulder was dislocated, but he wanted to get her somewhere more comfortable before he popped it back into place. Carefully placing her face down on the bed, he pulled her arm into position. He didn’t really want to hurt her, but this was the best way to fix her injury.
I woke up screaming as my arm was jerked back behind me. The pain rushed through my body, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of relief. I could feel fabric under my cheek, and realised that I was face down on the bed.
Groaning, I buried my face deeper into the soft pillow. I definitely did not want to be conscious right then, and I was hoping I could pretend like everything was fine. But no, everything was not fine, and I was suddenly grabbed and flipped over, only to find Bane standing beside the bed.
“Did you think you could escape?” He asked, running his hand over my shoulder to make sure everything was back in position. “My team is made up of some of the most well trained mercenaries in the world, you will not make it past the front door.”
He stood, holding out his hand to me. I refused to take it, instead shuffling back until I was against the wall.
“You’re welcome anywhere in the building, you won’t be harmed.” He sighed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I have instructed my men to keep their hands off you, but if you try and run, I cannot guarantee you won’t be killed.”
I didn’t reply, just wrapped my arms around my knees. This situation was wildly out of my league, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t find a way out of it. It would just take me some time to work out what to do.
“Tell me, Alexandra,” He began, using my full name in a slightly unsettling way. “How did you come to have your powers? Were you born with them?”
I hesitated for a moment. This situation could hardly get much worse, but I wasn’t sure if giving him my life story was the best idea. After a moment more, I finally spoke.
“I… was in Central City when S.T.A.R Labs exploded.” I admitted, finally. “I ended up in a coma for nearly three months, and when I woke up, I nearly convinced a friend to run out onto the highway.”
“You have the meta-gene?”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “Is that what they’re calling it now? All I knew was that something had happened to me, and I’d nearly killed my friend. So I ran, to the one city where I could be sure people wouldn’t ask questions.” I was lying through my teeth, but I was pretty sure he hadn’t caught on yet.
He watched me, studying my face with his brown eyes. “If you didn’t want questions asked, why did you step in?”
I didn’t reply, breaking my gaze from his. I still didn’t have an answer for that, and even if I did, I definitely would not have given it to him.
He sighed, turning and leaving the room. I heard him walk away, his footsteps receding down the hallway. From a look out the window, it was mid afternoon, hours until I could risk doing anything without being seen.
It wasn’t that I was scared, because for some strange reason, I wasn’t. It was just that I had no idea how to get out of this. He was right. I was untrained, and I’d relied for too long on just my powers.
Even though the pain was mostly gone, there was a dull ache in both my shoulder and head that seemed to worsen now that there was nothing to distract me. I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The room was so warm and the sun was far too bright, but I was so exhausted that I somehow managed to fall asleep.
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