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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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You could say I'm different
Maybe I'm a freak
But I know how to twist you
To bring you to your knees
I Get Off, Halestorm
I climbed out of bed, opening the door to find someone had brought over my luggage. A shiver ran down my spine at the idea of someone having gone through my clothes, but I pulled it in anyway.
My head and shoulder were still sore, but now that I was fully rested, I could actually do something about it. I softly hummed a tune, feeling the vibration sweep through my body to where the pain was. Keeping my attention on my injuries, I felt them dissipate.
I’d been in my pyjamas since I woke up here, and it made me feel overly vulnerable. Changing quickly into some shorts and a singlet, I slid on my boots and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Even though I was free to go wherever I please, I hesitated when I heard voices in a room as I passed.
“Why would he bring her here? She just seems like trouble.” An unfamiliar voice said.
“If she’s here, she can’t get in the way.” Another replied.
There was a moment of silence, and some footsteps, then the first voice spoke again.
“I think he’s soft on her, likes her in some way. What if she distracts him and ruins our whole plan?”
If they were talking, that meant they didn’t have ear plugs. I leaned against the wall next to the door and began to sing.
I got you crawling up a mountain
Hanging round my neck
I got you twisted round my finger
Crawling round my legs
I heard the talking stop, as footsteps slowly came closer to the door. I was calling them to me, trying to draw them in. If I could get them to come out, maybe I could convince them to let me go.
Make me a pretty person
Make me feel like I belong
Make me hard and make me happy
Make me beautiful
I knew they were close to coming out, but before I could continue, I was suddenly pulled away from the door. I found myself face to face with Bane, who was giving me an amused look.
“What are you doing?” He asked, not letting go of my arm.
“Singing to myself. Is that a crime?” I shrugged, innocently.
“Not for others. But since it’s you, and you are currently standing outside a room in which I can hear my men, I’m fairly certain I know what you were up to.”
I hesitated, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought about how to answer. After a moment, I realised he wasn’t going to let go of my arm until I admitted it.
“Fine.” I sighed. “I was trying to escape.”
He still didn’t let go, just squeezed my arm firmly. “They know what you can do. Does it even still work on people who know you’re doing it?”
“Not… always, no. It depends on the person.” I admitted, hoping I could just walk away now. “They can let me in, if they want to. Or if I push really hard, I can get a small amount of influence over them.”
“Maybe you need to work on strengthening it.”
I shook my head, pushing his hand off me. “I’m hardly going to take advice from you.”
Before he could say anything, I walked off, annoyed.
He watched as she walked away, a strange feeling of curiosity washing over him. Even when she was angry, her voice still retained that musical lilt. But it was more than that. It was the way she talked back to him.
She wasn’t afraid of him, and that was almost refreshing. It made him wonder what would happen if he pushed her. Could he make her afraid?
Still annoyed from being caught in my second escape attempt, I stormed towards the kitchen to find something to eat. I was thankful that there was fruit, because last time I’d been around this many guys, the only food available was a bunch of leftover take out. I guess things are different among trained mercenaries.
As I turned on the kettle for some coffee, I heard the door open. Preparing for the worst, I turned to find a man I didn’t recognise walking towards me. He was much thinner than the others, but clearly still fit and strong.
“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” He said, sensing my hesitance. “I’m sorry about your shoulder. You were a little harder to catch than I expected. I’m Jack.”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around myself. There were things I wanted to know, but I wasn’t sure if he would, or could, for that matter, tell me.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nodded. “I might not be able to answer, but go ahead.”
“Why does he wear the mask?” I poured my coffee, gently stirring the sugar in. “Is it just an intimidation tactic? Or does it serve an actual purpose?”
“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but have you heard of Peña Duro?” He asked, leaning against the dining table.
I lifted myself up onto the bench, sipping my coffee. “No, should I have?”
“It’s a prison, on a small South American island. He grew up there, born to serve his father’s sentence.” He looked over at the door, as if he thought Bane was going to come in.
“When he tried to protect a friend from a beating, he was attacked by the guards. They beat him to within an inch of his life. The mask ensures he has a steady supply of an experimental drug that kills his pain, but also makes him stronger and faster.”
“Oh…” I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair. “Shit, that’s awful.”
He shrugged. “He doesn’t talk about it, so I wouldn’t say anything to him.”
“Thank you.” Sliding off the bench, I walked over to him. “If I’m going to be here for a while, it would be nice to know a little about what I’m dealing with here.”
“Good luck with that.” He laughed. “I’ve been working with him for ten years now, and I still don’t know that much about him.”
I finished my coffee, picking up an apple on my way out. “I guess we’ll see.”
Walking back upstairs, I set out to explore the other rooms that I hadn’t seen yet. There were still a few, and I pushed the door to one of them open, finding myself in a study. The room was beautiful and it felt cosy, in stark contrast with the rest of the building.
Bookshelves lined one wall, and they were completely full. It seemed like such a strange place, and I wondered if Bane had brought all this with him or whether it was already here.
I walked past the desk, over to the shelves. If there was nothing else to do, at least I could read. So I pulled out a book and sat down on the couch. I was still pretty tired from everything, and this was a nice escape, at least for a little while.
He walked through the corridor to his office, stopping when he saw Barsad and Jack coming the other way.
“The fence will meet us at the warehouse in a couple of hours.” Barsad said, handing over an address. “I can take this one if you want.”
Bane nodded, watching him walk away. He placed his hand on the door handle, stopping when he saw Jack standing there still.
“What is it?” He asked.
The thin man hesitated for a moment. “It’s her. She’s asleep in there. I wasn’t sure if I should wake her up.”
“I’ll deal with it.” He waved him away, then stepped inside.
Jack was right, she was sleeping quietly, stretched out on the couch. There was a book closed beside her, and she had her hand under her cheek. He crouched down in front of her, brushing her black hair off her pale face.
Carefully picking her up, he carried her up to the bedroom. He didn’t want to wake her, but he needed her out of the way so he could finish planning.
I opened my eyes at the sound of the door closing, finding myself back in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure who had moved me, and I wasn’t in a rush to find out.
There was one thing that I did want to know though. I was clearly not going to be taken home any time soon, so I wanted to see if there was something I could do to help. Maybe if I gained everyone’s trust, I could get out of here.
I sat up, yawning quietly. After a few moments, I got up and left the room. I passed Jack in the corridor, stopping him by gently taking hold of his arm.
“Is he back?” I asked.
He nodded. “He’s in the office. Go ahead.”
I walked back to the office, hesitating at the doorway. But there was something holding me back. Something about Bane did scare me, and I wasn’t completely certain that I wanted to start helping, just in case he worked out I was just using it as a way to escape.
Before I could knock, the door opened and Bane stepped out, nearly bumping into me. I hesitated, stepping back awkwardly.
“I… I want to help.” I said quietly, looking up at him. “What can I do?”
He nodded, handing me a photo. “This is Rush. He owes me money. Go get what he owes.”
With that, he turned and walked back into the office. I sighed. This was an easy one, and I thought I would be worth more.
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